Perfect Synergy

"Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them." - Jean Paul

That night I had a dream. It was a really- real dream. I dreamed that I was in Cuba, Shaw was in custody, Angel came back to our side, Azazel and the purple suit guy were both unconscious, the day was saved and everyone was happy. Great, beautiful, I loved it. I turned to my left to see a red haired, blue skinned, yellow eyed, feisty femme fatale that I loved with all my heart, and to my right was a mousy boy with chestnut brown hair, and caring blue eyes. All around us was our friends, our teammates, and both Russians and Americans rushed to thank us. If it had ended there, I would've loved it.

But that's when it got weird.

I saw my family, of course, this being a dream, I didn't find it weird at the time. Mom, dad, and all six of my brothers. Including Gabe, little Gabe. He waved a smokey black hand at me, and that was literal, his entire body was surrounded by a black aura, I waved back. I looked to my other brothers, they all waved with their freckled, blue eyed, faces smiling proudly. Then I turned to Scott, brown eyes, always kind and always adorable. He looked in pain. I moved to help him but Hank held me back. Why wouldn't he let me go to my brother? I looked back at Scott, his eyes started to glow red, and the look on his face got all the more painful. He was screaming. All of a sudden we were surrounded by a raging fire. I could basically feel my skin sweltering under the heat. I looked up again and Scott was running, running as fast as he could away from us. I broke free of Hank and started to run after him but he was too fast for me. I ran for a long time before I looked behind me to see that I was completely alone and in the middle of nowhere. That's when that all too familiar feeling of my body going into electric shock resonated through my body. My skin began to tingle, my eyes began to water, it was getting hard to breathe, my chest started to tighten. I looked at my hands, they were transparent and I could see the current running through them. It was happening. I was finished. My entire body tensed and then I woke up.

I shot up in my bed covered in a cold sweat. I immediately looked at my hands to see that they were still there. They were. Thank God. I exhaled a held breath rather loudly, apparently waking up the person next to me. To say that I was surprised was an understatement. I yelped, flailed a bit, and fell off the bed. I rubbed the spot on my head that connected with the wall. Wait... wall? My bed was nowhere close to a wall. I looked around, apparently I was sleeping on the left side of the bed. I never slept there. Okay, where the hell am I?

"You okay?"

I looked up to see a pair of glasses looking at me. Hank? I looked down, I was wearing all of my clothes. I looked up, and so was he. So we probably didn't do anything explicit. Thank God, I can't handle deflowering Hank right now.

My throbbing head brought me back to the task at hand. "What happened last night?"

"Nothing, you fell on my bed and fell asleep." He adjusted his glasses and offered me a hand. I gratefully accepted the offer. He gently pulled me up and onto the bed with a sweet smile on his face. Wow, if I was on any other guys bed they would've been giving me the 'look' while trying to strip me. That's why I will always love Hank. Well, love? I guess... I guess we were getting there, maybe someday... wait- stop it! Stop it you dumb ass! Your ass is fried in little over or week, or a little under! Stap! Inhale, exhale. Okay. Inner pep talk, success.

I looked up to see Hank giving me a very confused look. Must've asked me something, or something. I cleaned some of the wax out of my ears with my pinky. "You say somethin'?" I asked with a yawn.

He shook his head. "No. It just looks like you were having a nightmare."

What a good observer. I thought sarcastically. "Yeah, guess I did." The dream reminded me, I needed to call home again. "You have a phone in here?"

Hank nodded. "Just over there." He pointed to a black phone on one of his many tables.

"You cool if I use it?" I asked, he nodded. "Sweet. I gotta call the parentals back home so I'll be on the phone for awhile." I said, only slightly hinting that he should get out. I think he got it, actually. Good. I wouldn't be able to talk freely with him there.

He nodded again. "I've got something I need to attend to in the other room. You take all the time you need." He straightened his shirt and swung his long legs over the bed. I noticed that he was wearing socks. He even wears socks to bed? Oh my lord, that boy has awesome feet! What is he hiding them for? When he stood, I couldn't help it. I smacked his ass. He turned and gave me the most surprised look I had ever seen. His face nearly turned purple. I let out a laugh, got as close to him as I could without falling off the bed, got up on my knees, placed both of my hands on either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss. I could practically feel his skin squirming. It made me chuckle.

Just as I was starting to enjoy the kiss I remembered what I had to do. I broke away and twirled him around. "Now, momma's got to make a call." I gave him a gentle push and watched him leave. As soon as I heard the click of the door behind him I ran as fast as I could towards the phone. I dialed my house number wrong several times before I finally got it right. After several rings and a few swears from me someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Uhh- is umm... is Scott there?" I asked tentatively, not sure who I was speaking to. The sudden burst of tears surprised me. No. "Hold on, mom? I'm guessing it's mom, what happened to Scottie?"

A sniff. "Maxie? Maxie oh thank god... a-are you still at that mansion you gave Scottie the address to?"

Weird question. But don't you start crying too. "Yeah. Russia hasn't touched ground in Cuba yet."

"Scott said that he was going there, to where you are. He- ran away... We assumed it was because he wanted to see you, but he's been acting weird... We don't know why he's going there." She continued to sniff, but sounding a bit better. That's good. I hated it when my mom cried.

"I'm sorry, Ma. So, want to talk? I've got all the time in the world." I offered. Of course I had no idea that mom would talk my ear off well into the morning. Several times I had to admire her energy since it was about three hours earlier for her than it was for me. Go New Mexico and time zones! Had to be about five in the morning for her. Had she always been awake that early? Oh well. It was great talking to her again, even if she was my blubbery mess of a mother. I loved her... Wait, I love her. Not the same thing.

Author's Note: No, you won't officially meet Scott in this story. Wait for the sequel! xoxo - LoveInChains