The Dreaming 3
Dreams have the habit of fading when dawn tints the sky, blowing away like smoke in the wind. Some you can remember, other just lurk in the dark corners of your subconsious. Sara walked through the staion deftly avioding her fellow officers, her mind not on what she was doing. She had dreamed the night before, but unlike all the others that the Witchblade had given her this one she couldn't remember. She walked into the office that she shared with her partner Jake and smiled at him when he looked up from the report that he was reading. Settling herself into her chair she picked up the cup of coffe that Jake had obvisouly put there only moments before she she had arrived. "Moring Jake." She greeted taking a long sip of the bitter liquid. "Hey Pez." He looked up at her and smiled slightly and went back to reading his report. They had talked a few weeks before. They both now knew that they had both met before, in other times and places but neither had lived without the other close by. This served to streangthen their existing relationship, it brought them closer made them more at ease with each other. So engrossed in thought was Sara that she jumped when her cell phone rang loudly. She fliped it open and sat back in her chair her cup of coffee in her free hand. "Had any dreams lately Sara?" Ians barotone voice asked darkly over the slightly staticy line. Sara's pulse raced and the coffee cup fell from her limp fingers. The cell phone clattered to the desk. Jake looked up sharply and rose form his chair when he saw the distrubed expression on her face. "Pez..whats wrong?!!" He asked almost frantically, but he knew when she was having one of her Witchblade visons, so he sat back down and waited for it to pass. Sara's mind was in total chaos. The minute she had heard Ians words the dream that she ahd the night before came back with full force. The look on Sara's face triggered something in Jakes subconsious. It was almost like he could see into her mind, like he was experiancing what she was, and what he was seeing was very familar to him. Sara could see every detail of the dream in sharp focus. She could smell the earth and hear the cricketts singing their lonely song. She looked around and knew immeditaly that she was in a bedroom. She was sitting on the side of a bed that was covered in a white lace coverlet, the high four posts had thin white gauze like material wafing down in folds until it suround the entire bed in a mist like covering. Looking down at herself she could see the thin nightgown that she was wearing and the lace the peeked through the top. The bed room door opened and someone walked in. Peering through the materal he breath caught in her throat. Jake! He walked over and parted the material and sat down beside her. Sara looked at him with a look of confusion. This was something new. He reached out and pushed a strand of long dark hair out of her eyes and let his fingers trail down her cheek. " what is this Jake?" SHe asked quietly leaning into his touch. " I have no idea, but I am just going to go with it." He replied looking into her green eyes and running his fingers down her cheek once more. "You're beautiful." He wisper his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath caress her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his gentaly and buried her fingers in his hair. Their first kiss was so soft that it was like a buttlerflies wings caressing gossamer, soft and sweet. Sara felt like she was drowning in the taste a feel of his lips against hers, it was amazing. Jake broke the kiss and leaned back. "You do relise that this was ment to happen?" He asked horsly, his fingers gentaly rubbing the metal of the bracelet on her right wrist. " How many life times have we done this?" She asked shakily, still not thinkg strait. "Countless times before, and countless times more." He replied and kissed her again. Lacing her fingers through his hair she allowed her self to be lowered to teh matteress. Never had anything felt so right.
Saras eyes snapped into focus and the first thing that she saw was a dazzed looking Jake staring at her from the expanse of the desk. From the look on his face she knew something wasnt' right. "Jake?" Jake swallowed convusiovly and drew in a shaky breath. His eyes has the appreance of a drug addicts when they are high, glazed and laziy. " Sara....what just happend?" He asked quietly, still not moving from the postion that he was in. "You saw it?" she asked, shocked. She thought that it had just been a fanasty, somethign that came from them spending so much time together. " I dreamed it...last night." He said shaking his head, like he was trying to clear out the cobwebs. "So did I." Sara gasped. She ran a hand through her long hair and then clasped them in her lap. "What does this mean?" Jake stood and started pacing the room like a caged animal. He kept running his fingers threw his already messy hair. Saara sat back and thoguht about it for a minute. The implications were very great if what they were both experiancing was real. "I think it means that we are linked." she said after awhile. Jake stoped pacing and collasped back in his chair. "We already knew that." " I think it means mentally and physically. A link that can't be broken." Saras voice was quite and thoughtful , her eyes holding his steadily. " Countless times before..." Jake started and Sara finsihed it. "And countless times more." she said and Jake sat back in his chair. They looked at each other, understanding and love shining between them. They both knew that now, there was no turing back, that they were not only dreaming the same things but now they were sharing them, dreaming in tandam. In past lives, in this one, and in the future, they were tied by a bond that could not be severed by time or death. Through it all they would reamain friends, protecters, and lovers. After all, fate plays a hand in all things.
