In Dreams

Chapter 3

He felt it again. A deep perpetuating darkness that never seemed to end. Always in his sleep, he felt another person's presence, invading his mind and thoughts. Something taking him over, something whispering to him.

"Griever. . . Griever. . . ."

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Little droplets of water were running down his face as Griever's eyes snapped open, and he quickly grabbed the wrist of his assailant. The damp cloth fell from her hand, as Griever came face to face with the Angel.

"Where am I?" Griever asked, not releasing his hold on her wrists. Gazing about the room he noticed the room was brightly decorated with wildflowers and country style furnishings. A real homey place.

Staring back at him, she acted unaffected by the hold. "In Winhill. After you fainted I transported you, myself and my guardian here."

"Am I your prisoner?"

"No. I am merely tending to your wound, that is all," the blonde replied. Without breaking their gaze, Griever slowly released her wrists.

"I'm fine. I don't need your help." Griever tried to stand up, but sudden dizziness pushed him back onto the bed. 'Griever. . . kill her. . . .' Clenching his head, the soft whisperings began again.

Noticing his sudden discomfort, Quistis gently ran her fingers through his hair. Closing her eyes, a warm blue light emanated from her hands, surrounding Squall's head.

Rocking back and forth erratically on the bed, the whisperings grew louder, and Griever slowly felt his self-control dissolve. 'Kill her, kill her, KILL HER NOW Griev....' Suddenly, they stopped. Breathing in deeply, Griever realized that the darkness had been lifted, and opened his eyes.

"Just rest for a bit. You loss a lot of blood," Quistis once again raised the cloth to his face and gently began to clean the wound. Griever turned and tried to look away, but found it difficult to tear his gaze away from her soft blue eyes. Occasionally she would meet his gaze and smile.

"There all cleaned up. Now all I need to do, is cast a simple healing spell so you won't have a scar," she raised her hand up to his forehead and closed her eyes.

"Don't," Griever pushed her hand away gently. "I want it. As a memory."

The two sat in silence, but strangely he found it comforting. He wondered to himself when was the last time he actually felt at peace and safe with someone.

"You stopped it, didn't you?" Griever asked, finally breaking the silence. "Just now, you lifted the darkness, you stopped the whisperings. . . ."

Meeting his blue eyes, a light smile played on Quistis' lips. "Well, yes, it seemed like it was hurting you. So I just blocked off the source for now. But don't worry, it's only temporary."

Nodding his head slowly, and standing up from the bed, Griever grabbed his gunblade and jacket from a nearby chair. "Why only temporary? Why don't you just cut off our connection permanently?" he asked quietly while he strapped on his gunblade.

"I want you to decide for yourself what you want. If you believe that truly with the sorceress you can restore peace to mankind, and cleanse them of all wrongs, then I don't want to break your connection with her," Quistis stood, and picked a white lily from the flower arrangement on the table.

Smiling, she softly whispered, "because I want what you want for this world, and I know through you, it will happen Squall," Quistis handed the lily to Griever, and slowly he accepted it. Nodding his head, he turned and left the bedroom without another word, and only the sound of the front door shutting was his goodbye.

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Knock, knock

"Hey Squall! Are you in there buddy?" a loud male voice called out from the opposite side of the office door. "Squall? Open up! Come on, man! It's time to leave for the field exam!"

Slowly, Squall opened his eyes, and looked around the room. 'Where am I now?' he wondered as a he pushed himself further back into his chair.

"Squall? You awake? We gotta go to Winhill!" again the male voice called out from behind the door.

"Winhill?" Squall whispered to himself. 'The dream... it was in Winhill. Again I dreamed of the Sorceress' Knight and the Soul Angel. But their names..., am I ... is Quistis....'

"Squall wake up already!"

Standing up from his chair and quickly making his way across the room, Squall ripped open the door. Zell stood surprised, still with his hand curled into a fist, ready to continue his barrage on the door. "Hey man! Finally!"

Shaking his head in irritation, Squall ran his fingers through his hair. "Sorry. I haven't been getting that much sleep lately. I'm coming now." Squall turned back into his office and grabbed his SeeD jacket and gunblade.

"No problem. It's just Rinoa was bothering me to find you because she said you disappeared while she was asleep."

"I just needed to finish some paper work, that's all. Come on, let's go." Squall answered in his usual stony manner. Getting into the elevator, Zell started to shadow box during the ride down.

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Author's notes: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait. I hate to admit, but I actually got bored with writing this story. But the thing is, is that I do want to finish it. You see I have the whole story planned out in my mind, it's just getting it onto the computer which is hard. Anyway, if I do continue this, just to let you all know, that this won't really be an action type fic because I honestly don't know how to write one ^_^. So it will be a romance, with lots of love triangles, and may border NC-17 at times, but I'll try to control myself.^^

So hopefully if my muses speak to me again, I'll see you all soon. And as always, please leave me a little inspiration in a review if you want this to continue.