Original: Bad Dreams, Go Away (Mel, Rick and Daniel) PG
Title: Bad Dreams, Go Away [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Mel, Rick and Daniel
Rating: PG
Summary: The more real the dream, the more it's a nightmare.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... Set April, 2011. *Written for Round 58 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #32: Your worst fear *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Rick could feel the heat of the flames through his protective gear. The walls were glowing as the fire burned and he was waiting for the rubber soles of his boots to start melting at any moment. Never in all his time as a firefighter had he witnessed such a blaze, and he wanted nothing more than to be back at the firehouse.
He couldn't see the stairs, up or down; he couldn't find a window. It was as if the walls had closed around him, trapping him in a space that only seemed to be getting smaller.
A moment later, a high-pitched squeal hit his ears and Rick started to stumble. His personal locator was going off, but he hadn't activated it. It was designed only to go off if he hadn't moved for a specified amount of time, assuming he'd passed out from a lack of oxygen or was buried in rubble falling from above.
The noise was getting louder and louder, and his facemask was fogging up, but the only way to wipe the condensation away was for him to take the mask off. With the fire surrounding him, even Rick knew that was suicide.
But, if he couldn't see through the mask, he would never be able to find his way out.
Mel shot upright in bed, gasping for air as her eyes tried to adjust. She was alone in the dark room and the sheet was completely tangled around her. Running a hand over her face, Mel tried to take in slow, deep breaths as she worked herself free.
Rick's side of the bed was empty, but the light was off in the bathroom and in the hallway. Throwing the now damp sheet away, Mel climbed out of the bed and moved toward the hallway. She wobbled slightly, and leaned against the wall for a moment to keep herself upright.
Why was she having the dreams again? Rick had left the department nearly a year ago. And, even then, she knew the risks of being involved with a fireman. She knew what it was like to lose a fireman in the line of duty, too. She had been lucky, that night, because her fireman had come home.
His best friend hadn't.
As she reached the door to the nursery, Mel could see the outline of her husband in the rocking chair, humming quietly to their newborn son, who was asleep in his arms.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Mel, Rick and Daniel
Rating: PG
Summary: The more real the dream, the more it's a nightmare.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... Set April, 2011. *Written for Round 58 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #32: Your worst fear *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Rick could feel the heat of the flames through his protective gear. The walls were glowing as the fire burned and he was waiting for the rubber soles of his boots to start melting at any moment. Never in all his time as a firefighter had he witnessed such a blaze, and he wanted nothing more than to be back at the firehouse.
He couldn't see the stairs, up or down; he couldn't find a window. It was as if the walls had closed around him, trapping him in a space that only seemed to be getting smaller.
A moment later, a high-pitched squeal hit his ears and Rick started to stumble. His personal locator was going off, but he hadn't activated it. It was designed only to go off if he hadn't moved for a specified amount of time, assuming he'd passed out from a lack of oxygen or was buried in rubble falling from above.
The noise was getting louder and louder, and his facemask was fogging up, but the only way to wipe the condensation away was for him to take the mask off. With the fire surrounding him, even Rick knew that was suicide.
But, if he couldn't see through the mask, he would never be able to find his way out.
Mel shot upright in bed, gasping for air as her eyes tried to adjust. She was alone in the dark room and the sheet was completely tangled around her. Running a hand over her face, Mel tried to take in slow, deep breaths as she worked herself free.
Rick's side of the bed was empty, but the light was off in the bathroom and in the hallway. Throwing the now damp sheet away, Mel climbed out of the bed and moved toward the hallway. She wobbled slightly, and leaned against the wall for a moment to keep herself upright.
Why was she having the dreams again? Rick had left the department nearly a year ago. And, even then, she knew the risks of being involved with a fireman. She knew what it was like to lose a fireman in the line of duty, too. She had been lucky, that night, because her fireman had come home.
His best friend hadn't.
As she reached the door to the nursery, Mel could see the outline of her husband in the rocking chair, humming quietly to their newborn son, who was asleep in his arms.