A simple matter of Consequence
Author: Sakura123
Genre: Supernatural/Humor/Drama (naturally)
Rated: K+ (PG)
Summary: What does one do when someone is unintentionally sending visions of their own death through Allison's dreams, thus enabling her to dream anything otherwise? Set before Allison has her third child.
Disclaimer: MEDIUM, and all characters, or familiar places are property of its respective creator and NBC Television Networks. Storyline and Original characters (minor and major) are copyrighted to me the author. "Sky" is property of the band Ra.
Author's note. This my first Medium fanfiction ever written (11-15-16-05). Constructive criticism is welcome. Sorry for any mistakes, episodic - plotline - spelling (A-l-(l)-i-s-o-n Dubois) - and Grammatical errors. Thank you Igiveup for the name of the third child. I might hiccup on the Joe/Allison moments, Joe's sorta hard for me to write . . . . he's so passive sounding, I find it hard to think of what he would say in certain moments.
I painted a picture, of a day gone past An ancient scripture, a house of glass
People looking through the window Never knowing what they'd find
When they couldn't see me I locked the door, left them behind
The sky will tell me... I'm not the only one And the sky will tell me...
I must believe the sun
I shut my eyes, to not go blind
Things I can't see, I see in my mind
Oh now the passing clouds of rain Have surely passed us by
Poor is the man That believes his own lie
And the sky will tell me I'm not the only one
And the sky will tell me I must believe the sun
And the sky will tell me Long may you run
And the sky will tell me I must believe the sun (Yeah)
If I was wrong judge me by name I simplify... one and the same
And the sky will tell me (and the sky will tell me) I'm not the only one (I'm not the only one)
And the sky will tell me (and the sky will tell me) I must believe the sun (I must believe the sun)
And the sky will tell me (and the sky will tell me)
Long may you run (long may you run)
And the sky will tell me (and the sky will tell me)
I must believe... (I must believe) the sun (Yeah)
Chapter One: Born Too Slow?
''Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?'
Allison's fingers scratched her scalp irritably as she brushed her teeth. Beside her, the toothpaste was steadily oozing out of its tube into the sink from the pressure her hand was applying. Her mind was buzzing like a swarm of bees had made house inside. The girl's blurred face played over and over in her mind, never getting any clearer. When she bent over to spit she was quick to realize her mistake and hastily moved her hand off the tube. "Tich," Allison frowned at the sight of the toothpaste that had managed to get into the sink. Turning on the hot water, she rinsed her tooth brush and proceeded to rinse her mouth. Allison hated the fact that she was always the last one to get into the bathroom. Joe was always first to use the bathroom. Then he would be off to awaken Ariel and Bridget, something she enjoyed doing most of the time. Being the heavy sleeper she was, Allison always relied on the alarm clock, or Joe, next to wake her up.
She exited the bathroom in a hurry, she had to be at work before 8:00am. Rummaging through the closet she pulled out her periwinkle blouse, a brown pair of khaki pants, brown socks, and her new denim jacket. Allison was quick to brush her hair and leap out of her pajamas into her lothes. Checking herself one more time in the bathroom mirror, Allison stole a quick glance at the EPT box. Her eyebrow twitched worriedly as she made her way out of the bedroom. Walking through the narrow hallway she could hear the jubilant chatter of her youngest daughter Bridget, the television quietly advertising 'Angry Beavers', and Ariel's usual objective comment following close behind. Allison's shoes and bag were waiting for her at the door. Scratching her face, she pondered over what was it she was missing. "Mommy! Your awake!" Bridget proclaimed happily as she shoved another spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. All eyes turned to the blonde as she entered the kitchen with a smile on her face. "And with clothes on this time," Ariel observed quietly grasping her glass of orange juice.
Joe, wearing his usual workplace attire, was hunched over the counter staring at the coffee maker. It had recently began to behave oddly. It would either give them half-made coffee or murky water. How it managed such a feat puzzled the engineer. He disregarded the fact that its odd behavior was probably due to his tinkering with it two weeks ago. "Hello my sweeties," Allison greeted both her daughters with wet-kisses on their food-occupied cheeks. She walked over to Joe and tapped him on the shoulder, her husband looked up. "Hi," He said just as he given a kiss. "Morning Joe," Allison gave him a cheeky smile as she walked over to the fridge. Joe eyed her in his usual way, before turning off the coffee machine. Reaching inside she grabbed the carton of milk. Now all she had to find was a bowl and the oatmeal. "Your up awful early," Joe commented. His eyes watched his busied wife run back and forth for desired items. "I am not. I woke up at the usual time, I just spent most of it in the bathroom," Allison interjected biting into the pear.
