achanceto_dream prompt set 3.5 [quote prompt]
5. Quote: "When one of your dreams come true, you begin to look at the others more carefully." ~Anon~
It was one of her worst nightmares come true. As she stared at the tiny words on the screen of her phone, she wasn’t sure how to make them make sense to her even though she knew what the message said.
Galen was hurt and he was at the clinic.
Swallowing down the sudden bile that burned the back of her throat, she struggled to focus on breathing instead but it was hard. It felt like she had been punched in the stomach because the idea that he had been hurt scared her. It didn’t matter that she knew he was made to fight; he had been trained for it his entire life but that didn’t mean it had to sit well with her because even with all his training, he wasn’t indestructible. She could still lose him. He could still be stolen away from her before she could do anything about it and that frightened her more than anything; more than the idea of anything happening to her or anyone else that she knew.
As she ran to the clinic, she tried to imagine how bad the injuries were. Would he recover easily? Or would it be a long, hard road back? Would he allow her to heal him? He seemed so leery of it normally, like he couldn’t stand the idea of taking blood from her and using it to make himself better. She didn’t know if it was because it felt wrong to him somehow or if he worried it would somehow do harm to her.
She just wished she knew how to convince him that she couldn’t be hurt. As long as he was okay, then she would be okay but she needed him. She needed him to continue existing because now he was a part of her. He was the first thing, the first person, to make her feel whole in a very long time.
Entering the clinic, she watched the busy activity as it swirled around her. People were going this way and that but no one seemed to notice her. The noise was almost deafening as she hurried forward, looking for someone, anyone, who could help her but no one paid any attention.
“Please, can you tell me....you there...please.” She turned, reaching out to catch anyone’s attention but it was almost like she wasn’t there. They bustled by her, unseeing and unaware of her frantic actions.
Giving up finally, she turned slowly to look over the room that stretched out before her. So many white curtains, pulled around beds and hiding whatever was behind them. As she started forward, she decided there was something eerie about the place even with all the noise and activity. There was something wrong, something beneath the surface that felt still and empty. It was a bad feeling, one that gnawed at the pit of her stomach and told her that there was something that she was missing.
It was the last curtain on the left that pulled her in. None of the other curtains mattered because nothing was behind them, she knew that. There was something behind the last curtain though and she felt the sickness started to choke her again as she stopped to look down at the bright, scarlet red pool that was slowly spreading over the white tiled floor. She couldn’t hide the way her hand trembled as she lifted a hand to the curtain, brushing her fingers over the surprisingly cool material till she could grab a handful and pull it back to reveal the bed.
She couldn’t scream.
Lying there on the bed was the man who had stolen her heart but now he was empty. His eyes were flat and cool as they stared unseeingly at the ceiling above him. His fingers were locked forever around the edge of the bed, the thin mattress caught in a death grip as though he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto when the pain got to be too great.
“No....nooooo.” She was barely unaware of the low keening whine that came out of her as she moved forward, trembling. As she walked to his side, her eyes stayed fixated on the top of his head. Or at least where the top of his head should have been. Now there was only a great gaping hole where the jagged skull and congealed blood should have trapped his brain. A brain that was now gone somewhere and she could only imagine.
“Oh god.” She whipped around then, ready to flee but she didn’t make it far. As she crashed into the man behind her, she found she still couldn’t scream as her grabbed her with hard hands that were covered in her lover’s blood.
“Hello, Claire.”
“Sylar.” His name left her lips like a whispered curse. His smile was sick and cruel as she looked up at him, the blood draining from her face as she realized he was there. He was no longer just a nightmare. “What....what did you do?”
“I told you, we belong together. Now there’s no one to stop us.” He lifted one hand to touch her cheek and she pulled back in disgust at the feel of the warm blood staining her skin. He didn’t let her go far but this time she screamed when he pulled her in.
This time, as Galen’s body started to cool beside them, he kissed her to silence her and all she could do was scream but he swallowed all the noises she made.
When Claire came awake, it was with another strangled gasp as she sat up and her fingers flew to her mouth. She knew it wasn’t possible but her lips actually felt tender, almost like she had been kissed to the point of her lips bruising, and she shivered in reaction while dropping her hand back down. Letting out a slow breath, she looked over to the man sleeping beside her and she knew the top of his head would still be there but she couldn’t disguise the relief that came when she saw that it actually was.
Lying back against her pillows, she looked at the ceiling and frowned before rolling onto her side to face Galen as he continued to sleep beside her. She had no idea why her nightmares had changed but they left her with a sense of unease. The nightmares were getting worse and she didn’t know what that meant. She wasn’t the type to get prophetic dreams after all, that wasn’t her ability but she wasn’t sure she could ignore them. When Galen had felt the disturbance in the Force, they had written it off as soon as the attack had happened but now she wondered if it was really that simple.
Maybe the disturbance he had felt had meant to warn them about something else. That there was something more coming and that they were still in danger. If that was true, she wondered how much time they had left before the disturbance became reality and where everyone would be left standing afterwards. She knew only one thing though; she would die before she let anything else happen to the man she loved and she sure as hell wouldn’t let Sylar do to him what he had done to her.
