The Dead Zone Fan Fic
Parts of a Puzzle
Author's notes - I have only seen about 10 episodes in the first season up to Shaman. I really like Johnny and Dana together so it is going to be explored somewhat.
Summary – All the people in Johnny's life are part of a disturbing vision he must piece together.
Characters – Johnny, Bruce, Dana, Sarah, Walt, Little Johnny.
Spoilers – First Season up to Shaman.
Disclaimer – The Dead Zone belongs to USA Network and Lions Gate Television and is based on the characters and novel by Stephen King.
Content – Drama/angst
Rating – R
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Prologue
The humidity made the air stifling. It was like a furnace turned on full blast. The heavy clouds trapped the heat between them and the ground. As the sun broke through the heavy clouds the man with the sandy hair drove in a jeep along the country road towards the town of Cleaves Mills in Maine. Johnny Smith was deep in thought as he drove. His life had changed so much in the last few months. He was getting used to the fact that he had been in a coma for 6 years, that Sarah had married someone else, his mother was dead and he had a son. Those things he could just about deal with but it was also the fact that with his accident he had gained something else. The visions. His new found psychic ability. People knew him now and wanted his help. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be known. All he wanted now was to be left alone. But that wasn't to be.
His reverie was interrupted by his jeep bumping over a pot hole. It must have been a pretty big one as he nearly lost control of his jeep. He jammed on the breaks just seconds before the jeep crashed into a wall. He sat in the jeep for a couple of minutes wondering why he hadn't gotten any visions of this near accident. Grabbing his cane he got out of the jeep and examined it for damage.
"Oh great!" He exclaimed when he saw that one of the back tires was flat. He looked into the back of the jeep and saw that the spare was there. Laying his cane carefully by the jeep he leaned in and pulled at the spare tyre….
//
Heavy rain fell and wind blew around him as he struggled to change the tyre…
//
…He looked up into the sky and saw that the sun had gone back in behind the clouds and they were looking like they were going to let a serious amount of rain fall. He could hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance. A light wind picked up.
"Oh well that's just perfect," Johnny muttered to himself. Placing the tire beside the car he grabbed the rest of the equipment and laid it on the ground. Ignoring the ache in his hip he knelt down and proceeded to loosen the nuts and bolts. They were much tighter that he thought they were going to be. He felt the first drop of rain hit his forehead and soon it was bouncing off the ground. Johnny was only wearing a light jacket and pair of jeans that were soon soaked through. His hip hurt a lot now as he finished off changing the tyre. He bit his lip to try and forget about the pain. His cell phone started to ring as he threw the stuff into the back of the jeep. Grabbing his cane he limped to the driver's seat and grabbed the phone just as it stopped ringing. He looked at the caller id and saw that Sarah had called.
*It can wait till I get home,* he thought to himself as he drove off.
Bruce was waiting at the Smith house when Johnny arrived.
"What happened to you?" the physical therapist asked as a rain sodden Johnny got out of the car.
"Unfortunately, Bruce, my amazing powers can't predict the weather or when I'm going to get a flat," grumbled Johnny limping past the other man.
"It's a pity they don't. We'd be living the high life if you could," Bruce said watching carefully as Johnny limped to the door. "You in pain?"
"I think it's affected by the weather. Hey. Imagine that. You can see the headlines. Johnny Smith's leg predicts bad weather. Just another freakish talent."
Bruce sighed. "Hey, you are not a freak."
The sound of a car coming up the driveway made them both turn. It came to a stop by the steps and Dana Bright climbed out of the car.
"Hey guys," she said sweetly. She looked from one man to the other. She and Johnny appraised each other. It had only been a few weeks since they slept together. That night had changed something between them and she found herself thinking more and more about him.
Johnny smiled. "Hi."
"You better get inside and change your clothes before you catch pneumonia," the red head said with a note of concern in her voice.
Bruce watched the two eyeing each other up and rolled his eyes. "Yep, get in there and change before you get sick." He pushed Johnny through the open door and the man immediately reacted to the touch. The room seemed to spin and he fell on his knees to the floor as his vision started to flash before him…
//
…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the water……fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the water
//
Just as fast as the vision came to Johnny it left him again and he held onto the door as he fought to control his breathing. The intensity of the vision alarmed him. He ran a trembling hand through his hair as he got to his feet. Ignoring the helping hand offered by Bruce he picked up his cane and headed towards the kitchen.
"What did you see?" Dana asked.
"Not sure yet."
"Good, bad or indifferent?" asked Bruce.
Johnny turned around with a haunted look on his face. "Bad. Definitely bad."
