for you_run_i_chase: Dream a Little Dream of Me

[i_run_you_chase]

Jarod's mind doesn't work like most people's. When he dreams, it is in sharp, reoccuring memories, occasionally spliced with other memories. He doesn't dream. He remembers, painfully. He is used to waking up with his head pounding and the memories coursing through him like a simulation gone wrong.

And eyes. He dreams of the eyes of the people he was responsible for killing. He believes that's just part of the simulation, too.

Tonight, he dreams. He opens his eyes and sees the Barge, empty and open as though it were nighttime and everyone was asleep. He sees a light on at the end of a darkened hallway. He sees it as though it were yesterday.

But it's not like any memory. It's different. He steps towards the light. Footsteps ring out somewhere around him.

"Who's there?" he calls.

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[i-run-you-chase.livejournal.com]

Thomas. Right. Of course. Jarod couldn't deny her that love, even when he envied it. She went through so much to get him back, it was worth it to go a little farther. And Jarod could figure out where to put the two of them so they'd be safe. Safe and happy together.

"I don't know how long you'll be," he said. "But I'd like to see you again. Without you pointing a gun at me."

When he woke up, she'd have the gun and the need to catch him again. When she came back from the Barge, she'd have Thomas. There was no real winning for Jarod in this situation.

[yourunichase]

Parker didn't want Thomas for herself. She just wanted him to be alive and to have a chance for Portland and the life that he would have had with someone if he hadn't gotten mixed up in the insanity of her life. And if Thomas lived then the four people whom she'd inadvertently killed during the course of her investigation.

The only person Parker wanted, and the only person she could see herself with off the Barge and long term was the man whom she was standing in front of at this very moment. Well, if this was real and not her own fucked up little version of a sex dream.

"It's probably going to be a long time," she admitted with a scoff. "God damn, there are days when I wish I didn't think he deserved better than me and the life I got him, and I wish I could just fucking leave and go find you and make everyone else pay." Honesty, because in dreams you could be honest without worrying about it coming back to bite you in your ass.