[fanfic] NIGHTMARE/噩梦
Title: NIGHTMARE/噩梦
Fandom: I am Number Four
Characters: Henri and Number Four
Warnings: None needed.
Summary: Maybe it's just a bad dream
Notes: I own none of these characters. Don't own the movie either.
Number Four is in nightmare. The kid is tossing and turning in bed, whimpering, panting, all of a muck of sweat.
If he was Four's father, if Four was his son, he would hold the kid and comfort him. But he is not. He's just the gritty, edgy, paranoid protector who scolds Four every time the kid wants to live a real life. So he declines from any kind of touch, afraid of the sweat could burn his hand like lava.
There is always distraction. Computer, Internet, there are always photo and video traces for him to fuss over. The kid was born to be noticed, born to shine, born to be the guardian and so. Like what the Terran says, some birds aren't meant to be caged. He hears Four turn over and groan, finally waking up. Without looking back, he stretches out his hand. A sweaty hand claps his, and he drags the kid out of bed.
The dream is obviously worse than normal. It takes more than fifteen minute for Four to chill and change into clean pajama. After stumbling out of bathroom, the kid sits beside him and starts babbling about Mogadorians and monsters, about some nerd kid's father found a way to track them, about some town in Ohio. He is still focusing on the computer screen, but Four babbles on and doesn't really care whether he is listening or not. Or who else the kid can talk to?
"You died in front of me, Henri." said Four hoarsely.
He pauses, then ruffles the kid's hair, letting him mumbles on about going to school, meeting a girl in dream and forever love until falls asleep again.
Dreams are useful. For a gifted kid like Four there will be valuable information in dreams. But dream is not real. Like Henri is not his name, like Daniel or John or even Four is not the kid's name. It's just something convenient.
But forever love is real, for their kind.
四号在做噩梦。那孩子在辗转反侧，呜咽着，喘着气，浑身上下都是冷汗。
如果他是四号的父亲，或者四号是他的孩子，他会把那孩子抱在怀里好好安抚。可他不是。他只是个严酷、暴躁又偏执的指导者。每次那孩子想过得有点生气，都会被他狠狠地痛斥一顿。
他连碰都不碰被噩梦煎熬这的四号，仿佛他将触到的不是汗，而是会烫伤手的熔岩。反正他总能用电脑来转移视线。互联网上总有照片啊视频什么让他忙着去删除。
那孩子是注定要闪光的，注定要成为守护者，成为英雄。就好像地球人所说，有些鸟儿天生就关不住。
背后的四号翻了个身，终于呻吟着醒来。他没有回头，只是伸出手。另一只汗津津的手握住他的。他把那孩子从床上拉了起来。
今天的噩梦显然比往日的更糟。四号磨蹭了超过十五分钟才平静一些，换过干净的睡衣，再跌跌撞撞地从浴室里出来，坐到他身边，开始絮絮叨叨地述说自己的梦，说茅迦人和怪兽，说有个小书呆的爸找到了追踪他们的方法，说俄亥俄州的一个小镇。
他的注意力还是集中在电脑屏幕上，但四号还在念叨着，一点都不在乎他有没有听。在乎又如何？他们都只有对方可供倾诉。
“你死在我面前，亨利。”四号用嘶哑的声音说道。
他顿了顿，胡噜了下那孩子的头发。四号继续嘀咕着梦的内容，说到上学，说梦里遇见一个女孩子，说永恒的爱，一直一直说着，直到再次投入睡神的怀抱。
他知道梦的用处有多大。尤其是四号这样有着天赋能力的孩子，他们的梦里会有各种各样有价值的信息。但梦不是真的，就像亨利不是他的名字，就像丹尼尔、约翰甚至四号都不是那孩子的名字。名字与梦都不过是为了提供便利而存在。
但永恒的爱是真的。他们都知道，对他们一族，永恒的爱总是真的。
Fandom: I am Number Four
Characters: Henri and Number Four
Warnings: None needed.
Summary: Maybe it's just a bad dream
Notes: I own none of these characters. Don't own the movie either.
Number Four is in nightmare. The kid is tossing and turning in bed, whimpering, panting, all of a muck of sweat.
If he was Four's father, if Four was his son, he would hold the kid and comfort him. But he is not. He's just the gritty, edgy, paranoid protector who scolds Four every time the kid wants to live a real life. So he declines from any kind of touch, afraid of the sweat could burn his hand like lava.
There is always distraction. Computer, Internet, there are always photo and video traces for him to fuss over. The kid was born to be noticed, born to shine, born to be the guardian and so. Like what the Terran says, some birds aren't meant to be caged. He hears Four turn over and groan, finally waking up. Without looking back, he stretches out his hand. A sweaty hand claps his, and he drags the kid out of bed.
The dream is obviously worse than normal. It takes more than fifteen minute for Four to chill and change into clean pajama. After stumbling out of bathroom, the kid sits beside him and starts babbling about Mogadorians and monsters, about some nerd kid's father found a way to track them, about some town in Ohio. He is still focusing on the computer screen, but Four babbles on and doesn't really care whether he is listening or not. Or who else the kid can talk to?
"You died in front of me, Henri." said Four hoarsely.
He pauses, then ruffles the kid's hair, letting him mumbles on about going to school, meeting a girl in dream and forever love until falls asleep again.
Dreams are useful. For a gifted kid like Four there will be valuable information in dreams. But dream is not real. Like Henri is not his name, like Daniel or John or even Four is not the kid's name. It's just something convenient.
But forever love is real, for their kind.
四号在做噩梦。那孩子在辗转反侧，呜咽着，喘着气，浑身上下都是冷汗。
如果他是四号的父亲，或者四号是他的孩子，他会把那孩子抱在怀里好好安抚。可他不是。他只是个严酷、暴躁又偏执的指导者。每次那孩子想过得有点生气，都会被他狠狠地痛斥一顿。
他连碰都不碰被噩梦煎熬这的四号，仿佛他将触到的不是汗，而是会烫伤手的熔岩。反正他总能用电脑来转移视线。互联网上总有照片啊视频什么让他忙着去删除。
那孩子是注定要闪光的，注定要成为守护者，成为英雄。就好像地球人所说，有些鸟儿天生就关不住。
背后的四号翻了个身，终于呻吟着醒来。他没有回头，只是伸出手。另一只汗津津的手握住他的。他把那孩子从床上拉了起来。
今天的噩梦显然比往日的更糟。四号磨蹭了超过十五分钟才平静一些，换过干净的睡衣，再跌跌撞撞地从浴室里出来，坐到他身边，开始絮絮叨叨地述说自己的梦，说茅迦人和怪兽，说有个小书呆的爸找到了追踪他们的方法，说俄亥俄州的一个小镇。
他的注意力还是集中在电脑屏幕上，但四号还在念叨着，一点都不在乎他有没有听。在乎又如何？他们都只有对方可供倾诉。
“你死在我面前，亨利。”四号用嘶哑的声音说道。
他顿了顿，胡噜了下那孩子的头发。四号继续嘀咕着梦的内容，说到上学，说梦里遇见一个女孩子，说永恒的爱，一直一直说着，直到再次投入睡神的怀抱。
他知道梦的用处有多大。尤其是四号这样有着天赋能力的孩子，他们的梦里会有各种各样有价值的信息。但梦不是真的，就像亨利不是他的名字，就像丹尼尔、约翰甚至四号都不是那孩子的名字。名字与梦都不过是为了提供便利而存在。
但永恒的爱是真的。他们都知道，对他们一族，永恒的爱总是真的。