[fandomhigh] Night (NFB)
Glass cuts is face and the blood is warm as it seeps down his nose but then instantly freezes. Banks is dead, it's a cold realisation and it still won't convince his body to move. He can barely feel his legs, only the cold biting at his skin and the voices on the radio no longer make sense. Banks is dead.
He jerks up in the bad and feels his face with trembling hands as Vala's arm falls away from him. His head is pounding, but that might just be the hangover which would explain the bad taste at the back of his throat. The memories are there now, so clear that he wonders how he could have ever forgotten them.
"YoYo?" Vala's voice sounds groggy with sleep as she strokes a hand down his back. "What's wrong?"
Before he can manage a reply, his stomach lurches and he jumps up from the bed. Racing to the bathroom, he slams the door closed behind him and just makes it in time to lose the contents of his stomach. He can hear Vala hovering at the other side of the door, asking him if he's alright. He manages a fine as he gets up and moves to the sink. She pokes her head into the bathroom as he's brushing his teeth, the concern written on her face.
"YoYo? What's going on?" She asks softly as she moves up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his shoulder.
He finishes rinsing his mouth and stares in the mirror before opening the cabinet and fishing out some advil. "It feels so real."
"It was a dream," Vala reassures him.
"No, it was more than that. I can't explain it." He turns around and wraps his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. The feel of her skin against his is solid and grounding, and he wishes he had the right words to tell her that.
"Try," she whispers as her fingers slide through his hair.
"It's like I'm there, but I know I can't be. I'm in some sort of plane and Banks is my co-pilot. Anubis is trying to attack Earth and we need to keep SG-1 safe so they can defeat him. We get hit and the plane goes down and... I think we're on Antartica, but Banks is dead." He shakes his head and tries to understand why he's feeling the loss of a friend he doesn't have.
Vala's gone quiet, her fingers have stilled in his hair and he wonders what's going on. Pulling away just a bit, he looks down at her and touches her cheek. "Vala?"
"You need to talk to Janet about this," she says firmly as she catches his hands and tugs him back into the bedroom.
"Why? It's just a dream." He tries to convince himself.
"You just said it wasn't," Vala raises an eyebrow pointedly as she pushes him down on the bed. He lets her, grateful as she crawls back beside him, pulling the blankets over them before wrapping herself around him once more. "Now, you're going to sleep this hangover off and no morning runs. Then you're going to go talk to Janet about this. Alright?"
He grins slightly, knowing she so owns his ass. "Fine."
"Good boy," her hand is warm as she strokes it over his chest and it doesn't take him much to concentrate on her instead of the pain inside his head.
He jerks up in the bad and feels his face with trembling hands as Vala's arm falls away from him. His head is pounding, but that might just be the hangover which would explain the bad taste at the back of his throat. The memories are there now, so clear that he wonders how he could have ever forgotten them.
"YoYo?" Vala's voice sounds groggy with sleep as she strokes a hand down his back. "What's wrong?"
Before he can manage a reply, his stomach lurches and he jumps up from the bed. Racing to the bathroom, he slams the door closed behind him and just makes it in time to lose the contents of his stomach. He can hear Vala hovering at the other side of the door, asking him if he's alright. He manages a fine as he gets up and moves to the sink. She pokes her head into the bathroom as he's brushing his teeth, the concern written on her face.
"YoYo? What's going on?" She asks softly as she moves up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his shoulder.
He finishes rinsing his mouth and stares in the mirror before opening the cabinet and fishing out some advil. "It feels so real."
"It was a dream," Vala reassures him.
"No, it was more than that. I can't explain it." He turns around and wraps his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. The feel of her skin against his is solid and grounding, and he wishes he had the right words to tell her that.
"Try," she whispers as her fingers slide through his hair.
"It's like I'm there, but I know I can't be. I'm in some sort of plane and Banks is my co-pilot. Anubis is trying to attack Earth and we need to keep SG-1 safe so they can defeat him. We get hit and the plane goes down and... I think we're on Antartica, but Banks is dead." He shakes his head and tries to understand why he's feeling the loss of a friend he doesn't have.
Vala's gone quiet, her fingers have stilled in his hair and he wonders what's going on. Pulling away just a bit, he looks down at her and touches her cheek. "Vala?"
"You need to talk to Janet about this," she says firmly as she catches his hands and tugs him back into the bedroom.
"Why? It's just a dream." He tries to convince himself.
"You just said it wasn't," Vala raises an eyebrow pointedly as she pushes him down on the bed. He lets her, grateful as she crawls back beside him, pulling the blankets over them before wrapping herself around him once more. "Now, you're going to sleep this hangover off and no morning runs. Then you're going to go talk to Janet about this. Alright?"
He grins slightly, knowing she so owns his ass. "Fine."
"Good boy," her hand is warm as she strokes it over his chest and it doesn't take him much to concentrate on her instead of the pain inside his head.