andy_star: Dreams (Neville, G)
Title: Dreams
Author: andy_star
CPE: Neville
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Balance
Word Count: 420
Summary: veiledintention/hrcontention crossover, sort of. One Neville lives in hell, the other has a perfect life. What impact could one have upon the other?
Cold… dark… hungry… bleeding…
Please, help me…
Crying… shivering… dying…
Neville woke with a start in a cold sweat. Breathing hard, he sat up and reached up to unstick his hair from his forehead.
“Mmm… ‘ville?” Tracey mumbled from the bed beside him. “‘Tis it?”
“It’s nothing,” he said, falling back onto the pillows and staring up at the ceiling. “Go back to sleep.”
“Nightmare?” she asked sleepily, snuggling up to him.
“Mmm. I keep having it. Don’t worry, though.”
“Tell me about it, then,” she insisted. “I’ll never be able to sleep, otherwise, I’ll be wondering. It wasn’t about the baby, was it?”
“No,” he groaned. “That I would understand, at least. No, it’s about me.”
“Tell me,” she repeated, and he sighed. She’d just keep on at him until he relented.
“I’m looking down at myself,” he said. “All curled up on the floor. I’m thin, and shaking, and,” he swallowed, “bleeding.”
Her eyes widened. “Bleeding?”
“Cuts and welts and stuff all over, it’s disgusting.”
She punched him lightly on the arm. “You’re a Healer.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not disgusting.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Is that all there is?”
“No,” he said, unable to suppress a slight shudder. “He - the me on the floor - he looks up at me. And there’s something in his eyes… I dunno. And he says, “Please help me.” And then there’s a hand on my shoulder, and when I turn around I see something horrible, and I wake up.”
“Something horrible?”
“I don’t know, I can never remember afterwards. But the rest of it… I can tell it’s a dream while I’m there, but at the same time it feels completely real, like I’m actually in that room.”
Her hand came to rest on his forehead. “Are you getting a fever?”
“No, it just freaked me out, that’s all.”
“It’s just a dream, Neville.”
“I know.”
But as he watched Tracey fall asleep again in his arms, he knew he wasn’t so sure.
*
Neville woke slowly, feeling warmer than he had in weeks. He had dreamed he was in bed with a woman, with dark hair and a beautifully full smile. He had touched her hair and then her stomach, swollen significantly with pregnancy.
He smiled. It was a nice dream. He kept having it, for some reason.
The cold of the stone started to seep through to his skin once more, and he sighed. Maybe if he went back to sleep he’d be warmer. Maybe he’d see her again.
Author: andy_star
CPE: Neville
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Balance
Word Count: 420
Summary: veiledintention/hrcontention crossover, sort of. One Neville lives in hell, the other has a perfect life. What impact could one have upon the other?
Cold… dark… hungry… bleeding…
Please, help me…
Crying… shivering… dying…
Neville woke with a start in a cold sweat. Breathing hard, he sat up and reached up to unstick his hair from his forehead.
“Mmm… ‘ville?” Tracey mumbled from the bed beside him. “‘Tis it?”
“It’s nothing,” he said, falling back onto the pillows and staring up at the ceiling. “Go back to sleep.”
“Nightmare?” she asked sleepily, snuggling up to him.
“Mmm. I keep having it. Don’t worry, though.”
“Tell me about it, then,” she insisted. “I’ll never be able to sleep, otherwise, I’ll be wondering. It wasn’t about the baby, was it?”
“No,” he groaned. “That I would understand, at least. No, it’s about me.”
“Tell me,” she repeated, and he sighed. She’d just keep on at him until he relented.
“I’m looking down at myself,” he said. “All curled up on the floor. I’m thin, and shaking, and,” he swallowed, “bleeding.”
Her eyes widened. “Bleeding?”
“Cuts and welts and stuff all over, it’s disgusting.”
She punched him lightly on the arm. “You’re a Healer.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not disgusting.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Is that all there is?”
“No,” he said, unable to suppress a slight shudder. “He - the me on the floor - he looks up at me. And there’s something in his eyes… I dunno. And he says, “Please help me.” And then there’s a hand on my shoulder, and when I turn around I see something horrible, and I wake up.”
“Something horrible?”
“I don’t know, I can never remember afterwards. But the rest of it… I can tell it’s a dream while I’m there, but at the same time it feels completely real, like I’m actually in that room.”
Her hand came to rest on his forehead. “Are you getting a fever?”
“No, it just freaked me out, that’s all.”
“It’s just a dream, Neville.”
“I know.”
But as he watched Tracey fall asleep again in his arms, he knew he wasn’t so sure.
*
Neville woke slowly, feeling warmer than he had in weeks. He had dreamed he was in bed with a woman, with dark hair and a beautifully full smile. He had touched her hair and then her stomach, swollen significantly with pregnancy.
He smiled. It was a nice dream. He kept having it, for some reason.
The cold of the stone started to seep through to his skin once more, and he sighed. Maybe if he went back to sleep he’d be warmer. Maybe he’d see her again.