Dreams
If anyone had ever had a dream where they knew they were dreaming, they would understand La'Gaan. He hated those dreams. It ruined the fun of dreaming. Plus, he heard some people could control it if they worked hard enough. Yeah, he couldn't do that. It was very unfortunate because, as he realized, this is one dream that he would have changed entirely.
He was overlooking Poseidonis. He felt like he should be looking for something, but he didn't know what. What was he supposed to look for in dream? He did decided however to take in his subconscious' perfect remembrance of the underwater city. Smiling, he swam towards it, going to see if dream world could give him a nice visit there.
"'Gaan!" Someone was calling him. The Atlantean turned around to see none other than Conner swimming towards him. Why did he have to be in this dream? It was going so nice! La'Gaan stared at Conner as the half-Kryptonian boy swam up. How was he underwater with no helmet? How was he talking? Stupid dream world logic.
"Conner, what are you do-mmf!" La'Gaan had begun to ask angrily until Conner had cut him off with a kiss. Furious and shocked, La'Gaan pushed Conner away, "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you?" replied Conner who then huffed, crossing his arms. "You know I hate when people play dumb." La'Gaan stared at Conner for a few seconds. Was he kidding?
"Play dumb? Play dumb! You're nuts," La'Gaan huffed angrily and began to swim off until Conner grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"What's wrong with you today?" asked Conner, eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong with me? Neptune's beard!" La'Gaan exclaimed. "You slam me against a wall earlier, fist ready to kill me and now you're kissing me!" Conner grunted.
"'Gaan, the last time I slammed you against the wall with the intent to hurt you was last year," Conner said. "What's wrong with you? Quit acting dumb."
"I am not!" La'Gaan huffed. Conner pulled him close. 'Great,' La'Gaan thought. 'I can feel the heat in my dreams now too; I've gotten so used to it.' It was then that La'Gaan remember that this was all a dream. Just some weird fantasy that his mind cooked up because of recent events. The kissing had to be from his heartbreak with M'Gaan, the heat was because Conner had been getting so close recently when they fought, and Conner was the person in the dream because the clone was the only one who he had really shared a conversation with (if you could call their fights that) in a few days. That was all.
Suddenly, Conner shook La'Gaan's shoulders, "I don't understand what's wrong! It's pissing me off!" And when La'Gaan looked in Conner's eyes he could immediately understand what was lying underneath those words. A worry filled sentence: Why won't you tell me what's wrong? La'Gaan tilted his head slightly. Why did he know that? Why was his dream heart pounding with regret?
"Look, it's nothing," said La'Gaan, curtly. He wanted to push away and try to force himself awake from this dream. Instead he looked in Conner's eyes. He had only known them as hurricanes, but right now they looked like little oceans, their depths a mystery that he had just started exploring. La'Gaan floated up and close the gap between them. His lips melted into Conner's as the clone's arms wrapped around him, strong, protective and warm. Conner nibbled a little on La'Gaan's lip upon which La'Gaan parted his lips slightly, allowing Conner a bit of access.
But that was when he woke up. He jolted up out of his bed. The digital clock that was in front of the beds used by the guys, his farthest to the left, was clear as day: 2:45 am. La'Gaan laid down almost as soon as he woke up. He rolled over into his side, looking at the bare wall where there were no others between him. He touched his lips gently. What had he been doing in that dream?
Conner hated dreams where you could tell that you were dreaming. He especially hated them because he couldn't control them. Nightwing once told him it was because he was too angry to do so. The original Boy Wonder had laughed and shot away before Conner had enough time to wring his neck. However, Conner realized, he was stuck in this dream so he might as well let it run it's course.
First off, he was underwater and breathing somehow. Did Conner ever mention that he thought dreams sometimes needed more realistic? No? Well, he did now. He also had the urge to go looking for something. Almost like he had lost someone in a crowd. Conner, due to the urge, started swimming forward and it didn't take very long to see La'Gaan floating, looking out at Poseidonis.
"La'Gaan?" he called out questioningly. The fish boy turned around and, to Conner surprised, smile broadly at him and began to laugh.
"There you are, slow fins!" La'Gaan laughed cheekily as he swam over to Conner.
"What are we doin- mmmmfg," Conner had begun to ask the oddly happy Atlantean until his sentence was cut off by a kiss. Alarmed by the sudden lip attack, Conner pushed La'Gaan away. "What is your problem?"
"Come on, Kon, today is not the day to play hard to get," La'Gaan said, huffing. "Honestly, slow fins." La'Gaan began to swim away again, but Conner violently grabbed the other male's wrist and dragged him back to look at him confused. There was practically a knife in his heart when La'Gaan gave him the saddest eyes as he looked at his wrist.
"Ow...what did you do that for?" La'Gaan suddenly turned angry and pulled away from Conner, glaring at him.
"I...I'm sorry," said Conner. He grabbed Conner's wrist, more gently this time. He didn't like that he had hurt him. Well, dream him didn't. La'Gaan looked upset and dejected as Conner felt the need to pull him into a hug.
"What's wrong?" asked Conner.
"Look, it's nothing," La'Gaan answered, looking up at Conner. The Boy of Steel looked down at La'Gaan and placed a hand on his face. Then Conner leaned down and kissed the fish as gently as he could. La'Gaan wrapped his arms around Conner's neck. In reply, the half-Kryptonian nibbled on the scaled boy's lip. La'Gaan parted his lips slightly in compliance and Conner was about to dart his tongue in when he woke up.
Looking at the clock in front of the beds the boys used, his farthest to the right, he saw that it read 2:46 am. He looked over Gar to see La'Gaan, fast asleep it seemed and turned towards the wall. He laid back down and turned towards the opposite wall. What in the world was going on?
