The Dream

Took me forever to get my hands bandaged up again, it would probably have been a lot easier if Emma had done it but your mad if you think I'm going to ask her to do it. Your mad if you think I want to be put in the crossfire of her way-to-blown-up proportions on her feelings again. I mean, shit! Come one now…she can't expect me to act on feelings that I'm not even sure I understand yet.

You know what aggravates me the most about her right now, it's that she acts like she knows what I want. She slipped into my room and waited for me to come back after I had a shower to tell me what 'I' want, can you believe that! I can't imagine any descent person ever wanting to be surprised like that after a relaxing shower, then told about 'there' feelings as if 'they' are an open book.

Goddamn am I glad to be out of there right now, now all I got to do is find a way to avoid going on this mission. I can't imagine being near her right now; I can't imagine having her eyes on me again or even the thought of her manipulating me. But I do have to admit it, I was being a little shit for last while with her, but what the hell does she expect from me? Why does she do this to me? Who the hell does she think she is?

"Who the hell does she think she is?" I say to myself out loud as I find myself standing next to the beautiful indoor waterfall near the meditation pool. I frown after a moment when I realize that I have been thinking to myself as if I was writing a book for the past ten minutes. I smirk and shake my head from side to side as my right shaky hand moves to comfort my aching and confused head as I fight back a tear of frustration as the memory of Emma's last words float mercilessly to me….

"…I love you Shalimar, even though you hurt me so badly. I guess that's why they call it love, we always hurt the ones we love. Even when we're not with them."

I hurt her so badly? Why am I so surprised and hurt by this painful confession by Emma…it's true though and I shouldn't be surprised by it…I must of hurt her, I ignored her and tried to avoid her through any means necessary…I just don't "…know what to do" I reply as I voice the last words out loud as I let my hand float above the clear water as another frustrated tear falls down my face.

I tilt my head down low, as I squeeze my eyes shut in a childish attempt to keep another tear at bay as I try to think of a way out of seeing Emma again. What should I do? Who will take my place? And what excuse do I have to get out of it without drawing to much suspicion to myself? I think to myself just as a name pops into my head, Brennan…he'll keep her safe. Or at least he better keep her safe if he knows what's best for him! My thought continued as I feel my fists clench at the thought of Emma being hurt.

I force myself to relax as I realize that I have my fists clenched in a deadly force of what appears to be a mix of worry and fear. I move my head to rest normally in its casual position as I blink a few times in the hopes doing so will blink away the evidence of frustrated moisture from my eyes.

"I should go talk to Brennan," I say to myself as I force my heavy body off of its previously seated position and begin my search for the elemental. I find myself wondering throughout the many halls of the beautiful sanctuary until I find Brennan in his usual position on the staircase leading up to the lab.

"I've should have known you would be here" I say to the elemental who then raised his dark eyes up from his poetry book to rest affectionately on me. "Shal…hey" he says with a smile on his face as he closes the book and hold's it firmly in his hands, "hey back" I reply with a coy smile on my face as I continue to watch him hopefully.

"Is…huh…is there something you needed to tell me?" Brennan asks as he frowns at my obvious discomfort, "yeah, a favor if you don't mind" I reply generally as I wait for his answer from his worried expression. "Huh…sure thing Shal what's the deal?" Brennan asks as he watches me more closely as I try to avoid his eyes.

"You know that mission that Adam sent Emma and I on?" I ask as I move to sit in a nearby chair, "yea…what about it?" Brennan asks as he glances between the book in his hands to my blank expression. "Well…I need you to take my place on the mission with Emma-" "why Shal what's wrong?" Brennan interrupted, as his face remained permanent with worry.

"Nothing…nothings wrong I just need some time off, you see I'm…I'm a little hurt-" "what? Your hurt since when?" Brennan interrupted once again as his eyes then moved to fall onto the fresh bandages on my fists. "Yeah…I huh…I hit the punching bag to hard I guess…and huh…kinda bruised-" "and this effects you not taking part in the mission because?" Brennan interrupted for the third time as he practically sung out the last word annoyingly.

"It affects my 'not taking part in the mission' due to that fact that it hurts like a bitch and bleeds on occasion-" "bullshit" Brennan interrupted once again as I try to fight back the urge to twist his annoying neck off of his ignorant head. "I'm serious Brennan, I can't go on this mission-" "and why the hell not?" Brennan shot back with his eyes fixed skeptically into mine.

"Just because ok!" I responded as I try to control the yellow feel of my eyes, as Brennan's face seems to make me want to beat him to a bloody pulp. "Ok, ok I'll go" Brennan replies as he moves to stand to his full height as he makes his way up to the lab to talk to Adam, "thanks Bren" I call out to him as he stops for a moment to turn his head back to my direction as he says, "no problem Shal, just let me talk to Adam and I'll tell him the new plan."