Joe's eyebrows knitted together his eyes shifted to the right. As she chewed on a pear something in her mind snapped her out of reality. She was thrown into another place, the picture too bright to be seen completely. A blurry figure strode down the sidewalk. Allison felt the sensation of brushing up against someone. Her view went downward and stared at the wallet in her hand. It was opened and a ID picture of her husband appeared along with numerous other credit cards she recognized. A hand gripped her shoulder. "Allison?" It was Joe. Allison turned abruptly dropping her pear, Joe appeared concerned. "You spaced out me, are you all right?" He asked. Allison took a minute to recollect herself, she nodded afterward. "Y-yeah. I just thought of something," She answered slowly. Joe stood upright relief spreading through him. With one swift gulp he finished off his half-coffee, he bent over, grabbing the pear off the floor.
"Well, I've gotta get going. I'm gonna be late for work," Her husband announced tiredly. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the pear into the garbage can. Allison's eyes opened a little more at this announcement, she nodded wearily. She should tell him that he was going to be robbed? "O-okay, I'll take the kids to school then," The woman replied. Joe kissed her on the cheek before leaving the kitchen. "Bye, Daddy," Both girls spoke unison. "I'll see you later ladies," Joe called out as he exited the house. Allison stared down at her hand, unable to erase the feeling of the leather wallet from her palms. "Mom, can we go now?" Ariel sounded annoyed. "Yeah Mommy, we're gonna be late!" Bridget seconded the notion. Groaning, Allison made her way out of the kitchen. So much for breakfast.
When Allison arrived at the District Attorney's office, she felt wearier than before. She spent half of the ride to the school breaking up three potential fights between Ariel and Bridget, then spent thirty minutes in a traffic back up before deciding to take a shortcut to work. All of which was adding to her migrane. She strode through the maze-like pathways of the office greeting everyone she knew before entering her office. The desk was piled up with several untouched folders she had yet to go through. Placing her bag aside, Allison sat down and grabbed the first case file. She flipped through it idly, watching the details unfold in her mind. Ever since she had been hired by the District Attourney's Office, Allison's job was a fairly simple one. She'd pick out a case file that had the most potential of being solved and it would be sent to the D.A.'s office. Other than that she would put them in order according their 'create dates.' A half hour later, though, Allison was bored. She decided now was good a time as ever to put the files in order. Allison separated three files that she could give to Devalos andput the rest in order.
Once Allison was done, she left her office and headed for Devalos' office. Devalos as usual was on the phone with someone important, he looked up as Allison entered the room. "I'll be sure to let her know you called... yes, ma'am. Good bye," Devalos hung his phone up, his fingers intertwined with each other as he rested his elbows on the desk. "How can I help you Allison?" He asked. "Have you had any . . . visions as of late?" She knew he was half-joking about the 'having visions' question, it was his way of getting the ball rolling. Allison never said it aloud, but Devalos' often reminded her of Disney's Watson in The Great Mouse Detective. Manuel would probably be offended at the very thought of being compared to a rodent. Allison quickly wipped the smile off her face. "Hi, I just wanted to bring in these files I picked out of the pile. And no, I haven't had any visions of crazed murderers or missing girls . . .," Allison stopped short.
"Allison? Allison is something the mater?" Devalos' expression became perplexed when she didn't answer him. The image of a blurred figure standing in front of her replaced Devalos. Allison let out a gasp, the girl's shirt was changing colors. From a murky white to a deep red color, which steadily drew darker. The image was blotched out when the red color sprang from her chest and erased her completely. Allison found herself in the office again. Her blue eyes shifted to Devalos who was staring at her worriedly. Allison hoped she hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm sorry I must've spaced out again," She apologized rubbing her eyes. That was the second time in one morning. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." Devalos hands came apart his hand moved away from each other, he made a 'what can you do' sort of expression. "Do you need me for anything?" Allison asked suddenly. Devalos regarded her curiously. He rose from his chair heading over to the window.
