Disclaimer: All rights to Numb3rs and the characters belong to the lovely Cheryl and Nick. All other rights belong to the producers at CBS. I only retain the right to the story idea itself.
Author's Notes: Written for the Summer Alphabet 2008 Challenge. I've decided to do an entire cycle of 26 letters. This is my first one. It is short and was meant to be short. Anyone interested in future projects from me should take a look at my updated profile page; I have two multi-chaptered stories on the way and the 26 letters.
Set before the Janus List fiasco.
The wind blew lightly in the night and the force was enough to move the branches of the tree outside his apartment window. A punctuated scratching sound, scrapes against the glass pane, resulted.
However, the noise was lost on the apartment's sleeping occupant.
For the better part of the last few hours, the man had remained still in his sleep, arms spread out to the side, head tilted slightly to the left, mouth closed, nostrils flaring with every other breathe.
The weary and tired man had been enjoying a heavy and movement free night, but now he was moving. He seemed to be restless, limbs twitching, head jerking.
David rolled to the other side of his bed, letting out a long expulsion of air…
…and a dream invaded what had been a previously uninterrupted night.
'He blinked and suddenly found himself in the middle of a street. It was one that he didn't recognize.
David lifted his head, glancing around. It was black and the stars twinkled overhead. Wispy clouds hung lazily in the sky, just barely visible to the eye.
From somewhere to the left, he heard… the ocean?
He had no more time to think about because a sudden crashing sound drew his attention.
Whipping around, hand automatically reaching for his hip, David relaxed when he saw who it was.
Megan hurled herself from a bush and staggered closer to him. She was out of breath and David immediately steadied her with hands on her shoulders.
"Megan? What's going on?" He didn't like the sheen to her face or the gleam in her eyes. Worried? When was Megan ever worried? She was usually always in command of a situation.
Head bent down, it took a few seconds for her to answer, and even then her voice was still dotted with pauses and gasps. "Da…vid… It's Colby. He's…taken a girl…"
David's head reeled and his thoughts flew in every direction. Colby? His brother? No way.
Megan continued on as if she had never stopped, "…And he's got his gun…David, he's shooting at agents. At us."
No. No. No. That wasn't Colby. Colby would never do that. Not their Colby.
But Megan nodded, seeing the disbelief in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out.
No words.
No noise.
No nothing…'
David bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath. Sweat covered his body and his heart was beating so fast he feared it might burst from his chest in any second.
"What the hell was that?" He voiced to the empty bedroom.
The darkness gave no answer in response.
After a moment, David laughed. It was just a dream. There was no way that Colby would ever do that.
Never. Not Colby.
'Besides,' David thought as he rolled back over, 'How often did dreams become reality?'
The End.
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