"I really appreciate that Bren" I call out to him just as he makes his way to the lab doors he stops to holler back to me, "don't worry about Emma…she'll be safe with me" and then he walks through the now open lab doors as I watch for a moment longer as the doors close after him, as I stand on my own with a pain of doubt in the pit of my stomach.

Okie Shal, let's go I say to myself as I begin to take small unsure steps backwards before twirling myself around to be confronted by the angered eyes of a tall Psionic who looks to me with just pity and sadness as a tear falls down her angelic features.

"Emma?" I whisper softly as the figure before me moves back from it's position and slowly fades away as I'm lost in the moment with a million questions and a sharp pain of guilt in the pit of my stomach. "Emma" I call out to the fading image of the Psionic as I move my heavy feat to follow the dissipate image.

The figure moves to fast for me as it moves to hide behind one of the many wild growing bushes, which branches flung in many directions, which ends up hiding the depressing version of Emma. I walk towards the bushy plant, which the figure hid behind only to discover the last vision of the particular figure disappearing into thin air as I watch in both amazement and wonderment over the allusion that played out before me moments ago.

What was that? I think to myself as I keep my eyes fixed in the direct position that the allusion disappeared in not a moment before. I'm loosing it aren't I? Among other strange imaginings I'm now seeing allusions of my best friend, Emma! I say to myself as I bow my head and squeeze my yes shut just as I muttered the word, "best friend" out loud to myself to hear.

That word doesn't fit the purpose now does it? Emma's not my best friend anymore…but she still holds meaning to me, but I guess I'm to stupid to know what category she fits under now…or maybe I do know, I'm just to afraid to say it let alone think it in my confused mind.

I raise a still shaky hand to my forehead as the pain of the headache rolls through my mind like one of Brennan's electric coils. "Oh god this head of mine" I say out loud as I decide at that moment that a good couple hours of sleep would be the best remedy for that pain in my skull. So I swiftly move around the brilliant bush as I try to make my way to my room so I could sleep a better dream of a situation that I would rather be in then be in love with my best friend.

I make it to my room just as Emma, wearing her leather suit, walks causally down the hallway towards me. I sense her presence as I hastily open the door to my room and then close it securely behind me, I make sure that the lock on the door is on as I don't even bother to take off my clothes as I practically dive onto my great bed. I have my eyes closed as I try to ignore the fact that Emma is standing just outside my door. I try to ignore her when she asks, "Shal? What the hell has gotten into you? It's not like you to just walk away from a mission?" "Yeah I know Em, I'm sorry for that…but I'm not feeling so hot right now-" "you have a headache" Emma responded knowingly as Shalimar snapped her eyes open at the Psionic's abrupt answer.

"Yeah…how did you know?" I ask as I hear a soft chuckle from an obviously disappointed Psionic, "It's not as easy as you'd like to think to block out everyone's pain. I couldn't help but notice your pain, as well as something else…" Emma responded while leading off of the subject to move away from the door. "What do you mean?" I ask as I wait for Emma to reply back, but she doesn't and it's obvious that she's already left to go on the mission while I'm left here to discover my next course of action.

I lay on the bed silently as I wait for sleep to take over me, after about ten minutes of trying I finally feel myself slip away into the dream world.

The room is dark; the only light to be seen is the illuminating raise of fire light emanating from a single candle followed by many. I feel my subconscious eyes watch each flame with fear, which quickly dissolves into acceptance as my subconscious guides me to a new element of the dream.

I hear 'sounds', sounds of hitched sighs followed by moans and groans. My subconscious leads me to discover the sounds of pleasure as I hear more sounds that make my center heat and throb as I follow the trail of lit candles. The 'sounds' of pleasure grow louder as my subconscious reveals yet another element to the dream, I suddenly smell the distinct sent of arousal as I feel my eyes turn yellow in my own arousal.

My subconscious self, leads me down the trail as the ground beneath my bare feet reveal the soft fresh green grass and dirt instead of the original hard wood floor the dream started with. My eyes look to the ground in wonder as my attention slowly brings me back to a new sound; I hear the sounds of passionate lips tasting lips as soft giggles echo amusingly in my head.

The sounds grow even louder as I approach the two lovers that I still can't see yet. The sounds of pleasure seem so close that I can swear that the lovers are laying right in front of me, hiding there obvious passion for each other in the darkness where I can't see them yet. My subconscious walks further into the darkness as more candles reveal the new changes to the ground I walk on as I notice the earth around my feet has changed into a harsher feeling of what appears to be rock.

My eyes peer at the ground as I continue to walk, as I'm some how aware that I'm now inside a cave. The cave walls echo the sounds of pleasure even louder into my mind as I suddenly hear the splashing of water followed by giggles of happiness soon turned into loud moans of pleasure. I continue my walk with determination when all of a sudden I hear a whispered call of my name; "Shalimar" the familiar voice calls out to me.

