for you_run_i_chase: Dream a Little Dream of Me

[i_run_you_chase]

Jarod's mind doesn't work like most people's. When he dreams, it is in sharp, reoccuring memories, occasionally spliced with other memories. He doesn't dream. He remembers, painfully. He is used to waking up with his head pounding and the memories coursing through him like a simulation gone wrong

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[you_run_i_chase]

Time passed weirdly on the barge. It moved in an awkward way that was half-faster and half-slower than the real world. After being in it so long, Parker adjusted. She adjusted and she dealt with it and hell, now she even took it in her stride. Time also acted weirdly when you figured in how many different times Parker had lived her years twice. Two times two equaled four and there were times when she wished that she could take it back.

But it led to weird dreams, and she found herself walking through the Barge, wanting something familiar, wanting a cigarette and a scotch and maybe just a sit on the deck.

Something familiar, she didn't expect, and something she hadn't expected, was to hear the voice that called out. "Oh you have got to be kidding me," she announced, keeping the smile out of her voice.

[i_run_you_chase]

Jarod spun around, a little startled by the voice. He had dream-memories of Miss Parker often, but never so...clearly. It was disorientating.

"Ah, the illustrious Miss Parker," he said, immediately calming his voice to remove the initial panic he had there moments ago. "I suppose that turns this into a nightmare for either you or me. Most likely you."

He grinned, then. A big, wide grin. One that was probably going to be interpreted as smug and self-satisfied, but had a whole lot more joy in it than he'd ever admit.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker clicked her tongue at him, and her fingers itched to move to the back of her suit jacket. She didn't want to count how many times she'd dreamed about him in the last couple of months. "I don't know, Jarod. You this close to me, I'm thinking that the nightmare has to belong to you. Dream come true for me."

With that, Parker took a step closer to him, her eyes moving over him. He seemed a hell of a lot more real than she wanted to admit, and a part of her was almost demanding that she reach out and touch him to see if he was real.

Then he grinned and she smirked in response, because that was the way the game was played when the two of them were in this close quarters. Old instincts melded with new ones, and her feet flexed in her heels for a moment. "I'm a little disappointed. Not even the deepest part of my sleep-cycle. You're slipping wonder-boy."

[i_run_you_chase]

She looked different. More tired than he remembered. It wasn't a memory, then. A real dream. Interesting. He'd have to remember to call Sydney in the morning and ask him about real dreams. Did they feel like this? Could he actually feel the warmth of her body close to him? What if he touched her?

He reached out a hand and stopped it just inches before he touched her shoulder. While he'd been out in the real world, he could remember the Barge. He could remember Miss Parker and everything here. He remembered, but he could never get Miss Parker to remember, not in any of their phone calls. Hints about traveling, hints about them. She never quite got it.

"Can't always catch you during the deepest part of your sleep cycle, Miss Parker," he said. "Your body's chemistry will begin to switch the sleep cycle to later or earlier in order to keep my calls in check. I have to make sure I mix it up."

[collarofan]

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