"Still doing ok?"
Julie glanced up and smiled. "Yes the ice helped a lot, thanks Dean."
"No problem." He smiled.
"How on earth do you fight out there? It hurts so much!" She asked.
"You know hockey Jules, you know why fights happen." He responded sitting down on the foot of her bed.
"I know but still, how have you not broken your hands yet?"
"Just lucky I guess!" He answered and they smiled then fell into an awkward silence.
"Things aren't exactly back to normal." Julie commented after a few minutes. Portman rubbed his forehead a moment then looked up at her.
"I really screwed up didn't I?" He asked almost too quiet for her to hear.
"I don't know. Do you think you did?" She questioned.
"You're uncomfortable around me aren't you?" he wondered.
"I've never been uncomfortable around you."
"Not even when we first met?" He smirked.
"Ok so the first time we met I was unsure if I could stand you or not, but still not uncomfortable." She paused then added on, "I doubt I could ever be uncomfortable around you."
He looked slightly hopeful at her; "You mean that?"
"Course I do. Now stop all the worry talk, everything is fine Dean. I mean that." She reassured him with a smile. "Where's that bash brother gone huh?"
"Oh I get it, you just want the bash brother image not the real me." He laughed.
"You got it babe, forget the fact that deep down you're a big softy! I just want the big bad mean version." She giggled.
"Hey, Dean Portman is not a softy!" He said seriously.
"You're not?"
"No I'm not!" He confirmed.
She shrugged her shoulders then slowly closed her eyes and cringed.
"Jules? Are you ok?" He asked and quickly was by her side. He placed a hand on her head when she didn't respond. "Jules?"
"Told you." He heard her sing quietly. He sat back and looked at her surprised. "You big softy you." She laughed.
"Oh you, I thought." He halted looking amazed at her. "Dang it that was not funny! And well it didn't prove a thing!"
"Yes it did. Proved me right! Yeah me!" She giggled and enjoyed the moment.
"You're impossible." He smirked.
"Well someone has to keep you grounded, might as well be me." She winked.
"Gezz.." Was all he could say.
"Want to watch a movie?" She asked a moment later.
"You're already in bed." He answered.
"Silly, there is a tv in here too." She smiled and watched him look around.
"Where?"
"You see that big chest looking thing at the foot of the bed?" She pointed.
"It's in there?"
"Yep it is, tv comes up at the push of a button, see." She punched a button and up came the tv.
"Cool!" He almost shouted and jumped over her legs and flopped down on the other side. "What movie?"
"Not sure, we can check the movie channels first it's almost eight something should be coming on."
They flipped threw the channels.
"I am not watching Night of the Living Dead." She stated firmly.
"And I am not watching a Beautiful Mind." He responded back.
"Hey what about that?" She asked stopping on a channel.
"What is it?" He questioned.
"The Saint." She smiled then added, "It's awesome."
"Who's in it?" He asked grabbing a pillow.
"Val Kilmer. It's based on the old tv show and books."
"We'll try it." He smiled over at her.
"Hey," Julie said awhile later. "Could I ask a favor?"
"What?" He half asked still watching the movie.
"Teach me to fight?" She asked and watched as he slowly turned his face towards her.
"Fight?" He stated slowly, not sure he heard her right.
"Yes fight, well I guess I mean defend myself better."
"Well, yeah I suppose I could." He said after a minute.
"Great! Thank you!" She smiled happily.
"Maybe we should be watching Fight Club then." He laughed at her excitement.
"Hey look I can toss a punch, ask Mitchell. I just want to not feel like I'm breaking my hand ever time!"
"All right, we'll start tomorrow ok?" He smirked.
"Yep! Can't wait." She smiled.
Julie yawned softly a few times as the movie came to an end. Once it was over she picked up the remote and tossed it at Dean.
"Here." She said then snuggled down in the bed. "Night."
"I'll go then." He said starting to get up.
"You don't have to, it doesn't bother me."
"What doesn't? The tv or me?" He questioned.
She smiled even though her face was covered by the blanket, "Both." She replied.
He smiled in thought and picked up the remote and flipped channels. After surfing for several minutes he found something to amuse him and settled down.
"It's all over Julie, you are my wife now. None of your duckies or Daniel will help you, and as for that supposed fiancée of yours well, you soon won't ever see him again." Mitchell spoke down at her.
"What do you do mean!?" Julie asked frantically, and watched as Mitchell snapped his fingers. She watched in horror as Portman was drug into the room and tossed to the floor.
"Oh my god." She cried running to his side, she couldn't believe the sight before her. He was so badly beaten she hardly knew it was him. "Dean?" She said softly touching his face. He seemed to stir a bit then finally opened his eyes. He tried to speak but he couldn't, so she just stared back at him ignoring Mitchell moving about the room.
