From: bevscully1@my-deja.com
Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 04:21:42 GMT
Subject: NEW: She Dreams (1/1)

Title:  She Dreams (1/1)
Author:  E. Elizabeth (bevscully@animalhouse.com)
Category: MSR, somewhat
Spoilers:  Not a one!
Rating: PG
Author's notes:  This is a somewhat odd post.  In fact, I'm only posting
it because my best friend suggested I did.  See, this was never written
as an MSR.  This was simply a story that I suddenly looked at and said
"Hmmmm . . . this could be a fanfic".  It's also not finished, another
reason I am posting it.  What do I *do* with it?  I'm completely stuck.
 Do I leave it as an incredibly short stand alone, or is it an intro to
something bigger?  I'm open for feedback!

She dreams that he's there again.

Sometimes, when she's sitting alone in a quiet room, she can hear his
voice.  He tells a her stupid joke, he laughs at something ridiculous
that she said, he asks her to come sit with him, he tells her he's
afraid, and he cries.  His voice is low and its warm.  He's scared and
he's laughing.  Somewhere inside, she tries to reach out, to touch his
face, to wipe away tears, to bring him close.  She can feel the dampness
soaking her shirt.  His hand slips into hers and she laughs.  She can
run her hand through his hair and whisper that he will be all right.
She promises him a future that she's not sure of herself.  Alone, she
opens her eyes. They are damp as she listens to the echoes of his
company.

She dreams that he comes to her.

While she lies in her bed, swallowed by the darkness and the quiet, he
approaches.  She can feel his presence in the doorway.  He whispers her
name in fear, in hopefulness, in need but never in desire.  She feels
his shadow next to her, his arm around her.  Warmed, she sleeps beside
him but not with him.

She dreams that he loves her.

His hand rests in the small of her back as they enter a room.  She
laughs as his voice whispers lightly in her ear.  His arms are around
her as she cries.  He kisses her when he greets her and she falls away
from herself.  She spends her days with him and he is with her in the
darkness.

But he isn't there.  He's distant, now, and he doesn't hold her in that
way.  She cries, and he doesn't hear.  She's angry with him but she
continues to smile.   As she fades, without him noticing, she doesn't
say a word.  And at night, to ease her tired mind, she dreams.