Thank you so much for reviewing my story! I suppose since bcmom wants me to make more, I have no choice but to do so. The rest of the story will be in Michel's perspective (sorry about this sudden perspective change, I'm use to writing in 1st person). Most of these will be kindov random scenes, at least I think so. This chappie will be a dream Michel has. This is after the latest season, so...if you haven't seen the latest season, first you really need to watch it because it's amazing, and second, don't read this becuase it will have major spoilers.
I stand on the sidewalk watching as Nate is shot. I race to his side, screaming his name. I fall down onto one knee next to him, telling him it will be okay. I can't even hear my own words though, because of the thoughs racing around in my head. He's going to die. There's no chance of saving him. This is the end for him. He's going to die. And then he speaks.
"I'm scared," he says. These words crash down on me like a hammer. He's scared. I'm scared, too.
He takes one last shuddering breath, and then...
I wake up with a start. I'm sweaty, and my heart is hammering inside my chest. I glance over at Fi, who is sleeping peacefully next to me. I slowly get up and walk over to the fridge. I open the door and grab a yogurt. I hear Fi shift, and I glance over to the bed. Have I woken her up?
"Michel, what are you doing out of bed?" she asks. "Are you okay? Michel? Michel!" she gets up and walks over to me, concern plastered on her face. I look down at my bear chest and realize I'm sweaty and I look like a mess.
"It was just the bad dream again, Fi. I'm fine, honestly." I say. I realize how ironic it is that I'm telling her I'm being honest about anything, especially this. The fact is, I'm not fine right now. It's been months since Nate's death, but I'm still having nightmares about it. Even though we found Nate's killer, Tyler Gray, and even though now he's dead, I still have dreams about Nate's death.
Spies arn't suppose to dwell on things; we're suppose to move on with our lives, no matter what happens. This is different though. He was my brother. He was messed up, he had money problems, and he often acted out of line, but he was still my brother. I loved him. I still do. It's no easy to get over someone you love.
"Michel, It's not nothing. He was your brother. He was someone you care about very much. Tell you what. When it's light outside, we'll go visit his grave and-"
"No, Fi, it's too dangerous. You know that." I say instantly, both because it's true and it's always painful to visit his grave. It's like someone shoving the fact that he's dead in my face.
"Screw that! He's your brother!" She exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air.
"And you're my girlfriend. I don't want to put you in danger. Someone's watching us. They know we go there often. No, it's too dangerous for us to go. Yes, it's also too dangerous for me to go alone. You know someone's keeping surveillence on the grave." I explain.
"Michel..." she says, looking at me with a pained expression.
"We can talk more about this in the morning. For now, lets just go to bed." I say, motioning to the bed. Slowly, she nods and we head back to bed.
Thankfully, I fall into a dreamless sleep, but one thought keeps repeating in my head. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.
The last thing I think of before drifting off into limbo are Nate's last words.
"I'm scared"