The medium watched him with curious eyes. "Well, there's nothing at the moment I could trouble you with, and since you were so kind as to bother showing up, I suppose I could let you off early," Devalos murmured. "I'll call you if anything immediate comes up." The blonde made no indications that she was disagreeing with him, her head was buzzing again. Small blips of the scene that had played out before kept appearing in her mind in fast forward. "Are you sure?" She said slightly timidly. Devalos turned to the woman with a sincere smile. "I'm quite sure, Allison. Go home. Do something . . . constructive with your free time," Devalos chuckled ruefully. "Believe me, time off is rare in a job like this," He said. Allison tried not to look disappointed and relieved at the same time as she made her way out of his office to retrieve her bag. She had to figure out what the images in her head meant before she could be of any proper use.
''Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?'
Allison parked her car in the nearest empty space she could find within the dingy parking area. Rubbing her throbbing head she climbed out of the car, slowly fighting the surge of dizziness. Driving had been quite the task after she took two aspirin for her headache, her eyes had been drooping for some time now. She understood fully what the 'do not drive after taking this pill' advisory meant now. Looking both ways the woman crossed the wide parking lot as fast as she could. Stepping up onto the side walk Allison made her way into building Joe worked in. It would be awhile before the girls got out of school, she didn't want to go home just yet. Stepping inside the elevator, alongside three more people, Allison pressed the button that would take her to the desired level of the building.
Allison leaned back against the railing on the wall allowing herself to rest her eyes for a moment, only opening them to see if she had arrived. A gentle shutter caused her eyes to open again a few minutes later. L10, she had arrived. Stifling a yawn she made her way out of the crowd and into the busy hallway. How did Joe work in this place? The voices and faces that floated past her intensified her headache. Allison ventured through the halls peeking into every open door and window in her sight, there was no sign of Joe just yet. Swinging her bag idly in her grip she turned the corner, she spotted a soda machine at the end of the hall.
Allison made her way to the soda machine, eager to quench her sugar buzz. Before were a horrible number of selections. Orange - Grape - Lemon Lime - Cheery Sprites, Colas and Mountain Dew were about all they had to chose from. No Root Beer whatsoever. Looking over at the blue soda machine she realized she had the choice of Deer Park water. "That's nice," She mumbled to herself pulling out a 20 dollar bill. Sticking it inside the blue soda machine she pressed one of the buttons for the bottled water. A loud ker-plunk! followed afterward, she bent over grabbing the bottle out of the large holder below. "Thank God," Allison murmured. Her eyes wandered to a chart stapled onto the wall next to the machines, hand written numbers overlapped the original advertisement of the chart that read "Engineers Needed".
Allison's lips never moved from the bottle. Her eyes twitched slightly as her mind made possible conclusions as to what the numbers stood for. 12-13-88-16-5'5'-150-9/2', could've meant a lot of things but nothing she came up with fit with the odd combination. Maybe someone was just scribbling numbers when they lost their money to one of the machines. It seemed plausible enough. Shrugging Allison finally let down the bottle, it was half empty. Screwing the top onto the bottle Allison made her way out to the dead end hallway, her mind began to consider that Joe had may have gone on lunch break. However, a swift figure moving down the hall, resembling that of her husband said otherwise. Allison broke into a jog and turned the corner the man had past. She caught the lanky man slipping into a room as the door closed, completely in his own world. Slowing her jog she grabbed the door knob gently turning it. Several male voices, including Joe's and two females bombarded her ears. They were all talking about something completely foreign to her, and with enthusiasm. Poking her head inside she quickly scanned the array of faces before spotting her husband at the end of the table - in mid-squat.
Utter silence followed when one of the women caught sight of her, all eyes fell on her instantly. Joe blinked once before standing up again. "I'll be right back," He announced slipping past his colleagues. Allison stepped away from the door allowing Joe to step outside, she smiled at him as he shook his bangs away from his forehead. "Hey, what's up?" He asked. Allison shrugged her shoulders the smile still plastered on her face. "Well, I got sent off from work early. Compliments of the boss. I thought I might visit you while I still had free time," Allison explained. Joe's lips parted to say something but a groan from his wife stopped him short. "I have a headache the size of Texas right now." Joe rubbed her arm affectionately, Allison leaned into his comforting attempt. "And there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. Your meeting's not important, is it?" She asked. Joe was quick to answer her. "Well all my meetings are important," Joe started. Allison gave him a pointed look. "No, it's just something we've been working on for a few weeks, I can miss a meeting or two." Allison nodded her head relieved. Joe grabbed her by the arm and lead her through the halls like it was his own house. Allison glanced doggedly at the people who's eyes followed them. Most women glared ather but she ignored them. They arrived, Allison was relieved to find herself in the middle of an empty meeting room. Joe placed his hands on his sides, his foot began to tap. Alison explained everything she had dreamt of up to what happened in Devalos office. Joe's brow furrowed in confusion.
