Part II -- Part IV
Cal jerked awake in a cold sweat. She had fallen asleep curled up on the couch with her head in Lucas’ lap. Tears ran down her face and she was still shaking. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair to comfort her, he didn’t need to ask what the nightmare had been.
“You didn’t scream this time.” His voice was soft.
Cal nodded, at least that was progress she supposed. Lucas tried to give her what support he could over the past six months. He didn’t really understand what she was going through or how she felt. He hadn’t been human in so long he didn’t feel things the same way and he no longer dreamt.
The nightmares were a regular occurrence. The memories of the banshee replayed in her mind nearly every time she slept. It had driven home how dangerous the work she did for the Guardians could be. She’d see the battle with the banshee, the pieces that had once been the three teenagers it had killed, Lucas’ chest in ribbons as he collapsed onto the ground, the look on his face at the hospital as they gave her blood transfusions. It hadn’t really been his fault he’d taken too much that night and almost killed her. Neither of them had realized just how much blood she had already lost to the magic.
“What time is it?”
“Just past eleven, you only slept about half an hour. I downloaded the latest Doctor Who episode after you fell asleep, I’ll queue it up for us.”
Cal smiled up at him, he may not understand how she felt but he did know how to take her mind off things. She settled back into his lap and let the Doctor chase away memories of the mangled bodies of two teenagers and the banshee’s wail. It would only be temporary of course. but she’d take it for now.
Short part this week, that's just where it felt right to put in the break. Things really start to get interesting next week.
Yes, Cal is a huge geek and loves Doctor Who. I can't help it.
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