I know, I know. I need to finish one story before I start another. I don't need a lecture! Technically my "Dream Series" is kinda complete, I'm just polishing it. Making it more sexy. Sexy takes time. Can't rush sexy.
Anyway, "A Week at the Level" has gotten over 12 thousand visitors, "Worth a Shot" has almost 10 thousand. This made me so happy I wanted to give back to my awesome readers.
That, and I just saw 50/50 yesterday and have fallen in love with JGL all over again. Great movie. Go see it.
Had this idea because a family member of mine took Lunesta and had a very bad experience. Lunesta will make you crazy by the way. I'm a nurse, I know what I'm talking about. I've seen people go insane on it first hand. Just say NO to Lunesta.
PLS R&R
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Waking to a Nightmare
a month after the Fischer inception...
~"You getting ready for bed?" Arthur asked. His voice clear over the line.
"Yeah, I have exams in the morning. I'm taking a bath first." Ariadne said pulling a sweat shirt off over her head. The speaker phone function on her cell made it much easier to talk to him. Made it feel like he was in the room.
"Well, that's a nice thought for me." he teased. "Last night was nice." The Point Man added.
She smiled, a wide grin.
"Yeah, it was." She admitted.
"I think I left my cufflinks at your place." He said softly.
"You did. You also left your shaving kit in my bathroom."
"Damn." he said
"Are you still in the city? You can come by later and pick everything up."
"My flight is in a few hours, if I have time before, I'll come by. It'll be early, I don't want to wake you." he told her.
"I still say you should have stayed over at my place." Ariadne said.
He laughed.
"If I stayed over, none of us would get any sleep and you have exams in the morning."
"Fine." She said. Pretending to be hurt. He laughed.
"I would love to stay over another night. You know that." He told her sincerely.
"I know." She admitted.
"I'll text you when I land in New York." He said.
"Alright. Goodnight." She said feeling warm and happy. Loved.
"Sweet dreams." he said.
She hung up her phone and slipped out of her pants. Ready to jump in the tub before going to bed. She felt so tired.
She gasped in shock at seeing her legs. Deep dark bruising again. Thank God Arthur hadn't noticed when he had spent the night.
Must have happened a few days ago. Before the Point Man's impromptu flight to Paris.
She had no idea where she was getting so many bruises on her body. Arthur had noticed some. He had been concerned someone was hurting her. She had lied and said she was just clumsy. In reality, she had no idea what happened. She never had unexplained bruises like these.
She quickly bathed and went to bed. Her eyes ready to roll in the back of her head. She was exhausted. Her last thoughts were of the Point Man. Their whirl wind romance.
After the Team landed in L.A, he had escorted her back to Paris under the guise of business. Business her couldn't complete before the mission. She didn't buy it. He took her out to dinner. They had talked endlessly. Closing down the restaurant.
They had drank too much wine, she had suddenly found him too handsome. A little drunk, she asked him if he wanted to come home with her.
She had never been that kind of girl. She didn't regret it at all. It had been a wonderful night. The Point Man had been a perfect gentleman and lover.
He stayed the night. In the morning, they went out to the market. Walked the streets for hours. People watching. Her didn't ever seem to want to leave her and she didn't want him to go.
When he finally did have to leave her, for work back in the States, he called her every night. He made feeble excuse to come to Paris. Spending the whole time with the Architect and never working on "business".
She had to laugh. He always thought he was fooling her.
~ She feel into sleep. A easily as falling into a pool of water. Sleep engulfed her. Took her deep into it's heart. She remembered nothing.
~"Madam?" Came a voice.
"Hey! Lady!" yet another.
"Oh my God!" a woman cried "Call the Police!"
"Is she hurt?" another woman asked in French
"Madam? Are you hurt?" A man asked, his voice authoritative.
Ariadne felt herself waking up. Coming out of the black water of sleep.
"Madam!" He shouted.
She woke up.
It was dawn. The sky was overcast gray. She was outside on the streets. A small crowd of people were surrounding her. A Police man was looked at her worriedly.
He leaned into his radio and summoned and ambulance.
"I'm alright." She said softly. "What's going on? What happened?"
The crowd said nothing. Just staring at her. In morbid horror. The way projections do.
She looked down at herself.
From her head to her toes, she was soaked in red blood.
