[Sweet Dreams (Are Made of Lilly)]
prologue
A/N: this past week it seems the popular trend is for Lilly & Jackson fans to rewrite the ending to "He's Not a Hottie; He's My Brother" I didn't want jump on the bandwagon unless I felt I could contribute an idea that hadn't been done to death. So I mauled it over for a couple of days and came up with this. What if Jackson had been the one dreaming?
The atmosphere was hazy; the full moon coupled with the fog granted everything an ethereal radiance. In the distance waves crashed against the shore.
He was glad he'd thought far enough ahead to bring a blanket because the sand was still damp from when it rained earlier but despite that Jackson couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be then sitting here freezing his butt off. A soft sigh emanated from his side. And no one he'd rather be with, he added as an afterthought. He pulled away slightly to look at her but kept his hand draped across her shoulder. Both too ward off the chill and the irrational fear that if he let her go she'd turn into the mist and disappear.
Granted Lilly had always been beautiful, but tonight she was radiant. A glowing lunar goddess; her blond hair had a distinct silver sheen and the twilight hour lent a flattering blue tinge to her skin. He could stare at her until every star in the night sky had burned out.
Even as the sunset they'd assembled to watch began his eyes didn't waver.
"I've never been so happy," as she spoke she gazed deeply into his eyes, he felt himself soar at the heartfelt declaration.
"Well then prepare to be ecstatic."
A magnetic force nothing short of gravity drew them together. When he could feel her wispy breath on his lips he closed his eyes and—
Jackson's scream shook the foundation of the Stewart family home, sending birds flocking and his sister tumbling. And though their father's room was situated on the opposite end of the hall way, as far from his children's' bedroom's as possible precisely because of this, their susceptibility to night terrors, he too was awoken.
Years ago, when they'd been younger and before his wife had untimely passed away, they would take turns soothing whomever the nightmare had struck but after seventeen years enough was enough!
"Jackson Rod Stewart! What have I told you about eating pork rinds before bed?"
When there was no reply after a couple of minutes, whether this was because Jackson hadn't heard him or he'd fallen right back asleep, Robby pulled the silk blindfold back over his eyes. He didn't particularly care which it was, as long as it was quite and his beauty sleep went uninterrupted for the remainder of the night. After all he was a smart daddy and– he'd been having such a nice dream about Tish.
Back in his bedroom Jackson was sitting up in bed shaking off the last dregs of his nightmare. He had in fact heard. Both what his father said and the few choice words Miley had shouted through the wall. His mouth formed a little 'o' as he looked down and saw the telltale sign of a midnight snack gone wrong laying all innocent like on top of the blanket beside him. Picking up the empty bag of Tennessee fried pork rinds he shook his head as if to say; that explained everything. Feeling much more at ease he tossed it onto the 'garbage pile' on his floor and followed his father's example.
Within moments he was asleep again and if he dreamed this time he couldn't remember it the next morning.
A/N: In case you're wondering.. of course there'll be more to this. Because as we all know there's more to the dream. Much more~
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