Her bad dream

A/N: Another Bull oneshot, it's a sad oneshot with no Happily Ever After between these two , I hope you enjoy, Angels.

The New York Sky is black with clouds as rain falls from them and drops onto a figure who is staring at a black marble headstone, tears streaming down their face in waves. They can't believe that the other half of them, their soulmate, their once happily ever after is gone, never to be seen or heard from for the rest of eternity. An arm wraps around the figure's wet shoulder, pulling them closer. The figure doesn't move an inch, they just stare at the writing on the black marble headstone:

Jason Bull

The figure, Isabella 'Izzy' Colón leans against her younger brother and sobs, her brother pressing a kiss to her soaking wet hair. Izzy falls to the wet ground in front of the headstone and simply screams and cries for the love of her life, not caring that the grass stains that won't come out of her new tights and the new dress she bought for this heartbreaking day.

"JASON!" The screams are heard throughout the cemetery but Isabella doesn't care: she cares about nothing but her dead ex-husband who she'll never see again, never say how much she'll love him again. He's dead and he died alone, without anyone by his side, without her by his side. 

The love of her life is dead and now she's alone. 

Izzy wakes up with tears pouring down her face and sweat sticking to her like a second skin. as her dream melts away out of her head. It's the fourth night in a row she's had this dream and it's terrifying her to no end. 

She's alone in her apartment, in her large bed, no beside her, no one to comfort her, not like Jason did when she had bad dreams when they were married, a marriage that ended because of her, because she thought he didn't love her enough to help him through his own grief when they lost their unborn daughter, when she knew he did, he just want to pile onto  her grief with his, or so her brother said when they were first divorced and the Colón sibling spoke on a regular basis. 

 With tears still pouring down her face, she checks the time: 03:30. She wants to call him, to hear his voice in her ear, to reassure herself that the bad dream she just had was just that, a bad dream, to hear him say her name, to hear him ask her if she's okay,  she wants to go to his place and throw her arms around him and never let go but she knows that he won't answer the phone at this time, not for her, not anymore, so she'll simply have to wait until the sun is awake to call him.

Knowing that she won't be able to go back to sleep, she gets out of bed and walks over to her drawers to find the familiar t-shirt of his she stole while she was packing up  her things, that has long lost his scent. Stripping out of her pyjamas Izzy walks into her en-suite and quickly showers the sweat off if her body before drying herself and slipping the t-shirt over her head before walking into her kitchen and getting a cup of coffee and waiting for the sun to rise over New York City, her hair still dripping wet, leaving the t-shirt transparent. 

As soon as her 6 am alarm blares out of her phone, Izzy presses number 1 on her speed dial and holds the phone to her ear. She knows he's awake at this time, he's always been an early riser, but would he answer when he sees the caller ID and sees that it's her calling him for no reason at 6 am after they've not spoken to one another since their divorce, and have used her brother as a messenger, keeping them both updated on each other via Benny?

"Izzy?" Comes the sleepy voice of her ex-husband. Just hearing his voice that's full of sleep lifts a five pound weight off her shoulder.

"Izzy, you okay?" Jason asks. It takes Izzy a second to realise that she hasn't spoken, hasn't answered.

"Y...yeah, I'm fine." She says quickly, the words catching in her throat. How can I tell him I had a dream that I was at his funeral? She asks herself.

"You sure?" Jason sounds more awake now, concerned. Izzy sighs deeply.

"Yes, Jason, I'm fine. Have a good day at work." Izzy says  quickly before hanging up with her ex before he can ask her what's wrong. She doesn't want to admit to her ex-husband that she's having dreams of him dying. 

Placing her phone on the couch beside her, she leans back against the furniture and exhales, bringing his t-shirt up to her nose. She smiles faintly when she remembers putting this exact t-shirt on after he had made love to her, his scent overwhelming her senses as she caught the look on his face when he saw her in this t-shirt. It was a mixture of love and humour.

The look she hasn't seen in four years 

He's alive. Her brain tells her as she finds herself back falling asleep now she knows he's alive and just a phone call away if she needs him, like he always has been, her subconscious showing her memories of her with Jason, particularly the ones when  he held in his arms all night and would tell her that her nightmares were just trying to scare her and he was there to hold her and her safe. 

A/N: Another Bull Izzy/Jason oneshot. I hope you Angels like this one. I'm contemplating  making this a twoshot or do a slight sequel that reads as a standalone. Anyway, enjoy this one, Angels.