Title: In Her Dreams

Author: Luv

Rating: PG-13. Michael/Isabel.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. Jason Katims owns everything else, unfortunately.

Dedication: To Sab, who never stops busting my balls for fic or posting.

She should walk away from the light but the end of the tunnel is near and she can't stop her feet from their fixed flight. This blinding white light repels all color but has absorbed her pale soul with its hypnotic glare. Sculptured hands wave a comfortable invitation. She knows those hands, trusts them, and gives them full responsibility as tour guide on this divine journey. Alex would never steer her wrong.

It was just a little longer and she'd be there. She didn't see the second set of hands until she was one step from the light but once they entered her consciousness a sense of dread shook her core. She should have known he'd be here to haunt her. Not even this sacred light could stop Kivar from pursuing his obsession. She twirled around to escape his calloused talons and cried out as she saw Max, Kyle and Jesse holding out their hands to her too. She sought Alex for help but his stoic face yielded no solution.

"No. I can't choose. Don't make me choose."

She turned away from her brother, best friend and husband, and as she did so her breath caught when she saw the hand with its trademark silver ring shining, reaching out palm up, fingers stretched out for eternity in wait of being entwined with hers. Michael didn't wiggle his pointer finger or grab at her like the others, his remained projected forward as if carried by clouds of air, waiting silently for her to place her smaller hand in his.

She did, touching their hands softly finger to finger, palm against palm. She snaked her hand along his forearm, up to his shoulder and around his back. Alex stood behind Michael in front of the white light with his hand still outstretched and in response she laid her head on his chest silently asking the warrior to make the decision for her. But, the light wasn't for her. A shadow sneaked behind Michael and as the young man fell to his knees, Isabel screamed as his blood soaked her ivory hand crimson.

"Michael!"

Isabel gasped, and shot upright. Five sets of eyes gawked at her from the side of the hotel bed, asking a million questions without uttering one syllable. She fixated on Michael checking like an obsessive compulsive for wounds or blood but he seemed fine, just a little confused. She was too, what was that she had seen? Was it only a nightmare or could it have been a premonition? Either way, she would have to tell him. She raised her chin to look into his green eyes.

"I just witnessed your death."

…to be continued