Disclaimer: Not affiliated with the show, nothing you recognize (meaning pretty much everything, as I pilfered basically the entire thing from the teaser and just put it in prose form) is mine, yadda yadda. You know the drill.
A/N: This was written the Saturday through Monday before I watched "Babble On". Any canon up to that point is fair game, as is anything found in the teaser (the script of which can be downloaded from USA's web site) or the preview. Most importantly, this should be read with the understanding that it was only my thoughts on what might happen (well, that and, basically, the teaser. No suing.). It should be expected to deviate some from "Babble On" canon, as I, sadly, lack precognitive powers and had no idea how the episode was really going to turn out. Plus, I took some artistic license concerning stuff I didn't feel like writing. (You'll notice. And I apologize for it.) Finally, I once again reserve the right for this to suck. Thank you.
Babylon
Johnny Smith woke with a start from yet another nightmare. This was getting old, fast. At first, he'd thought they were just the result of watching a friend die before his eyes, but he was becoming more and more unsure of that. So why was his father haunting his dreams?
He got up slowly, responded distractedly to the worker speaking to him, and walked out of the room into his father's office.
The other man had followed. "Looks like it hasn't been used in years," he offered, looking around.
Johnny nodded. "Almost thirty." There was a beat of silence. "It was my father's office," he explained, uncomfortable.
He nodded in response to the worker's reply, and turned to the window as the man left.
His hand found the bookshelf as he walked around exploring the dusty room, and the present disappeared as he found himself in a vision of the past.
He saw a much-younger version of himself run in the door, saying, "Dad…."
Startled, Johnny turned to the man he'd just noticed was beside him. "Dad?" he needlessly asked the man who was facing away from him but who was quite obviously Herb Smith.
And, just as suddenly as the past had come before his eyes, it left, and he was returned to the unused room, his hand resting on a blanket of dust.
Johnny scowled. His dreams, his visions…why was his father haunting him like this?
He sighed, shrugged, and left. He'd figure it out later.
For now, he had lost sleep to catch up on.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Also, I'd like to thank those who reviewed my 4400 fic and inspired me to actually write this one (you regret it now, don't you?); I'd have done one in that fandom again, but the preview was too vague to even give me a little clue as to what on Earth was going to happen. Till next time, then.