Dreams have the habit of fading when dawn tints the sky, blowing away like smoke in the wind. Some you can remember, other just lurk in the dark corners of your subconsious. Sara walked through the staion deftly avioding her fellow officers, her mind not on what she was doing. She had dreamed the night before, but unlike all the others that the Witchblade had given her this one she couldn't remember. She walked into the office that she shared with her partner Jake and smiled at him when he looked up from the report that he was reading. Settling herself into her chair she picked up the cup of coffe that Jake had obvisouly put there only moments before she she had arrived. "Moring Jake." She greeted taking a long sip of the bitter liquid. "Hey Pez." He looked up at her and smiled slightly and went back to reading his report. They had talked a few weeks before. They both now knew that they had both met before, in other times and places but neither had lived without the other close by. This served to streangthen their existing relationship, it brought them closer made them more at ease with each other. So engrossed in thought was Sara that she jumped when her cell phone rang loudly. She fliped it open and sat back in her chair her cup of coffee in her free hand. "Had any dreams lately Sara?" Ians barotone voice asked darkly over the slightly staticy line. Sara's pulse raced and the coffee cup fell from her limp fingers. The cell phone clattered to the desk. Jake looked up sharply and rose form his chair when he saw the distrubed expression on her face. "Pez..whats wrong?!!" He asked almost frantically, but he knew when she was having one of her Witchblade visons, so he sat back down and waited for it to pass. Sara's mind was in total chaos. The minute she had heard Ians words the dream that she ahd the night before came back with full force. The look on Sara's face triggered something in Jakes subconsious. It was almost like he could see into her mind, like he was experiancing what she was, and what he was seeing was very familar to him. Sara could see every detail of the dream in sharp focus. She could smell the earth and hear the cricketts singing their lonely song. She looked around and knew immeditaly that she was in a bedroom. She was sitting on the side of a bed that was covered in a white lace coverlet, the high four posts had thin white gauze like material wafing down in folds until it suround the entire bed in a mist like covering. Looking down at herself she could see the thin nightgown that she was wearing and the lace the peeked through the top. The bed room door opened and someone walked in. Peering through the materal he breath caught in her throat. Jake! He walked over and parted the material and sat down beside her. Sara looked at him with a look of confusion. This was something new. He reached out and pushed a strand of long dark hair out of her eyes and let his fingers trail down her cheek. " what is this Jake?" SHe asked quietly leaning into his touch. " I have no idea, but I am just going to go with it." He replied looking into her green eyes and running his fingers down her cheek once more. "You're beautiful." He wisper his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath caress her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his gentaly and buried her fingers in his hair. Their first kiss was so soft that it was like a buttlerflies wings caressing gossamer, soft and sweet. Sara felt like she was drowning in the taste a feel of his lips against hers, it was amazing. Jake broke the kiss and leaned back. "You do relise that this was ment to happen?" He asked horsly, his fingers gentaly rubbing the metal of the bracelet on her right wrist. " How many life times have we done this?" She asked shakily, still not thinkg strait. "Countless times before, and countless times more." He replied and kissed her again. Lacing her fingers through his hair she allowed her self to be lowered to teh matteress. Never had anything felt so right.
Saras eyes snapped into focus and the first thing that she saw was a dazzed looking Jake staring at her from the expanse of the desk. From the look on his face she knew something wasnt' right. "Jake?" Jake swallowed convusiovly and drew in a shaky breath. His eyes has the appreance of a drug addicts when they are high, glazed and laziy. " Sara....what just happend?" He asked quietly, still not moving from the postion that he was in. "You saw it?" she asked, shocked. She thought that it had just been a fanasty, somethign that came from them spending so much time together. " I dreamed it...last night." He said shaking his head, like he was trying to clear out the cobwebs. "So did I." Sara gasped. She ran a hand through her long hair and then clasped them in her lap. "What does this mean?" Jake stood and started pacing the room like a caged animal. He kept running his fingers threw his already messy hair. Saara sat back and thoguht about it for a minute. The implications were very great if what they were both experiancing was real. "I think it means that we are linked." she said after awhile. Jake stoped pacing and collasped back in his chair. "We already knew that." " I think it means mentally and physically. A link that can't be broken." Saras voice was quite and thoughtful , her eyes holding his steadily. " Countless times before..." Jake started and Sara finsihed it. "And countless times more." she said and Jake sat back in his chair. They looked at each other, understanding and love shining between them. They both knew that now, there was no turing back, that they were not only dreaming the same things but now they were sharing them, dreaming in tandam. In past lives, in this one, and in the future, they were tied by a bond that could not be severed by time or death. Through it all they would reamain friends, protecters, and lovers. After all, fate plays a hand in all things.