[Galen is starkiller_sith, and is used with love and permission. Sylar is notacompanyman, I stole him but he's used with love. <3]
It was one of her worst nightmares come true. As she stared at the tiny words on the screen of her phone, she wasn’t sure how to make them make sense to her even though she knew what the message said.
Galen was hurt and he was at the clinic.
Swallowing down the sudden bile that burned the back of her throat, she struggled to focus on breathing instead but it was hard. It felt like she had been punched in the stomach because the idea that he had been hurt scared her. It didn’t matter that she knew he was made to fight; he had been trained for it his entire life but that didn’t mean it had to sit well with her because even with all his training, he wasn’t indestructible. She could still lose him. He could still be stolen away from her before she could do anything about it and that frightened her more than anything; more than the idea of anything happening to her or anyone else that she knew.
As she ran to the clinic, she tried to imagine how bad the injuries were. Would he recover easily? Or would it be a long, hard road back? Would he allow her to heal him? He seemed so leery of it normally, like he couldn’t stand the idea of taking blood from her and using it to make himself better. She didn’t know if it was because it felt wrong to him somehow or if he worried it would somehow do harm to her.
She just wished she knew how to convince him that she couldn’t be hurt. As long as he was okay, then she would be okay but she needed him. She needed him to continue existing because now he was a part of her. He was the first thing, the first person, to make her feel whole in a very long time.
Entering the clinic, she watched the busy activity as it swirled around her. People were going this way and that but no one seemed to notice her. The noise was almost deafening as she hurried forward, looking for someone, anyone, who could help her but no one paid any attention.
“Please, can you tell me....you there...please.” She turned, reaching out to catch anyone’s attention but it was almost like she wasn’t there. They bustled by her, unseeing and unaware of her frantic actions.
Giving up finally, she turned slowly to look over the room that stretched out before her. So many white curtains, pulled around beds and hiding whatever was behind them. As she started forward, she decided there was something eerie about the place even with all the noise and activity. There was something wrong, something beneath the surface that felt still and empty. It was a bad feeling, one that gnawed at the pit of her stomach and told her that there was something that she was missing.
It was the last curtain on the left that pulled her in. None of the other curtains mattered because nothing was behind them, she knew that. There was something behind the last curtain though and she felt the sickness started to choke her again as she stopped to look down at the bright, scarlet red pool that was slowly spreading over the white tiled floor. She couldn’t hide the way her hand trembled as she lifted a hand to the curtain, brushing her fingers over the surprisingly cool material till she could grab a handful and pull it back to reveal the bed.
She couldn’t scream.
Lying there on the bed was the man who had stolen her heart but now he was empty. His eyes were flat and cool as they stared unseeingly at the ceiling above him. His fingers were locked forever around the edge of the bed, the thin mattress caught in a death grip as though he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto when the pain got to be too great.
“No....nooooo.” She was barely unaware of the low keening whine that came out of her as she moved forward, trembling. As she walked to his side, her eyes stayed fixated on the top of his head. Or at least where the top of his head should have been. Now there was only a great gaping hole where the jagged skull and congealed blood should have trapped his brain. A brain that was now gone somewhere and she could only imagine.
“Oh god.” She whipped around then, ready to flee but she didn’t make it far. As she crashed into the man behind her, she found she still couldn’t scream as her grabbed her with hard hands that were covered in her lover’s blood.
“Hello, Claire.”
“Sylar.” His name left her lips like a whispered curse. His smile was sick and cruel as she looked up at him, the blood draining from her face as she realized he was there. He was no longer just a nightmare. “What....what did you do?”
“I told you, we belong together. Now there’s no one to stop us.” He lifted one hand to touch her cheek and she pulled back in disgust at the feel of the warm blood staining her skin. He didn’t let her go far but this time she screamed when he pulled her in.
This time, as Galen’s body started to cool beside them, he kissed her to silence her and all she could do was scream but he swallowed all the noises she made.
When Claire came awake, it was with another strangled gasp as she sat up and her fingers flew to her mouth. She knew it wasn’t possible but her lips actually felt tender, almost like she had been kissed to the point of her lips bruising, and she shivered in reaction while dropping her hand back down. Letting out a slow breath, she looked over to the man sleeping beside her and she knew the top of his head would still be there but she couldn’t disguise the relief that came when she saw that it actually was.
Lying back against her pillows, she looked at the ceiling and frowned before rolling onto her side to face Galen as he continued to sleep beside her. She had no idea why her nightmares had changed but they left her with a sense of unease. The nightmares were getting worse and she didn’t know what that meant. She wasn’t the type to get prophetic dreams after all, that wasn’t her ability but she wasn’t sure she could ignore them. When Galen had felt the disturbance in the Force, they had written it off as soon as the attack had happened but now she wondered if it was really that simple.
Maybe the disturbance he had felt had meant to warn them about something else. That there was something more coming and that they were still in danger. If that was true, she wondered how much time they had left before the disturbance became reality and where everyone would be left standing afterwards. She knew only one thing though; she would die before she let anything else happen to the man she loved and she sure as hell wouldn’t let Sylar do to him what he had done to her.
[Galen is starkiller_sith, and is used with love and permission. Sylar is notacompanyman, I stole him but he's used with love. <3]