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She stayed up too late, staring at the autopsy photos, trying to correlate the forensics with the reports that kept trickling in. She's trying to imagine just what purpose someone had for treating the corpse with such careless disregard.

What did it taste like, I wonder? What did it smell like, the broken bones seeping their marrow on the carpet of leaves, the trickles of blood mixing with the dark loam of the forest floor.  Heart and lungs, liver and kidneys. What would it feel like to tear  flesh from such a small body?

She shakes her head, trying to clear the morbid thought from her mind.  It's nonsense.  It's rubbish, is what it is.  She can't think rationally when she gets this way.  This is what she  gets for going to bed hungry, she thinks.  Ryan has already gone to bed, and doesn't even awake when she joins him, simply slips an arm around her and pulls her close. 


The scene before her eyes is black and white.  Even with her enhanced night vision, the old growth forest is darkest here.  It's beautiful and serene, and she can smell the blood on the wind.  Something is wounded, something is running from her, and she's chasing it, chasing the intense wash of fear and pain. 

Run, little one.  Run and let me hear the pounding of your heart.  Let me feel the heat of your exertion.  I'm coming for you and there's nothing you can do to stop me.  Run.  Run like the devil is on your heels, because I am.  I'm coming for you.

The figure of a man hurls himself through the undergrowth, and she bats at him with one clawed hand, revelling in the sound that's torn from his throat.  Bone crunches beneath her hand and she's crashing into the back of him, her muzzle clamping down and giving one good hard shake to snap the neck.  Blood washes her mouth and she knows the taste.  She knows what horrific thing she has done before she even rolls the body over to look down into his face.

A heart-rending human scream, rage and sorrow and grief, boils up from within her.  His eyes look up at her from her fresh killed prey.  Richard's green eyes, now gone glassy and cold, stare up at her from his lifeless face. 

She screams again. 

And again. 

And again.

Date: 2009-07-27 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Jesus Christ!" The Irish-lilted words slip from his mouth before his eyes even open but then he's sitting up and reaching for the gun on the night stand, teeth bared.

Except there's nothing to attack. The room is empty, even of Damocles who's still in the woods.

He keeps the gun in his hand as he shakes his mate, trying to wake her. "River!"

Date: 2009-07-27 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"I'm here," he snaps, sharp with concern. The gun is put down before he pulls her to him, hands firm on her shoulders, then around her midsection.

"I'm here, River," he says again, softer this time due to the growl that's fighting to come out. He's caught in the adrenalin rush, wanting to snarl at imaginary foes and knowing that it's not needed.

Date: 2009-07-27 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He pulls her to him, holding her close.

"Yes," he answers firmly, trying not to focus on her remark so the word will scent true.

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." That, at least, is true.

Date: 2009-07-27 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He holds her, pets her, silent and strong.
He's had this nightmare.
He tried to warn her. (He should have known this was coming.)
God dammit.
He holds her.

Date: 2009-07-27 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"It was only a dream," Richard says firmly, pushing his own feelings down to deal with later or not at all.

"I'm here. You haven't hurt me. I'm not dead." 'By your hand,' is what he adds silently to make that scent true.

"It's all right." What 'it' is is anyone's guess.

Date: 2009-07-28 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
I love you.

It was just a dream. A nightmare in the dark easily banished once it's seen for what it is.

(He still can't quite shake his apprehension.)

Just a dream.

He runs his hand over her head repeatedly, soothing them both.

Date: 2009-07-28 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Richard nods silently. He's made trips out there bringing things to make the dog more comfortable, but he's still alone even with daily visits.

'Just a dog' doesn't really apply to him any more, much to Ryan's mild chagrin.

Date: 2009-07-28 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He gives her a chaste kiss.

Yes. Get your boots. It's with some reluctance he disentangles himself, but he's getting dressed in a moment himself.

Date: 2009-07-28 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
I don't mind.

He doesn't. She doesn't need an escort for protection, their training's seen to that. This is...more. She needs him.

How could he ever say no?

He takes her arm in his as they head out, stopping only in the quiet bar to pick up a breakfast take away.

Date: 2009-07-28 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Dreams. Dreams of eating, of being eaten, of killing, slaughtering, dying. The forest goes unseen around them.

Phantoms. Ghosts of the mind and nothing more. He can't allow them to be anything more.

I don't know.

He hopes she doesn't let them be more.

Date: 2009-07-28 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Dream or not, what's reality to them remains. There's no way to prove it one way or the other and no way to snap it and find out.

The best they can do is live their lives according to the rules of the reality they've found. Live and learn, and if it ends some day, it ends.

It's not much of a meadow, but that's all right. It means Damocles doesn't have to run as far to greet them.


Date: 2009-07-29 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Richard stays close, crouching as well. It's half to greet Dam, half to keep her close. He doesn't believe this is over. Things are never that simple.

Sir! River! You're here! He's jubilant to see them, but he quickly turns all that passion over to ask, What's wrong?

Date: 2009-07-30 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
I hate bad dreams, Dam sighs grumpily. Between her and Captain and his own nightmares (gah, zombies) it's amazing they ever sleep through a night.

Richard tousles the dog's ears, pointing out, I don't think anyone likes them.

Date: 2009-07-30 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com

A predator the size of the forge.

Ohhh. And the dream was worse?
Dam shoves between them, pushing his head under River's arm. That musta been really scary.

Richard doesn't say anything.

Date: 2009-07-30 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
I've been here a while, Dam reminds them with a whine. When you guys go back, can I come?

X has said they don't need to come out here any more, so yes, Dam.

Ahh, doggy mood swings. Richard is glad he trained jumping out of him.

Date: 2009-07-30 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Could carry you again, he offers, taking her hand.



Why not?

You have four legs. River only has two.

Date: 2009-07-30 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Richard bumps her. Only a dream.

Only a dream,
agrees Dam, pushing against her.


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