Author's Note

I do not own the Gifted. I'm sorry about the sudden break in updates, I've been having issues with wifi.

This chapter was written because we hear of Dreamer in The Debt Owed, but we don't really see her.

"My sister and I have… flashes."

How could she not offer to help? That was all she had ever done, her entire life.

(sometimes though she was pretty sure lauren and andys problem was beyond her)

"Visions of some sort from the last people to have powers like ours."

That had turned out to be a massive understatement. It had turned out to be more than that, much more than that in Lauren's case. The memories were part of her, part of her own instead of separate like Dreamer had half-expected, and so was the girl.

(shed never known anything like this no one and nothing had ever prepared her for a situation like this one)

"It'll be a bit like your foresight I suppose Johnny."

(that was still what part of her had expected, even after lauren and andy said no)

"Yeah, except foresight doesn't talk to you."

The girl – Andrea - talked.

She had never expected that (it surprised her every time even when lauren had told her warned her about it).

She spoke through Lauren mostly. Andy seemed to have a way of recognising when it was happening.

(it was still a little unnerving all the same)

"Or advocate being a murderous psychopath whose desired solution to pretty much everything is slaughtering it."

She assumed she was exaggerating.

(she was not)

"Otherwise, yeah. Exactly like foresight."

Only in the fact that it kept happening.

She expected to remove the memories once, and for that to fix it.

(it didnt)

Lauren and Andy kept having the flashes, kept coming back, time after time after time, sitting there in the office until it had simply become a matter of routine. At least it seemed to be helping. Andy was growing less afraid of his powers, and Lauren was no longer the frightened, muttering girl who had first fallen through Blink's portal.

They were getting better.

(but she didn't know what to do to make it stop)

"Not now," Thunderbird had said, and that was enough.

She waited until the emergency was over, until Clarice was recovering, and then she took the two of them aside. "Can I talk to you about a private matter?"

Andy looked to Lauren as if for support or agreement, but nothing was forthcoming.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Why don't you come through to the office?"

Again Andy looked at Lauren, who again was no help, her hands clenched into fists, her shoulders shaking and her eyes wild.

"It's about your… memory problem. Look, would you like your mom here for this?"

Andy looked at Lauren yet again. This time there seemed to be an agreement. "No. This is our problem."

So she sat them down in the office, fetched them glasses of water, and explained everything.

"I could help you, with this memories from other people problem. If you agree of course."

"Why would we want your help?" Lauren asked, her voice cold and sharp. Andy slapped her around the back of the head. She jerked and shot him a look.

"Again," he muttered.

They accepted her help.

(sometimes she wished they hadn't)