"So, you're telling me - that your having dreams about a girl, committing suicide?" Joe asked uncertain. "Yes, and no. It's the first time I've dreamed about it. But since this morning I've been getting different visions about this girl," She rubbed her temples again, biting the side of his mouth she resumed. "I'm not sure about the details at all. None of it is making any sense," Allison interjected. Joe nodded confused himself. Exhaling she shifted her sight toward the wall clock behind Joe; 11:45am. How long had they been inside this room? Rubbing her forehead in exasperation she looked up at her husband apologetically. "I'm so sorry Joe, you probably missed your meeting," She said weakly. Joe shrugged his shoulders, his brown eyes reflecting the same demeanor his body language had shown. "Doesn't matter, I'll just ask someone what we have to do," He said. "I'm glad you told me, thanks." Joe cracked a grin before bending over to kiss his wife on the cheek. Allison nodded her head, the two of the exited the room. "You wanna to pick up the kids, or do you want me to?" Joe asked. He noted that Allison didn't seem to hear him as she turned abruptly and headed down the hall. Allison turned for a second waving her hand dismissive. "Its okay, I'll get them," She called over her shoulder. Joe nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. That woman worried him with her dreams.
Allison walked slowly out of the building into the parking lot, she rummaged through her purse looking for her keys. She never bothered to look up at the person about to come past her. "Gotcha," Allison muttered triumphantly. She held her keys up as though they were a trophy won in a contest. Their shoulders bumped against each other. They keys fell from the woman's hand but never had the chance to hit the parking lot grounds. A slender hand caught them, just inches from the ground. "I'm sorry," The boy offered handing Allison her keys. Allison nodded her head as she took the keys from the person's hand, a chill ran up her spine. When she tried to get a good look at the boy his head turned away quickly. She watched the young man walk away, his arms at his side, his baggy pants, vibrant orange baseball cap and green camouflage jacket hiding his body mass and hair.
He vanished a moment later, when turning the corner that lead him to a flight of stairs. Allison flexed her fingers careful not drop her keys, she proceeded toward the car. Climbing into the vehicle she closed the door quietly placing her keys into the ignition. The car's engine hummed low and deep, its sound echoed through the parking lot, Allison pulled out her parking space. The car rolled out of the parking lot into the bright afternoon sun. Allison put her sunglasses upon the bridge of her nose just as her cell phone began to play the Nokia theme. Without taking her eyes off the road, the blonde picked her cell phone off the dashboard. "Hello," Silence reigned supreme over the line. "Hello?" She tried again.
"Allison?" It was Lee Scanlon. Allison moved the phone from her ear for a brief moment, this was unexpected. "Det. Scanlon, I wasn't expecting you to call," She said. There was an indifferent groan on the other side of the line. "As much as I would like for this to be a social call, it isn't. Devalos wants you down at the D.A.'s office. Something's come up," Lee responded in his 'business as usual' voice. "All right, I'm on my way," Allison shut her cell phone and dropped it on the passengers seat. She never even got the chance to get a nap in and already she was back on duty. Keeping straight she headed for the nearest beltway that would take her back to the District Attorneys's office.
Allison arrived at the D.A.'s office in record time, Devalos was outside of his office awaiting her the moment she got off the elevator. Devalos usually had Scanlon call her when there was a murder scene to be investigated, or Scanlon had just found out something important for a case he was working on. Allison supposed it wasn't odd for Scanlon to call her to the D.A.'s office, he had done so once or twice. But something about his voice made her wonder. Devalos never made any attempt to greet his friend, he grasped her arm and lead her gently through the clear pathway off the office. Where was everyone? "What, what is it?" She asked following her boss. Manuel Devalos looked a bit unnerved to say the least, Allison noted that he didn't show such an emotion often unless something absolutely horrible had happened. Scanlon awaited the two by the door of the meeting room which was now cut off from the rest of the office by yellow 'do cross the line' tape. A squad of other cops resided inside and outside the room, writing things down or talking. The employees must've been asked to leave.
