There's a white picket fence around a beautiful little house. Maple trees
frame it, giving it a rustic appearance. My home. Mom, Dad, and I are all
reading outside, under one of the trees. This is my favorite thing to do. I
glance at my parents. Mom's head is in Dad's lap. Both are concentrating on
their stories. A vicious wind picks up, threatening to break their contact.
They don't seem to notice. The wind passes, and raindrops pour from the
sky. Somehow, my parents stay dry. Everything else is affected, including
myself. They stay dry. Mom looks over at me and whispers calmly, "Emily?
Emily, please wake up."
My home and the trees melt away.
There is only sand around me. I thirst for water, but there is none. After traveling for a long time I reach an oasis. But there is blood in the water. It was not what I had been thirsting for. It is all that I have, so I drink it. But I am not happy.
A wind picks up, stirring the sand into motion.
Jonathon and I are sitting on a towel, under the warm California sun. I've never felt so comfortable. He pushes a strand of hair away from my face and looks into my eyes. His eyes make my heart thud in my chest. He leans towards me. I close my eyes, anticipating. After a few moments, nothing happens. I open my eyes.
His brown hair slowly turns yellow and his face conforms to that of Sark. He leans over me with a knife. I scream.
There is a wet cloth placed over my eyes and across my forehead. I'm drenched in sweat. Strong arms are pinning me down. I manage to get my leg out and kick someone with a resounding thud. I hear my mother's voice.
"Stop holding her down. She thinks she's in danger." The arms release me and I take the cloth off my eyes. The light hurts, causing my eyes to close tightly. My head is heavy and I feel nauseated. After a few minutes my vocal cords begin to function.
"What happened?" My voice is raspy and hoarse. A cool hand caresses my cheek.
"The warehouse filled with a gas that knocked us all out. I had dialed Michael's cell before the room filled. He came within ten minutes. Dad and I had been exposed before, so we recovered fairly quickly. We were worried about you."
"How long was I out?"
"It's been almost 24 hours. That's a little longer than normal. We were worried you had a bad reaction, but the doctors said you were fine." Doctors? I open my eyes to observe my surroundings. It doesn't look like a hospital to me. More like a guest room.
"Where are we?"
"We're at Francie's house. Going back to the hotel was too risky, even though I don't think he's coming back. Poppa wanted to be sure."
"I don't think he's coming back."
The blonde man. Sark. Little brother. Uncle. The man with the knife.
My dream. So many meanings. Some dreams can make you realize your fears, and more often than not, the truth. My fear: Sark killing people I care about. The truth: Nothing can separate my parents.
Another truth: I hate their past lives. I can do nothing about it, so I say nothing. I deal.
The world is focusing clearly now. My parents are standing over me. Jonathon, Francie, and Will are in the doorway. All have worried looks pressed upon their features. Jonathon can hold his concern back no longer.
"Are you alright?" His eyebrows knit together. Cute.
I respond dryly. "If my headache doesn't kill me I'll be fine."
No one likes my joke. Maybe I don't have the best timing.
"Everyone out." Dad orders. "Even you." He looks at Mom. She nods. Usually she would look hurt and pout, but she must know this is serious.
I sit up as Dad lowers himself onto the side of the bed. "You really scared me. I walked in while you were all still out. I realized I haven't said everything I need to." He pauses, trying to find the words. "You know that I love you and your mother with all my heart. This whole ordeal has been hard on you, as much as you hide it. You don't like our past. We hate it. But its what brought us all together. And as much as I hated our life, I wouldn't change it. Promise me you won't say anything, but if SD-6 didn't exist, neither would you. It was a miracle that let us be a family. That was you. I meant what I said earlier. You saved us. I can never thank you enough." Dad's eyes have gone a shade darker, meaning he's controlling his tears. I throw myself into his embrace, and we stay that way.
Father and Daughter.
AN: See? No damage. Only some good father daughter bonding time and a really funky dream. I don't want to call this fluff, its too dramatic. It's fluffy drama. Review! *Duck
PS. I NEED REVIEWS TO CHEER ME UP. I JUST READ SOME SPOILERS THAT MADE ME VEERRY UPSET. VERY VERY UPSET. UPSET ENOUGH TO SAY JJ ABRAMS IS OUT OF HIS MIND. HE CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. And all you who feel my pain, hopefully something will kill a certain someone so we don't have to deal with this bullshit. (as in characters)
And in case you're wondering, it happens in the very distant future. I know about the whole next couple episodes thing. That's not so bad. The thing happens in awhile. Like Christmas. Won't say no more.
