This is my first shot at fan fiction. Reviews are both welcome and appreciated.
None of these characters are mine.
This story is set after the Series Finale andcontains spoilers for Season 2. So far I only have one dream finished, but I may do a series of dreams for Justin, Ben, Sofie and Iris.
Justin has had this dream before. He hates it.
He sits at the breakfast table wearing pajamas and a light brown robe. He is confined to a wheelchair, unable to move or speak. He feels tired, weak, defeated.
Sofie is there, barefoot, wearing a dirty white apron over a gleaming white dress. She hums sadly as she tidies up. She pauses for a moment, heads to the icebox, then to Justin. She places a half-empty glass of milk next to him, winking, teasing him before going back to her chores.
Justin watches her for what seems like an eternity. He loves looking at her, his perfect, beautiful creation. This is his favorite part of the dream. It's just the two of them, no harsh words, no cold looks, just Sofie and her soft humming.
Soon someone comes up behind Justin. It doesn't matter that he cannot turn to see who is there, he already knows. It's always that boy, Ben. Sofie looks up from her cleaning and her face instantly brightens. She abandons her duties and hurries to him, wordless, grabbing his hand and leading him to a chair next to Justin's. She settles Ben into the chair, and then places herself in his lap.
Sofie and Ben kiss hungrily, youthfully. Ben touches her hair softly, nuzzles her neck, making her giggle. Sofie looks over at Justin and smiles wryly. She leans in close to the boy's ear and purrs, "I want to give you something."
Ben smiles an oily, hideous smile. "Well," he drawls "I've got somethin' for you, too."
The two chuckle lustfully as Sofie slides down Ben's lap. She kneels on the floor and looks up at Justin, smirking. Justin wants to look away, but he can't. He closes his eyes but he still sees, watches helplessly as his daughter degrades herself for his enemy.
Ben looks sideways at Justin, sneering. He mouths the words "She's mine," before closing his eyes and leaning his head back, enjoying himself.
Justin bolts awake, feeling sick. He rushes to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, trying to wash the dream away, trying to forget.