"I can't stay long, I've got to pick up the girls at three . . . .," Allison trailed off noticing a pool of blood right in front of the door. Stepping under the tape, she walked into the room careful not to kick over the evidence number cards or step in the blood itself. Allison would've like to think she knew this dead woman lying across from her, but she didn't recognize the face as one that worked in the office. Looking up at Devalos she asked, "Who she is?" Both Devalos and Scanlon shrugged. "We don't know. All we know is that she was killed in this office, and doesn't work for this branch," Devalos replied. "No one saw her come in or out of this room." Allison nodded her head keeping her distance from the body, the blank eyes seemed to follow her every move. "No purse, no ID, nothing we can immediately identify her with," Scanlon muttered. A shuffling from behind caused Allison to turn. Her breath became caught in her throat, the woman that was lying on the floor stood before her, her back to the wall. In front of her was a man enshrouded in the shadows of the room. The woman trembled in fear as she inched her way toward the door. "I've told you everything I know, please don't kill me," She begged.
The shadow man said nothing, he watched her in silence as she pulled herself away from the wall. Shakily, the woman continued to edge toward the door. "Please, she isn't here. Even if I knew where she was, I promised not to tell," The woman's voice was becoming more hysterical. Her mascara ran down her face her lipstick was smudged across her face, and her skin was torn. The man's jaw line moved indicating he was saying something, it came out in raspy whispers that Allison couldn't make out. However, from the horrified look on the sobbing woman, Allison knew her fate was sealed. In one last desperate attempt the woman made a break for the door. The man pulled out a silencer and pulled the trigger. Her head jerked back, a strangled cry escaped her lips her body hit the ground hard. The shadow man walked passed her exiting the room. No one in the office suspected a thing.
Allison drew away from the body, a deathly chill ran through her body. "Something wrong?" Scanlon asked making his way toward her. Allison shook her head for a moment. "I just saw something. Someone else was in here. Over there," Allison pointed to the far concern on the right. "And the woman was standing over there, just a few inches away from the door," She pointed to the corner just beyond the meeting table. Lee Scanlon tried not to look skeptic when he stared at both areas that Allison pointed to. It seemed highly impossible that she would know that there was someone else inside the room besides the woman, but he knew better than to deny her logic. "That would be obvious Miss Dubois, the question is where'd he go. Can you tell me that?" He challenged her. Allison gave him a quick scowl before she shook her head. There was no answer for that question.
"Come back here, you little brat! That's mine!" Bridget raced out of her and her sisters bed room. In her hand resided Ariel's most prized possession. Her first stick oflipstick she had gotten from Anna. Bridget had been found out by her sister when Ariel found her applying it on her chubby lips in their bathroom. She never even got the chance to put it on before the little wretch messed it up! Bridget zoomed through the hall into the living room where her parents resided. Ariel was hot on her trail, but their Daddy would save her. "Bridget you come back here with my lipstick!" Ariel shouted at the top of her lungs. Bridget ducked behind Allison just as she was coming out of the kitchen. Joe was exiting his own bathroom when he heard all the commotion. Zipping his pants up he went after Ariel. "Hey, hey, what's with all the chasing?" Allison asked placing a hand on Bridget's back. The youngest daughter stick her tongue out at the eldest, her deep red lips shined in the light with such vibrance it enraged Ariel even more. Ariel advanced on her mother with every intention of snatching back her ruined lipstick from her sister.
Joe stepped in front Ariel, the girl stopped reluctantly. "Mom, she stole my lipstick!" Ariel almost screamed, losing her temper. "She's even wearing it, and I never got the chance to!" Joe turned and stared down at his daughter, Bridget peeked over Allison's waist showing off her ruby lips. Joe tried not laugh. "Hold on, what are you doing with lipstick in the first place, young lady?" Allison asked taking the tube from Bridget. She quickly scanned the label. "And L'Oreal lipstick no doubt!" Ariel explained that Anna had told her that her sister had brought it a week ago and never wore it. So Anna took it out of her room and gave it to Ariel. "I wasn't gonna do anything with it, maybe wear it for Halloween, but that's it!" Ariel was close to tears now. Bridget peeked out from behind Allison again. "I didn't mean to mess it up. I wanted to wear it too ya know!" Bridget said haughtily.
Ariel's tears ran freely down her face, she did nothing to hide the obvious anger displayed. "Look, both of you know you aren't supposed to have lipstick, or someone else's for that matter," Joe said sternly. "What if your best friend's sister had worn it already and your friend didn't know? You'd end up with someone else's germs on your lips and you'd end up getting sick with who knows what." Both girls lowered their heads down guiltily. Allison nodded her head in agreement. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, fighting over something you can't have. Your not even old enough to wear it," Their mother stated. "Now, go and get ready for bed. Go on, shoo!" Bridget rushed out from behind her mother keeping her distance from Ariel as she went past.
