Post by Zevv on Jun 30, 2005 19:49:53 GMT -5
Title: Nightmares that Haunt Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Zev (means Wolf in Hebrew)
Summary: Connor isn't the only one.
Not really a tissue warning, but slightly angst. Wrote this spur of the moment.
"YOU TOOK MY SON YOU BASTARD! YOUR A DEAD MAN PRYCE! YOU HEAR ME? A DEAD MAN! I"M GOING TO KILL YOU I-" Wesley awoke with a cold sweat dripping down his body. His new home of the once Lamia Serenity House. Doing what he usually does on nights like this he got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. He'd make himself a cup of coffee, read a book, fall asleep on the couch, and just say he got up early researched and fell back asleep. When in reality he got up at not 6 AM, yet 2 AM because of nightmares. Yet this time he had a guest.
"Jamie?" he asked.
"What are you-wooo you look like shit." said the young man.
"yes, well tough night." he shrugged as he poured himself of coffee Jamie had already made.
"Tough night?" asked Jamie intrigued.
"Yes, nothing really. Just some nightmares."
"Same." nodded Jamie.
"About what may I ask?"
"My sister" he mumbled. Wesley became dead silent. "With all these problems with family Connor has been having...sort of re-opened some old wounds."
"I"m sorry." he whispered.
"It's ok...i-it wasn't you." Silence filled the room once more. "Your the expert what the hell is going on with Connor? He doesn't really talk to me about how he really feels anymore." Wesley took a deep breath, and thought for a moment before answering.
"Connor is confused of who he is. On one side he is this person who has been through a lot, on the other he's this person who has been through a lot, yet not the kind of hell his first person has. It's like going to sleep and having a nightmare you can't wake up in. It's confusing, head-spinning, and scary. You don't know who you are. You have no clue what you are. Everything you thought was your life was and is a lie. And you original life, was made up on lies. Made up of distrust, betrayal, pain, hurt, suffering. But it's the truth it's real, it's what happened it's-"
"Wesley...are we still talking about Connor?" asked Jamie.
"I gave Connor's memory's back because I thought it would bring back somebody I'd love. I never meant for all this pain to happen to everyone." he muttered. Jamie looked at this man before him. And looked behind him and saw Connor standing there. He looked concerned for Wesley. He merely nodded to Jamie and went back to bed, unknown to Wesley. Yet Jamie understood things better know.
Connor wasn't alone in his mind-wipe mess anymore.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Zev (means Wolf in Hebrew)
Summary: Connor isn't the only one.
Not really a tissue warning, but slightly angst. Wrote this spur of the moment.
"YOU TOOK MY SON YOU BASTARD! YOUR A DEAD MAN PRYCE! YOU HEAR ME? A DEAD MAN! I"M GOING TO KILL YOU I-" Wesley awoke with a cold sweat dripping down his body. His new home of the once Lamia Serenity House. Doing what he usually does on nights like this he got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. He'd make himself a cup of coffee, read a book, fall asleep on the couch, and just say he got up early researched and fell back asleep. When in reality he got up at not 6 AM, yet 2 AM because of nightmares. Yet this time he had a guest.
"Jamie?" he asked.
"What are you-wooo you look like shit." said the young man.
"yes, well tough night." he shrugged as he poured himself of coffee Jamie had already made.
"Tough night?" asked Jamie intrigued.
"Yes, nothing really. Just some nightmares."
"Same." nodded Jamie.
"About what may I ask?"
"My sister" he mumbled. Wesley became dead silent. "With all these problems with family Connor has been having...sort of re-opened some old wounds."
"I"m sorry." he whispered.
"It's ok...i-it wasn't you." Silence filled the room once more. "Your the expert what the hell is going on with Connor? He doesn't really talk to me about how he really feels anymore." Wesley took a deep breath, and thought for a moment before answering.
"Connor is confused of who he is. On one side he is this person who has been through a lot, on the other he's this person who has been through a lot, yet not the kind of hell his first person has. It's like going to sleep and having a nightmare you can't wake up in. It's confusing, head-spinning, and scary. You don't know who you are. You have no clue what you are. Everything you thought was your life was and is a lie. And you original life, was made up on lies. Made up of distrust, betrayal, pain, hurt, suffering. But it's the truth it's real, it's what happened it's-"
"Wesley...are we still talking about Connor?" asked Jamie.
"I gave Connor's memory's back because I thought it would bring back somebody I'd love. I never meant for all this pain to happen to everyone." he muttered. Jamie looked at this man before him. And looked behind him and saw Connor standing there. He looked concerned for Wesley. He merely nodded to Jamie and went back to bed, unknown to Wesley. Yet Jamie understood things better know.
Connor wasn't alone in his mind-wipe mess anymore.