TBC
Parts of a Puzzle
Author's notes - I have only seen about 10 episodes in the first season up to Shaman. I really like Johnny and Dana together so it is going to be explored somewhat.
Summary – All the people in Johnny's life are part of a disturbing vision he must piece together.
Characters – Johnny, Bruce, Dana, Sarah, Walt, Little Johnny.
Spoilers – First Season up to Shaman.
Disclaimer – The Dead Zone belongs to USA Network and Lions Gate Television and is based on the characters and novel by Stephen King.
Content – Drama/angst
Rating – R
*******
Prologue
The humidity made the air stifling. It was like a furnace turned on full blast. The heavy clouds trapped the heat between them and the ground. As the sun broke through the heavy clouds the man with the sandy hair drove in a jeep along the country road towards the town of Cleaves Mills in Maine. Johnny Smith was deep in thought as he drove. His life had changed so much in the last few months. He was getting used to the fact that he had been in a coma for 6 years, that Sarah had married someone else, his mother was dead and he had a son. Those things he could just about deal with but it was also the fact that with his accident he had gained something else. The visions. His new found psychic ability. People knew him now and wanted his help. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be known. All he wanted now was to be left alone. But that wasn't to be.
His reverie was interrupted by his jeep bumping over a pot hole. It must have been a pretty big one as he nearly lost control of his jeep. He jammed on the breaks just seconds before the jeep crashed into a wall. He sat in the jeep for a couple of minutes wondering why he hadn't gotten any visions of this near accident. Grabbing his cane he got out of the jeep and examined it for damage.
"Oh great!" He exclaimed when he saw that one of the back tires was flat. He looked into the back of the jeep and saw that the spare was there. Laying his cane carefully by the jeep he leaned in and pulled at the spare tyre….
//
Heavy rain fell and wind blew around him as he struggled to change the tyre…
//
…He looked up into the sky and saw that the sun had gone back in behind the clouds and they were looking like they were going to let a serious amount of rain fall. He could hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance. A light wind picked up.
"Oh well that's just perfect," Johnny muttered to himself. Placing the tire beside the car he grabbed the rest of the equipment and laid it on the ground. Ignoring the ache in his hip he knelt down and proceeded to loosen the nuts and bolts. They were much tighter that he thought they were going to be. He felt the first drop of rain hit his forehead and soon it was bouncing off the ground. Johnny was only wearing a light jacket and pair of jeans that were soon soaked through. His hip hurt a lot now as he finished off changing the tyre. He bit his lip to try and forget about the pain. His cell phone started to ring as he threw the stuff into the back of the jeep. Grabbing his cane he limped to the driver's seat and grabbed the phone just as it stopped ringing. He looked at the caller id and saw that Sarah had called.
*It can wait till I get home,* he thought to himself as he drove off.
Bruce was waiting at the Smith house when Johnny arrived.
"What happened to you?" the physical therapist asked as a rain sodden Johnny got out of the car.
"Unfortunately, Bruce, my amazing powers can't predict the weather or when I'm going to get a flat," grumbled Johnny limping past the other man.
"It's a pity they don't. We'd be living the high life if you could," Bruce said watching carefully as Johnny limped to the door. "You in pain?"
"I think it's affected by the weather. Hey. Imagine that. You can see the headlines. Johnny Smith's leg predicts bad weather. Just another freakish talent."
Bruce sighed. "Hey, you are not a freak."
The sound of a car coming up the driveway made them both turn. It came to a stop by the steps and Dana Bright climbed out of the car.
"Hey guys," she said sweetly. She looked from one man to the other. She and Johnny appraised each other. It had only been a few weeks since they slept together. That night had changed something between them and she found herself thinking more and more about him.
Johnny smiled. "Hi."
"You better get inside and change your clothes before you catch pneumonia," the red head said with a note of concern in her voice.
Bruce watched the two eyeing each other up and rolled his eyes. "Yep, get in there and change before you get sick." He pushed Johnny through the open door and the man immediately reacted to the touch. The room seemed to spin and he fell on his knees to the floor as his vision started to flash before him…
//
…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the water……fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…a stone bridge…police sirens…body taken out of the water
//
Just as fast as the vision came to Johnny it left him again and he held onto the door as he fought to control his breathing. The intensity of the vision alarmed him. He ran a trembling hand through his hair as he got to his feet. Ignoring the helping hand offered by Bruce he picked up his cane and headed towards the kitchen.
"What did you see?" Dana asked.
"Not sure yet."
"Good, bad or indifferent?" asked Bruce.
Johnny turned around with a haunted look on his face. "Bad. Definitely bad."
TBC