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Title: In the Dreaming
Fandom: Firefly/Merlin
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes River dreams of a past life.
Sometimes, when River sleeps, she dreams.
She dreams about the Academy. She dreams about the past. She dreams about things she couldn’t possibly know in the present. And she dreams about the long distant past. Far beyond the times that anyone alive could ever remember. She supposes this is part of being crazy but she can’t help feel it’s more than that, sometimes.
In the dreams, she is a man. She doesn’t find it that disturbing really. She’s tall and muscular and her hair is blond and she feels comfortable with a sword in her hand. There are lots of people around her, people who admire her and think she is wonderful but mostly, they aren’t very important except that she has to protect them. Simon is there too. He has big ears and big eyes and a big smile and follows her everywhere, always seeming to get everything terribly wrong. She loves him very much. He loves her. It’s all like it should be.
Arthur Simon calls her and she says Merlin. She is older than him and sometimes stronger but then the dreams move onwards and MerlinSimon is the strong one, all glittering with golden fire and promising to protect her forever. ArthurRiver believes him and trusts him absolutely. They’re happy and together and everything is perfect.
But sometimes in the dreams, something goes wrong. Something horrible. And ArthurRiver is dying and MerlinSimon sobs and begs her not to leave him but she can’t do anything and she’s fading away. She doesn’t want to leave MerlinSimon. She loves him. Her loves her. But there's nothing she can do because she's fading away into the dark no matter how hard she fights it ...
She wakes screaming from those dreams, screaming and struggling. Simon rushes to her, wraps his arms around her shoulders.
“River, River, it’s all right. It’s fine! We’re safe and we’re fine, see? See?”
He strokes her hair and she burrows into him, trying to breathe.
“Merlin?” she whimpers, still half in the old life. “Merlin, I’m frightened.”
“You don’t need to be,” he whispers back, warm and comforting. “I’m right here, I promise and I’m never going to leave you.”
He never seems to notice that she has called him by the wrong name.
Fandom: Firefly/Merlin
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes River dreams of a past life.
Sometimes, when River sleeps, she dreams.
She dreams about the Academy. She dreams about the past. She dreams about things she couldn’t possibly know in the present. And she dreams about the long distant past. Far beyond the times that anyone alive could ever remember. She supposes this is part of being crazy but she can’t help feel it’s more than that, sometimes.
In the dreams, she is a man. She doesn’t find it that disturbing really. She’s tall and muscular and her hair is blond and she feels comfortable with a sword in her hand. There are lots of people around her, people who admire her and think she is wonderful but mostly, they aren’t very important except that she has to protect them. Simon is there too. He has big ears and big eyes and a big smile and follows her everywhere, always seeming to get everything terribly wrong. She loves him very much. He loves her. It’s all like it should be.
Arthur Simon calls her and she says Merlin. She is older than him and sometimes stronger but then the dreams move onwards and MerlinSimon is the strong one, all glittering with golden fire and promising to protect her forever. ArthurRiver believes him and trusts him absolutely. They’re happy and together and everything is perfect.
But sometimes in the dreams, something goes wrong. Something horrible. And ArthurRiver is dying and MerlinSimon sobs and begs her not to leave him but she can’t do anything and she’s fading away. She doesn’t want to leave MerlinSimon. She loves him. Her loves her. But there's nothing she can do because she's fading away into the dark no matter how hard she fights it ...
She wakes screaming from those dreams, screaming and struggling. Simon rushes to her, wraps his arms around her shoulders.
“River, River, it’s all right. It’s fine! We’re safe and we’re fine, see? See?”
He strokes her hair and she burrows into him, trying to breathe.
“Merlin?” she whimpers, still half in the old life. “Merlin, I’m frightened.”
“You don’t need to be,” he whispers back, warm and comforting. “I’m right here, I promise and I’m never going to leave you.”
He never seems to notice that she has called him by the wrong name.