[She wakes in a cold sweat, tightly clenching her fists and trying to breathe again.
She hates the idea of prison. Hates it so much, beyond the limits of what might be normal given her past. And then to follow it with the rest...she has to choke back the desire to scream, as the end of the dream repeats itself in her mind. Who was Tommy? Who was that person? She could recognize the others-Bastet and Cross, but Tommy remained unknown.
Throwing off the cover and turning over, she pulled the pillow close, humming and trying to lull herself back to sleep. It wasn't going to be easy.]
[Fred wakes, sweating and shivering lightly, Dash's scream still ringing in her ears.
Tommy. Was that his real name? Quite possibly. Those doctors, in the hospitals... they were the ones who called him that. Not Cross. Not Bastet.
Fred shivered again. That dream had been... bad. Parts of it had seemed so real... Gene's death, Juliet's...
Fred curled up, shivering again, drawing the blanket up around her. Normally, cold wasn't an issue for her, but this cold seemed to be coming from inside herself.
She lay there for a long, long time, just staring into the darkness. Waiting for the dawn.]
[She jerks awake, her heart still pounding. Kisuke murmurs, pulling her closer against him, but she can't relax just yet.]
[No one is experimenting on her. She still has both arms, both legs.]
[Kisuke's still alive. He's right here, he's fine. Lyle...it takes a bit, but she eventually finds his reiatsu. Dash--Tommy--is fine. Cross is fine.]
[Everyone's alive.]
[Still that dream of the future had been so bleak, so unnerving. Even if it hadn't been real, it serves to strengthen her resolve all the same.]
[She was tired of being a plaything. There had to be a way out of this place. Ten years...she'd be as insane as Spade by that point.]
[At least she's not alone tonight; Kisuke's warmth at her back and the weight of his arm over her help immeasurably. Still, it's a long time before she manages to fall back asleep.]
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She hates the idea of prison. Hates it so much, beyond the limits of what might be normal given her past. And then to follow it with the rest...she has to choke back the desire to scream, as the end of the dream repeats itself in her mind. Who was Tommy? Who was that person? She could recognize the others-Bastet and Cross, but Tommy remained unknown.
Throwing off the cover and turning over, she pulled the pillow close, humming and trying to lull herself back to sleep. It wasn't going to be easy.]
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Tommy. Was that his real name? Quite possibly. Those doctors, in the hospitals... they were the ones who called him that. Not Cross. Not Bastet.
Fred shivered again. That dream had been... bad. Parts of it had seemed so real... Gene's death, Juliet's...
Fred curled up, shivering again, drawing the blanket up around her. Normally, cold wasn't an issue for her, but this cold seemed to be coming from inside herself.
She lay there for a long, long time, just staring into the darkness. Waiting for the dawn.]
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[No one is experimenting on her. She still has both arms, both legs.]
[Kisuke's still alive. He's right here, he's fine. Lyle...it takes a bit, but she eventually finds his reiatsu. Dash--Tommy--is fine. Cross is fine.]
[Everyone's alive.]
[Still that dream of the future had been so bleak, so unnerving. Even if it hadn't been real, it serves to strengthen her resolve all the same.]
[She was tired of being a plaything. There had to be a way out of this place. Ten years...she'd be as insane as Spade by that point.]
[At least she's not alone tonight; Kisuke's warmth at her back and the weight of his arm over her help immeasurably. Still, it's a long time before she manages to fall back asleep.]
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