"Time to say goodbye Julie." She heard Mitchell say then she felt arms from behind her drag her backwards, she instantly started to fight then noticed the gun in Mitchell's hand pointed at Dean's head.
"Mitchell no, please! Do what you want with me but leave him alone!" She pleaded; he turned towards her and sent an icy stare piercing threw her.
"You love him, for that he must die."
He pulled the trigger, "NO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, and bolted upwards. She shook violently clutching her blanket. She searched around finding he was gone and panicked.
He heard her scream penetrate the air, he sprang from the sofa and soon flew threw the door and was at her side instantly.
"Julie what is.." He began but didn't finish, cause she'd tossed her arms around him the minute he got close. "Whoa, it's ok Jules." He said trying to hold her as she shook. "It's ok."
They stayed that way for along time before her tears and shaking subsided. She sat back and he wiped her tears and waited for her to talk.
"I was so scared." She mumbled.
"Nightmare." He stated and she nodded. "What happened?"
She shuddered again then took a deep breath and began. "Mitchell, he told me I was his wife and no one would help me, not even you. And I asked why and he snapped his fingers and two guys drug you in." She paused, new tears flowing. "You were beaten so badly. It made me sick, I was at your side and I forgot about Mitchell, " She began getting more upset as the words came out. "Then he said something like I had to tell you goodbye then someone pulled me away from you and held me back." She shook her head not wishing to say the rest and cried harder then looked up desperately at him.
He did all he could do and pulled her into another embrace and let her cry herself out. Once she was threw with tears he softly whispered, "Lay back down Jules." She did as told and he covered her back up. He shifted slightly and she grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave." She said quickly. "Please."
"I'm not going anywhere." He said and lay down on the other side of the bed.
She stared at the ceiling for awhile trying to get the dream out of her head, it wasn't working. Everything she tried to distract herself with only landed her back in the room with Mitchell and the gun. She shook her head trying not to cry yet again.
"Dean do something for me?" She said out loud before she'd really realized she'd said it.
"Anything." She heard him respond.
"Would you just hold me till I fall asleep?" She asked not sure why she felt so scared.
"Of course." He stated glad she'd finally asked. She rolled over and instantly felt safer.
She was unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. He felt so violently ill, and completely lost. She was sleeping soundly when he spoke to the sky. "So now she gets the dreams? I'd rather you torment me with them." He stalled a moment then added, "The same dream I had last night only difference is, I was the one unable to save her." He shivered and held her a little bit tighter.
Julie glanced up and smiled. "Yes the ice helped a lot, thanks Dean."
"No problem." He smiled.
"How on earth do you fight out there? It hurts so much!" She asked.
"You know hockey Jules, you know why fights happen." He responded sitting down on the foot of her bed.
"I know but still, how have you not broken your hands yet?"
"Just lucky I guess!" He answered and they smiled then fell into an awkward silence.
"Things aren't exactly back to normal." Julie commented after a few minutes. Portman rubbed his forehead a moment then looked up at her.
"I really screwed up didn't I?" He asked almost too quiet for her to hear.
"I don't know. Do you think you did?" She questioned.
"You're uncomfortable around me aren't you?" he wondered.
"I've never been uncomfortable around you."
"Not even when we first met?" He smirked.
"Ok so the first time we met I was unsure if I could stand you or not, but still not uncomfortable." She paused then added on, "I doubt I could ever be uncomfortable around you."
He looked slightly hopeful at her; "You mean that?"
"Course I do. Now stop all the worry talk, everything is fine Dean. I mean that." She reassured him with a smile. "Where's that bash brother gone huh?"
"Oh I get it, you just want the bash brother image not the real me." He laughed.
"You got it babe, forget the fact that deep down you're a big softy! I just want the big bad mean version." She giggled.
"Hey, Dean Portman is not a softy!" He said seriously.
"You're not?"
"No I'm not!" He confirmed.
She shrugged her shoulders then slowly closed her eyes and cringed.
"Jules? Are you ok?" He asked and quickly was by her side. He placed a hand on her head when she didn't respond. "Jules?"
"Told you." He heard her sing quietly. He sat back and looked at her surprised. "You big softy you." She laughed.
"Oh you, I thought." He halted looking amazed at her. "Dang it that was not funny! And well it didn't prove a thing!"
"Yes it did. Proved me right! Yeah me!" She giggled and enjoyed the moment.
"You're impossible." He smirked.
"Well someone has to keep you grounded, might as well be me." She winked.
"Gezz.." Was all he could say.
"Want to watch a movie?" She asked a moment later.
"You're already in bed." He answered.
"Silly, there is a tv in here too." She smiled and watched him look around.
"Where?"
"You see that big chest looking thing at the foot of the bed?" She pointed.
"It's in there?"
"Yep it is, tv comes up at the push of a button, see." She punched a button and up came the tv.
