Hey guys!
After seeing the movie 'Poseidon', starring handsome Mr. Josh Lucas, again after a very long time, I thought I'm going to look for ff's. Imagine my surprise that there aren't that many of them. So I'm trying to contribute to this fandom a bit. Dylan and Maggie are just stuck in my head. I hope you going to like it!
So here it comes. It's some time since everything that happened on the 'Poseidon'. Conor needs someone trustworthy other than his mom and he figures Dylan wouldn't tell on him.
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"I have these dreams… bad dreams… sometimes…" He didn't know why this had come out of his mouth. He didn't want to worry anyone, especially not his mom, but he knew Dylan wouldn't tell on him, would keep his confession a secret if he swore the man to secrecy. Dylan wasn't just her mom's boyfriend, he was his friend too. To him, he felt like he could confess, even if it embarrassed him to no end. He was a big boy, he shouldn't be scared of dreams. So he didn't look up to see if Dylan had heard his mumbling. Instead, his eyes were burning into his cards. It wasn't a bad hand, but he hadn't had won against Dylan to this day and he was glad he wasn't letting him win because he was a kid like his mom did. Even though she wasn't playing poker with them anymore. She was crap at poker.
"Me too.", came Dylan's voice through to him. Shocked he did look up then. He couldn't be serious. Dylan was a grown man. He had been in the Navy. They all survived what happened just because of him and Mr. Ramsey. If Dylan hadn't taken them with him when he decided not to wait for help in the ballroom and make his way out through the bottom of the boat instead, they wouldn't be alive anymore. Of that Conor was more than sure. So in his eyes, even if Dylan didn't want them to talk about him like that, he was a hero. Heroes didn't have bad dreams, have they?
The man looked at him dead serious. "Why's your mouth open, kid? Thought we're having a conversation between men here, don't we?" His real dad never wanted to have a talk between men with him, so this was another thing he liked about Dylan. "Sorry.", Conor stated abashed. Dylan just shrugged it off, so Conor thought it safe to go on. "About the boat?", he asked braver than he felt. His were about the boat. About all that water. All that destruction. All the dead people. The man nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, about the ship, the water, about all of us. Is that what you're dreaming of too?" Conor took a deep breath before telling his friend about the dreams.
"Sometimes I see Miss Elena. How pale her skin was and how much she'd bled." His breath hitched and tears threaten to overcome him like every time he thought about her. Back then there hadn't been much time to cry for her. The water had been closing in on them fast. He didn't know her very well. None of them, except for his mother. He had met Dylan just earlier that very new years evening, running in on him while playing his video game. Most grown-ups scowl at this kind of thing, but Dylan had been cool, asking him if he was okay while picking up the game console and his poker chips. His mom made him apologize to the stranger nonetheless when she told him the captain had asked Connor to join him.
"It was very nice of you to give her back the cross, Connor. I wouldn't have thought of it myself." She'd given them the necklace to use as a screwdriver for the screws that had kept the latch of the vent they were stuck in shut. He's dreaming of that too. How Mr. Ramsey had held him up and told him to take his time and not to drop it. How struggled Dylan's voice had been when he'd asked how things are going up there. Good thing Connor hadn't looked down or he would've dropped the cross for sure. Despite that, he was sure that Dylan was too hard on himself. His mom told him how she went looking for him after he went off on his own, again, and how a wave had swept her away. Dylan had send Mr. Nelson, Chris, Jen and her dad to go to their planned escape without him so he could look for her and together they came saving him.
"Mom said she's sure Miss Elena is happy to have it back in heaven." He wasn't sure if he was believing this whole heaven-and-hell-thing. After all, neither the Easter Bunny nor Santa Clause were real. And if there was a God who was watching over them, why had he let that happen to them in the first place? Why did he survive and all the others did not? It was hardly fair. His mom had tried to explain it, but he didn't quite get it and Dylan wasn't saying anything to that, so he obviously didn't believe that, did he? And Dylan could've died too even before that when he just jumped headfirst into burning water after their bridge had crashed down. He'd been so relieved when he saw the man emerged out of the water with that fire hose. The memories were flooding his mind in no particular order. He's never going to go for a swim again, even if he liked swimming before.
"Come here, fireball." Without needing to be asked twice Conor rounded the table, hiccuping a laugh at that silly nickname Dylan gave him when they were both 'thinking' and he had wanted to prove the man's theory about what's behind that door they were standing in front of and sat himself in Dylan's lap. The man hugged him like he always did. Not saying he was a baby for crying or too old or that he wasn't his father.
"I'm dreaming too, y'know. Sometimes I wake up at night, but your mom always makes it better. So next time you're scared at night you come to your mom's room." Conor nodded, hoping he wasn't ruining Dylan's nice dress shirt with his subsiding tears.
A minute's gone by without one of them saying anything, just hanging onto their own thoughts. "Just knock first before you open that door." The lines around Dylan's eyes were crinkling when he said that and Conor felt instantly sick in the stomach. Adults were so gross sometimes.
So… this is part one out of two. What do you think?
I'd like to upload this on archiveofourown too, but there is no own fandom for this. Does someone know if one can create one or if the admins had to do it? Are there any rules for it, say for example, how many stories there have to be? Thanks for your help!