Alchemy of Dreams
Author's Note: We all love to interpret dreams, right? I don't think it's a stretch that if they were to remember their dreams, Elizabeth and Nathan would ponder their meaning. Taking that as a starting point, here's a minifanfic on the first fever dream of s12e6.
Dreams can be transformative, when people admit their subconscious is authentic and true. Could these dreams shape future desires and maybe bring them to fruition sooner rather than later? I sure hope so! But in the meantime, at least we have fanfic. Happy reading!
Elizabeth never dreamed. Or if she did, she never remembered anything. She was always exhausted by day's end. Her busy life in Hope Valley and chasing her rambunctious son ensured that she slept deeply as soon as she put her head on the pillow.
But this cold had wreaked havoc with her unconscious and toppled her over with very vivid dreams. Despite the medication making her feel loopy, she remembered everything—colors, textures, details, aromas, and the stunning vision that was one Constable Nathan Grant.
She was no expert in deciphering dreams. But how could she talk to anyone about this? No, this was something she had to keep close to her chest.
But goodness gracious. Her entire house had been filled with floral arrangements in an oddly familiar color scheme. She knew she'd seen bouquets with deep rose, creamy white, and brilliant lilac flowers somewhere before. The hanging blooms by her doorway too...
Jesse and Clara's wedding.
Elizabeth's eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets as she processed this bit of information.
She was ready to receive Nathan in her dream. Why else would she have set out a pitcher of apple juice and banana bread? She'd been placing one last bloom in a crystal vase when a knock on her door signaled Nathan's arrival.
He wore his red serge and looked stunning, even more so surrounded by the vibrant flowers. She'd always liked him in serge. There was no denying it. It just took her a long time to admit it.
He said she was burning up. Oh yes, she was burning up alright. But it had nothing to do with a cold and everything with the man in the serge. Like a hero straight out of a romance novel, he'd picked her up and gently laid her back on the sofa.
"I'll always be here to catch you," Nathan said in her dream. She could feel the kiss of a lifetime steaming its way from his lips to hers when a sudden jolt woke her. The tiny moan that escaped her was inevitable. That's how lifelike that dream had been!
To see him at her door right after waking up had been another crazy jolt. The way he was concerned over her left no doubt of the kind of man he was. Elizabeth was one blessed woman. His always had felt like a sacrosanct vow.
She swallowed hard, the sensation lingering as if it had lodged itself at the back of her throat. This dream vividly revealed the true desires of her heart. She might be ready for marriage... but was Nathan?