Ariel stared expectantly at her mother's hand. "I can have the lipstick back?" She asked quietly. "No you may not. Go and get ready for bed," Allison said. "Don't slam the door either." Ariel restrained from punching the chair next to her as she stormed off to her bedroom. Allison waited until she heard the door shut to say anything else, she stared at the tube of lipstick. "I hope this isn't that 24 hour lipstick," She muttered. Joe only groaned. "What is it with girls and lipstick?" He grumbled sitting down at the table. Allison joined him at the table. Placing the lipstick on the table she grabbed one of his bare feet and began to message it. "I dunno, maybe it starts when they watch their mothers put lipstick on. Maybe it starts when I say it makes us mommies look pretty," Allison offered throwing her hair back. Joe laughed in response.
The rain was falling heavily for this time of year. Spring hadn't even arrived, and yet, there she stood. Her back against the wall, her body shrouded in the shadows as the rain drummed on her exposed body. Her lips trembled with fear as she listened to the man's whistling, the barrel of his gun scraping against the tops of the garbage cans. So stupid, she thought whipping her face. What possessed her to run into an alley? And a dead end one at that? He was sure to find her sooner or later. She whipped her face off again this time getting a majority of the make up off with the brush of her hand. Suddenly, the scraping stopped. A small gasp escaped her lips, the rain drowned it out but she feared he heard it anyway. Her body froze when she felt his eyes focus on her general area. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. "Fanny . . . . Fanny. Where are you?" The man began to advance on her position. If she ran now it would be all over, but if she stood where she was gonna died a lot quicker. Either way, she was gonna die, so why try to escape? Whipping her face off again, she hyped herself up. He was still a ways off from her position. Maybe if she ran as fast as she could she would get away. Swallowing, she rubbed oval pendant for good luck.
She pushed herself away from the wall as hard as she could, her legs were already burning from the last run she had made. The ran hit her face temporarily blinding her with each drop of rain that invaded her eyes, she heard the man's feet behind her. The exit of the alley was right in front of her, the cars outside would provide excellent cover. He wouldn't be able to find her again, she would have more time to hide herself. A gunshot rang out in the air, the impact of the bullet hit her in the back of the leg. A blood curdling scream escaped her lips as she hit the ground. Unimaginable pain raced through her entire lower body rendering her motionless. Warmth spread through her mid-section, she recognized the senation of her own urine immediately. Her senses were alive with pain. "Fanny, Fanny, Fanny," The man murmured softly as he came up to her trembling body. "I thought I told you, no running." Fanny attempted pull herself away from the man with the strength in her arms, he stepped on neck and pressed the barrel of his gun on the side of her head. She sobbed loudly now in the hopes that someone would hear her. "P-p-p-please don't kill me. I won't run anymore, I promise," Her voice was pleading. The shadow man tugged on the trigger playfully. "So many times. I've heard that line so many times. I think you've actually run out of chances Fanny," Shadow man chuckled. The hammer of the revolver drew back, Fanny's breath was caught in her throat. Hidden by the sounds of traffic outside the alley was the gunshot that ended the young woman's life.
Allison rolled out of the bed, onto the floor. She hung upside down in a tangle of sheets, her eyes darted around the room like a wild animal trapped in a cage. She pushed the covers off her lower-body when the sound of the rain over powered the buzzing in her head. There was a mildly irritated groan above her. Falling the bed, she sat up and rested her elbows upon the edge of the bed. Joe stared straight at her, eyes at half-mass. He wasn't the least bit amused. "Did you have that dream again?" He asked groggily. Allison nodded her head, feeling disoridented. Climbing back onto the bed, she threw her husband his share of the covers. "It was different this time," She said quietly. "She was running from someone with a Gun--" Allison turned to face her husband. Joe had already made himself comfortable under the covers, his eyes closed. Rolling her eyes, Allison pulled on the covers again, leaving her husband naked. "I was listening," His uttered, automatically reaching out for the covers. "Sure you were," Allison replied mordantly. Joe was silent once he was situated under the covers again. Lying her head on her pillow Allison stared at the reflection of rain falling on her window on the moon lit wall.
'You've run out of chances Fanny'
(TBC)