"Cool!" He almost shouted and jumped over her legs and flopped down on the other side. "What movie?"
"Not sure, we can check the movie channels first it's almost eight something should be coming on."
They flipped threw the channels.
"I am not watching Night of the Living Dead." She stated firmly.
"And I am not watching a Beautiful Mind." He responded back.
"Hey what about that?" She asked stopping on a channel.
"What is it?" He questioned.
"The Saint." She smiled then added, "It's awesome."
"Who's in it?" He asked grabbing a pillow.
"Val Kilmer. It's based on the old tv show and books."
"We'll try it." He smiled over at her.
"Hey," Julie said awhile later. "Could I ask a favor?"
"What?" He half asked still watching the movie.
"Teach me to fight?" She asked and watched as he slowly turned his face towards her.
"Fight?" He stated slowly, not sure he heard her right.
"Yes fight, well I guess I mean defend myself better."
"Well, yeah I suppose I could." He said after a minute.
"Great! Thank you!" She smiled happily.
"Maybe we should be watching Fight Club then." He laughed at her excitement.
"Hey look I can toss a punch, ask Mitchell. I just want to not feel like I'm breaking my hand ever time!"
"All right, we'll start tomorrow ok?" He smirked.
"Yep! Can't wait." She smiled.
Julie yawned softly a few times as the movie came to an end. Once it was over she picked up the remote and tossed it at Dean.
"Here." She said then snuggled down in the bed. "Night."
"I'll go then." He said starting to get up.
"You don't have to, it doesn't bother me."
"What doesn't? The tv or me?" He questioned.
She smiled even though her face was covered by the blanket, "Both." She replied.
He smiled in thought and picked up the remote and flipped channels. After surfing for several minutes he found something to amuse him and settled down.
"It's all over Julie, you are my wife now. None of your duckies or Daniel will help you, and as for that supposed fiancée of yours well, you soon won't ever see him again." Mitchell spoke down at her.
"What do you do mean!?" Julie asked frantically, and watched as Mitchell snapped his fingers. She watched in horror as Portman was drug into the room and tossed to the floor.
"Oh my god." She cried running to his side, she couldn't believe the sight before her. He was so badly beaten she hardly knew it was him. "Dean?" She said softly touching his face. He seemed to stir a bit then finally opened his eyes. He tried to speak but he couldn't, so she just stared back at him ignoring Mitchell moving about the room.
"Time to say goodbye Julie." She heard Mitchell say then she felt arms from behind her drag her backwards, she instantly started to fight then noticed the gun in Mitchell's hand pointed at Dean's head.
"Mitchell no, please! Do what you want with me but leave him alone!" She pleaded; he turned towards her and sent an icy stare piercing threw her.
"You love him, for that he must die."
He pulled the trigger, "NO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, and bolted upwards. She shook violently clutching her blanket. She searched around finding he was gone and panicked.
He heard her scream penetrate the air, he sprang from the sofa and soon flew threw the door and was at her side instantly.
"Julie what is.." He began but didn't finish, cause she'd tossed her arms around him the minute he got close. "Whoa, it's ok Jules." He said trying to hold her as she shook. "It's ok."
They stayed that way for along time before her tears and shaking subsided. She sat back and he wiped her tears and waited for her to talk.
"I was so scared." She mumbled.
"Nightmare." He stated and she nodded. "What happened?"
She shuddered again then took a deep breath and began. "Mitchell, he told me I was his wife and no one would help me, not even you. And I asked why and he snapped his fingers and two guys drug you in." She paused, new tears flowing. "You were beaten so badly. It made me sick, I was at your side and I forgot about Mitchell, " She began getting more upset as the words came out. "Then he said something like I had to tell you goodbye then someone pulled me away from you and held me back." She shook her head not wishing to say the rest and cried harder then looked up desperately at him.
He did all he could do and pulled her into another embrace and let her cry herself out. Once she was threw with tears he softly whispered, "Lay back down Jules." She did as told and he covered her back up. He shifted slightly and she grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave." She said quickly. "Please."
"I'm not going anywhere." He said and lay down on the other side of the bed.
She stared at the ceiling for awhile trying to get the dream out of her head, it wasn't working. Everything she tried to distract herself with only landed her back in the room with Mitchell and the gun. She shook her head trying not to cry yet again.
"Dean do something for me?" She said out loud before she'd really realized she'd said it.
"Anything." She heard him respond.
"Would you just hold me till I fall asleep?" She asked not sure why she felt so scared.
"Of course." He stated glad she'd finally asked. She rolled over and instantly felt safer.
She was unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. He felt so violently ill, and completely lost. She was sleeping soundly when he spoke to the sky. "So now she gets the dreams? I'd rather you torment me with them." He stalled a moment then added, "The same dream I had last night only difference is, I was the one unable to save her." He shivered and held her a little bit tighter.
