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Dream a Little Dream of Me...

She was trying to walk faster but the crushing weight of gravity bore down on her. Her eyes swept the darkened room, the blackness coiled around her, enveloping her. Gillian winced as she heard the frantic screams that were hidden by the sinister blackness. She jerked her head in the direction they emanated from, she opened her mouth to call out, but that dammed gravity, it crushed her lungs, it clamped around her throat strangling the words before she could utter them. Then the Red came, at first it was a delicate mist that hung in the air, bright and startling compared to the blackness before it. Then it rained down on her, a shower of rose tinted drops that plopped lightly onto her face. The gravity bore down, forcing her too her knees, then the full horror burst forth. Claire's pale face, frozen in horror stared blankly at her, a deep, crimson stain exploding across her abdomen. Gillian lunged forwards, her hands groping at the wound, franticly trying to stem the flow of vital life force that poured from her friend. She couldn't speak. She wanted to tell her it would be Ok, to hold on, but the words would not come. Then she was gone. In a puff of smoke Claire vanished, Gillian was alone and afraid, in the darkness. She could feel, the thick, hot, sticky blood, Claire's blood, all over her. Her heart was harming in her chest, tears stung her eyes and unsaid words and screams burnt her throat. She could hear them in the distance, lone hollow footsteps, and then, there he was. He stood in a brilliant spot light, his familiar crooked smile lighting his face and suddenly she felt lighter.

"Cal!" She breathed, staggering to her feet.

"Yes luv" he cooed.

"Some…someone killed Claire…her blood….look her blood" she sobbed, lifting her bloody hands.

"I know luv" He replied.

"Cal, help me, please help me" she moved towards him.

"Oh I will darling, Im going to make everything alright, it will all be alright" Gillian's eyes widened in terror as the pain ricochet through her body. Her hands flew to her stomach, where a familiar red stain blossomed across it.

"Cal!" She croaked. "Why? Why did you shoot me"

"Because darlin' that's the way it is with me, I always ruin the things I love".

Gillian gasped for breath as her hands flew to her stomach, she exhaled heavily and a small, strangled cry slipped from her lips.

"Hey, hey luv it's all right" Cal's gruff voice rumbled in her ear. " It was just a bad dream". Gillian twisted her head to look at him and she became conscious of her surroundings. They had never made it to bed, instead they were stretched across her three setter sofa, and she was tightly entwined in his arms.

"w..what time is it? How long have I been asleep?" She asked groggily.

"It's three in the morning, you've been asleep for a while"

"Oh. Did, I wake you?"

"No"

"So you've been awake all this while?" doing what? The slight flush that tinted Cal's cheeks answered the unspoken question, he had been watching her sleep. Gillian released herself from his embrace and padded into the Kitchen for some water. She let the tap run a while, running her fingers through the cooling water. Her heart was still hammering from the vivid dream and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"You want to tell me what the dream was about?" Gillian started slightly as Cal slipped in behind her.

"Just about…what happened….about….." She bit her lip as the hurt began to rise in her. She filled her glass and took a large gulp of water. "About Claire" she said finally, turning to face him. Cal noted the rapid flutter of her eyelashes.

"That it darlin'?" he asked, moving closer.

"Yes!" she lied. He knew not to press her, she would tell him when she was ready, but he knew there was more to that dream than Gillian Foster was divulging.

"It's to be expected though, with what you've been through" his fingers tenderly stroked her arm, her only response as a slow, sad smile. H pulled her into his arms and planted a loving kiss on her forehead.

"It will all be alright" he mumbled into her hair. Gillian's body stiffened at those words. She knew it was ridiculous, it was just a dream, this was the real, flesh and blood Cal Lightman, he friend, the man she trusted with her life, the man she lov…..But she also knew that dreams were the subconscious minds way of processing things the conscious mind could not or would not deal with.

"You ok?" Cal queried sensing the tension in her body.

"Fine" she smiled softly. "It's late and we really should get some sleep. Night Cal" She planted a light kiss on his cheek and he watched her slip form the room.

"Night luv" His voice a hollow echo. Her departure left Cal uneasy as the bitter taste of foreboding hung in the air.