My home and the trees melt away.
There is only sand around me. I thirst for water, but there is none. After traveling for a long time I reach an oasis. But there is blood in the water. It was not what I had been thirsting for. It is all that I have, so I drink it. But I am not happy.
A wind picks up, stirring the sand into motion.
Jonathon and I are sitting on a towel, under the warm California sun. I've never felt so comfortable. He pushes a strand of hair away from my face and looks into my eyes. His eyes make my heart thud in my chest. He leans towards me. I close my eyes, anticipating. After a few moments, nothing happens. I open my eyes.
His brown hair slowly turns yellow and his face conforms to that of Sark. He leans over me with a knife. I scream.
There is a wet cloth placed over my eyes and across my forehead. I'm drenched in sweat. Strong arms are pinning me down. I manage to get my leg out and kick someone with a resounding thud. I hear my mother's voice.
"Stop holding her down. She thinks she's in danger." The arms release me and I take the cloth off my eyes. The light hurts, causing my eyes to close tightly. My head is heavy and I feel nauseated. After a few minutes my vocal cords begin to function.
"What happened?" My voice is raspy and hoarse. A cool hand caresses my cheek.
"The warehouse filled with a gas that knocked us all out. I had dialed Michael's cell before the room filled. He came within ten minutes. Dad and I had been exposed before, so we recovered fairly quickly. We were worried about you."
"How long was I out?"
"It's been almost 24 hours. That's a little longer than normal. We were worried you had a bad reaction, but the doctors said you were fine." Doctors? I open my eyes to observe my surroundings. It doesn't look like a hospital to me. More like a guest room.
"Where are we?"
"We're at Francie's house. Going back to the hotel was too risky, even though I don't think he's coming back. Poppa wanted to be sure."
"I don't think he's coming back."
The blonde man. Sark. Little brother. Uncle. The man with the knife.
My dream. So many meanings. Some dreams can make you realize your fears, and more often than not, the truth. My fear: Sark killing people I care about. The truth: Nothing can separate my parents.
Another truth: I hate their past lives. I can do nothing about it, so I say nothing. I deal.
The world is focusing clearly now. My parents are standing over me. Jonathon, Francie, and Will are in the doorway. All have worried looks pressed upon their features. Jonathon can hold his concern back no longer.
"Are you alright?" His eyebrows knit together. Cute.
I respond dryly. "If my headache doesn't kill me I'll be fine."
No one likes my joke. Maybe I don't have the best timing.
"Everyone out." Dad orders. "Even you." He looks at Mom. She nods. Usually she would look hurt and pout, but she must know this is serious.
I sit up as Dad lowers himself onto the side of the bed. "You really scared me. I walked in while you were all still out. I realized I haven't said everything I need to." He pauses, trying to find the words. "You know that I love you and your mother with all my heart. This whole ordeal has been hard on you, as much as you hide it. You don't like our past. We hate it. But its what brought us all together. And as much as I hated our life, I wouldn't change it. Promise me you won't say anything, but if SD-6 didn't exist, neither would you. It was a miracle that let us be a family. That was you. I meant what I said earlier. You saved us. I can never thank you enough." Dad's eyes have gone a shade darker, meaning he's controlling his tears. I throw myself into his embrace, and we stay that way.
Father and Daughter.
AN: See? No damage. Only some good father daughter bonding time and a really funky dream. I don't want to call this fluff, its too dramatic. It's fluffy drama. Review! *Duck
PS. I NEED REVIEWS TO CHEER ME UP. I JUST READ SOME SPOILERS THAT MADE ME VEERRY UPSET. VERY VERY UPSET. UPSET ENOUGH TO SAY JJ ABRAMS IS OUT OF HIS MIND. HE CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. And all you who feel my pain, hopefully something will kill a certain someone so we don't have to deal with this bullshit. (as in characters)
And in case you're wondering, it happens in the very distant future. I know about the whole next couple episodes thing. That's not so bad. The thing happens in awhile. Like Christmas. Won't say no more.