Once again like I said before. I don't own any characters from the movie. I do own Katya, Sasha, Tolya, Vanya. Among others that I might create in the future. Once again I own them so.....GRRRR!!!!!!!!growls in death metal voice. WARNING: can cause confusion, hysteria, and headache due to weird words throughout the story.
The LA sky is still dark, and most of it's residents are asleep. No supped up cars ravage the street this early. The room is dark filled with girlish knick-knacks, clothes, and other things. Mia stares at the clock and lays beside Brian in bed.
"Night Brian."
"Night Mia."
They both cover themselves in their own blankets and turn the opposite way. It's been the same routine ever since the hijacks; a few words, blankets, and ignoring. Might as well be in different rooms thought Brian. He turned on his back, folded his arms behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling till he fell asleep. Obviously, things weren't exactly smoothed over with him and the team. Maybe, things were better with Mia, but he still knew his place in the team. You're a cop!! You are the cop!! Dom's voice rang in his head. Shit, he thought, can things get any worse? He turned his head to look at the clock, in red letters it read 4:15am. The whole team just got through partying over an hour ago. It's getting early should; should get to sleep he thought as he closed his eyes, and arms still tucked behind his head.
ONE HOUR LATER
The sky gets lighter and the morning is soon to break. The blankets in disarray, and the two are deep in sleep. As usual backs towards each other and on different sides of the bed. Brian turns over on his back, and his brow becomes heavily furrowed. Beads of sweat start to form on his forehead and his hands start to shake a bit. He makes no sound at first then begins to murmur incoherently.
"Uhh, Katya." he murmurs in a distressed voice.
"Lera, Katya." he murmurs with the same distress.
The shaking and the murmurs begin to wake Mia up. She rolls over and leans on his shoulder. She doesn't wake him up she just watches him sleep. Who the hell is Katya? She thinks. Lera?! Katya?! Who the hell are they?!—the bastard! she thinks. Pissed at the sound of the two names, she continues to listen making sure not to wait him from his dream. A minute goes by, he stops talking. Maybe I'm just paranoid she thinks. She decides to drop the subject and not mention it in the morning. As she begins to close her eyes, he goes off again.
"Uhh, Katya. Pochemoo? Pochemoo?" she listens with intent. I'm gonna get that bitch, she thinks to herself.
"And what the hell are you saying.?" she whispers to herself.
"Mat? Mat? Katya? Gde ty? Gde moya sestra?! Tsets...Nyet, nyet. Tsets, gde Katya ii Lera?!"
"The hell language is this?" she whispers to herself.
He begins to shake and sweat with great intensity. He begins to hyperventilate and almost goes into a seizure. She shakes him vigorously, trying very hard but met with great difficulty to wake his ass up. She shakes him but he his arms start to flail about almost hitting her. He shaking grows milder, and his breathing begins to slow. He whispers again and she gets closer to listen.
"Tsets...Tsets. Pocheemoo? Pochemoo iikh?! Pozhaloosta...stop. Pozhaloosta, tsets..." tears begin to flow from his eyes.
"Nyet, stop pozhaloosta. Lera? Katya?" his whispers begin to die. Suddenly, his breathing begins to speed up and his shakes return. The words grow in intenstiy.
"NYET!! STOP!! POZHALOOSTA!! NYET!! STOP!! LERA!! TSETS!! KAAAAATTTTYYYAAAA!!!"
Mia jumps back and almost has a heart attack. He soon wakes up after that, and is met by two dark brown eyes. His face is painted in surprise, shock, and confusion. He glances the room quickly, searching for the source of his distress. Nothing. The room is a blur to him and all he can see is two dark brown eyes. She grabs his face, making sure he's okay. The shakes recess, and the breathing slows.
"Shit, Brian! Are you okay?!"
She lays back down on the bed exhausted and Brian sits up. His face is covered in tears, sweat, and stress. His hands shake a little, his face pale white, and most of his chest covered in sweat. He looks around the room to see if its safe. Then at the clock, then the ceiling, and lastly he looks at Mia.
"The hell happened?" he asks calmly.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack. That's what the fuck happened." she replies somewhat pissed but then sees the stress across his face and decides to be more sympathetic.
"What happened?" he stares at her ghost white.
"It was just a nightmare Brian. Nothing's wrong. Its okay now." she begins to lean on his shoulder and massage the other. The clock now reads 5:30am and he looks outside.
"Where are they then?" he asks still in his nightmare.
"Who Brian?" she remembers the names. He looks at her, and shakes his head.
"Nobody."
He lays back down and covers himself in his blanket. He turns the other way and hopes that he doesn't have to explain it. She just stares at the back of his head and turns over. She covers herself in her blankets and begins to worry again. Leave him be....for now. Little does she know he'll leave once she falls asleep. He'll most likely head to his cigarettes or the bottle. Both of which he told her he quit, even though he didn't really. But then again old habits die hard, and the past always comes back to you.
"Night Brian"
"Night Mia"