I stop where I stand as I frantically search the darkened area around me for the speaker of the familiar voice as I hear it call out to me again, "Shalimar" it calls to me through a moan as I stand in puzzlement. I suddenly feel myself move faster towards the voice when I suddenly realize that the voice belongs to Emma. I don't say anything I just run as I try to find the voice of Emma.

I run, faster and faster until I see a large opening in the cave wall above me as I see the light of many candles brighten the entrance to the room as I hear Emma chant my name again, "Shalimar". My eyes go yellow as I feel the feral in me move by instinct as I run up the steep hill to get to the bright cave room. My panting is loud and heavy as I hear it loudly in my head as I finally reach the opening to the bright room.

I peer inside the room to see candles lighting the entire room as a large mass of blankets move in rhythm to regulated moans and gasps under the mass of blankets. After a moment of watching I watch as the blankets slowly reveal the two sweaty bodies of the passionate lovers. I watched as they tenderly kiss and caress each others fit and sweaty bodies as the masculine golden haired women let her hands roam down south of the gasping brunet's body.

I watch, almost hypnotized by the beauty of the moaning brunet who instantly began to buck in time with the blond women's pumping fingers as she kissed her breasts lovingly. As the blond woman kissed the brunets breasts she licked seductively around each aroused nipple before pressing her lips to one at a time as she sucks and kissed each nipple.

I bring my aroused gaze to the brunet who moans and groans in pleasure as her right hand grasps the golden hair of the women on top of her as she turns her attention back to me. I gasp in shock when I realize who the brunet was, it was Emma, and she was whispering my name as the blond women slowly kissed her way down Emma's body until she couldn't be seen at all.

Emma watched me as the golden haired women began to lick between her folds as I watched Emma's face in confusion and embarrassment as I tried to look away. But each time I tried to look away, her alluring whisper of my name brought me back to her aroused and sweaty face. So I watched as I felt the most peculiar feeling of betrayal and jealousy, as I finally was able to bring my eyes away from Emma's face to peer down at the sheets where the head of the golden haired women continued her exploration of Emma's cunt.

Jealousy, anger, and betrayal began to grow within me as I watched and listened as Emma began to grow closer and closer to orgasm. I let my eyes roam her pleasured features as my jealousy and anger overwhelmed my senses. Before I knew it I ran to the blankets that hid the golden haired women and I pulled it off of her to reveal the women still latched onto Emma. In my Jealous rage I grasped the women by her golden hair and pulled her to her feet as I quickly grasped her throat, not ready to let her go so easily.

But as I held the women in my tight grasps a hear Emma call out to me in a dreamy haze, "Shalimar, what are you doing?" "I'm doing what's best, Emma" I reply as I begin to tighten my grip on the golden haired women's throat. "Shalimar, what are you doing to yourself?" Emma asks in a dreamy haze as I feel the room around me twist in a dreamy haze as I reply, "What? What do you mean what am I doing to myself?"

I turn my yellow eyes to an out of breath Emma who flashes me a smile that confuses me indefinitely, "look" Emma commands as she licks her slightly swollen lips. I eye her curiously as I remember the woman that's still in my grasp, assuming that Emma meant the girl in my grip I turn my eyes to study the women.

It takes me a minute to understand who exactly I'm looking at but it doesn't take me much longer to realize that I have let the women fall to the floor as I gasp in surprise at the women's identity. The golden haired women lays still for a moment before taking her left hand to her face in an attempt to brush away the sweaty locks of hair from her face to reveal the same yellow cats eyes as well as the face of Shalimar Fox.

The golden haired women grinned teasingly as she asks, "Shalimar, what do you think your doing?" the question hangs thick in the warm air as the golden haired women quickly crawled her way back to the arms of a smiling Emma who held the naked feral in her arms as she tenderly caresses the women's naked chest. "Shalimar? What are you doing?" Emma asked again as she smiled at the confused feral while the other feral in her arms purred lovingly while burying her face in Emma's neck.

Shalimar looked away for a moment as she tried to make sense of this all-to-real dream. When Shalimar finally turned her attention back to the pair of lovers cuddling, she couldn't help but notice the scar like bite mark on Emma's lower neck, the same mark was visible on the same area of the neck on the golden haired women also. Just as Shalimar was about to say something about the mark, Emma brought her beautiful blue eyes to Shalimar's brown eyes as she replied in a dreamy haze, "you know what this means."

It was simple and obvious what the dream version of Emma was referring to, but it still puzzled Shalimar as to the meaning of the marks. She was about to ask Emma what the marks meant when realization struck her brutally, "Yes Shalimar…" Emma replied as she stopped to laugh at the look on Shalimar's face. "…You know what it means" Emma finished just as she pulled the feral in her arms up so she could plant a hot passionate kiss on the lips of the Shalimar look alike.

Awake now, Shalimar pushed the covers off of her sweaty body as she held her head in her hands while she struggled to control her rapidly beating heart.

Authors Note: I'd like to thank all of you for your reviews so far, thank you very much smiley face…I should be adding a new chapter soon, hopefully by the end of the week.