Uncontainable (DreamTeam SCP AU)

Events Log Four

"ArmstrONG!" George yelled over his shoulder, as the doctor was in the process of re-entering.

"What is it—" Nick gasped happily, "Holy shit!"

George had a storm in his eyes. "What did you show him."

"Huh?" Nick smiled, running over to Dream.

"Hi SapNap!" He said, hiding his face behind his hands sheepishly.

"Nick," George muttered, "When did you show him Clay?"

"I have no idea who that is," Nick shrugged, "Wait... are you talking about Dr. Anderson? The missing Dr. Anderson?"

"Yes," George hissed.

"And didn't you used to—"

"Yes."

"Oh dude," Nick sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Do you promise you never showed him any pictures of Clay?"

"I don't even have any..." Nick mumbled.

The realization hit both of them at the same time.

"Then how did he know what Clay looked like?" They said in unison.

George thought back to the moments before it happened.

"Are you oh-kay?" Dream said, eyebrows furrowed in concern. His voice was much more pleasant in this form — but it seemed to hurt George with every word.

All to familiar in this form, Nick supposed.

"I was..." George sighed, "I was thinking about him. Right before it happened."

Oh, George. Nick thought in sympathy. It had only been a month since it happened. Rumor had it that he hadn't slept since Clay disappeared.

Dream nodded, "Clay is good man."

George's eyes snapped up to meet Dream's emerald ones.

"Nick," George said urgently, "Either he's actually met Clay before or..."

"Or Dream can read minds."

Dream smiled (it was a really cute smile). "Like watching movie!"

Neither of them realized that Dream had said 'is', instead of 'was'.

"What am I thinking," Nick grinned.

"Something called... rah-men?"

Nick smiled widely, "Dude."

Dream looked concernedly to George, and closed his eyes. "You... in-jewered. Are you oh-kay?"

George looked up from his notebook in surprise, Nick noticed it was the first time he'd made eye contact with Dream's human form.

"I'm fine, Dream." He smiled sadly.

Dream shook his head, stating with confidence, "You're in-jured. Pain, pain in chest."

He had his eyes screwed shut, his face twitched into emotions of hurt. "Ge-orge hurt so much."

"That's enough, Dream." George said sternly, but the SCP didn't listen.

"S-so tired. Doctor George so tired. He has scary sleep,"

"Dream!" George shouted, a little louder than he had intended.

Dream shuffled away at the outburst. "Want to help Doctor George."