One Shots

In Your Dreams Baby (kellic)

This is based off of a dream I recently had. I like the idea a lot, so I might turn this idea into a full fanfic at one point. But for now, it's just a measly one shot until who knows when

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I'm shaking and shivering. The bed is too hot; the bed is too cold. I'm awake but the clock is ticking too loudly for it to be real.

He returned again.

He comes to me in my dreams, silent and real, eyes blazing with a secret. At first, I thought he was nothing but a figment of my imagination, a character created by my thoughts. But when he speaks to me... That was not just a dream, but it was like stepping out of the real world, my world, into another.

It's becoming too much for me to handle. Every time he shows up lately, I've been trying to get away. He's not bad. But I doubt he's good. My head always screams when I wake up, my body is always numb. I'm merely human and this thing, in my head, is not.

I'm beginning to fall asleep again. It's been an hour of just laying here, staring at the wall adjacent to me. My lips are dry and cracked, and even if I could reach for the lip balm on my bed side table, I wouldn't be able to do it. My eyelids are getting heavy again, and there's nothing I can do to stop myself from falling asleep.

Right as my eyes close, I'm pulled from reality. I doubt that's normal, but nothing about the world I live in as I dream is. But... I'm beginning to believe it might not be much of a dream at all.

I'm standing in a garden. I was standing in a shopping mall earlier, but now it's a garden, with long winding paths and roses. It's gorgeous. There's a soft breeze and the air smells like candy apples. That's when I know I've been here before, on several occasions.

He appears not too late after I begin walking around. He's sitting on a bench. He's wearing the same outfit from the shopping mall recently: black suit jacket, crisp white shirt, dark jeans. Casual, nothing too fancy. I've seen him in full on suits before. He always looks so good in them.

I consider just walking past him, leaving him behind, but I feel this tugging sensation in the back of my mind. I can't get away from him, no matter how hard I try. So, I find myself sitting beside him on the bench. The breeze seems to stop.

He turns to me, dark caramel eyes looking me over. He props his elbow on the metal arm of the bench, leaning his face in his hand. He looks... Annoyed? Bored? Unimpressed? All of the above? I start to feel nervous.

"Kellin," He says, and I try not to flinch. Everything hurts today, and his somewhat deep, scratchy voice isn't helping.

"Hm?" Is all I can manage as he waits for me to fill in the blank he left.

"Why are you constantly running away?" He questions. I knew this question would come up eventually, and maybe that's why I'm feeling ill.

"Vic," I say, but my throat is dry and I feel so gross. It's becoming too much. What is he and why is he here? "I want to know why you're always in my dreams. You've never told me and you promised me a long time ago you would. But you haven't."

Vic twirls a lock of his hair around his finger; he's not thinking of an answer, but rather dragging out the response. Boy does he love to torture me.

"I'm getting a feeling you're beginning to suspect that the things you dream," Vic says with a wave of his hand, indicating the massive garden, "May not even be a dream at all, but an alternate reality."

My hands are sweating now. As gross as that is, I feel physically sick, like I'm going to throw up. Can my body even take this or am I overreacting? It may be both, it may be neither.

"And... Is it? Is this real?" I ask, my heart beating fast. I've been wanting answers for a long time.

Vic's eyes flick back to me as he says, "Yes Kellin. It's real. You are real, the ground is real, and I am real."

My stomach drops. I feel like I'm going to pitch forward. This isn't normal at all. Am I even normal? What defines normal? "How?" I manage to say, my lips quivering.

"All human beings such as yourself are linked to this world, the second Earth. Constructed more perfectly than the first. But it's too new for most humans to handle, too much for their brains to take in. You, on the other hand, show remarkable capability to cope with it. You may be feelings symptoms of some sort of fever, but that will pass." He explains. Second Earth? But how in hell is that possible? And my theory has been proven correct; he isn't human.

"Well why am I here anyways? Why now, and why am I the only one? And what are you?" The questions pour out of my lips, but they don't faze him.

He replies, "You are here because the atmosphere of this Earth weakens each time you dream, causing your body to shut down and your soul to enter the gravitational pull of this Earth. That is why you always feel horrible each time you wake up. And the timing, well, I don't know. You aren't supposed to be here, but," A small smile makes his lips tilt upward, "Neither am I. So I'm assuming it must also have to do with me being here."

"And... Why is that?" I ask. Vic's small smile turns into a smirk, one that would have me swooning but only has me feeling more nervous for the answer.

"You know what guardian angels are, yes?" He begins and I nod my head. "Well Kellin, I am your guardian angel. We possess a soul connection. Wherever I go, you go."

"Okay, I see." I nod. I might go into shock, but I am beginning to understand. "So you're an angel."

"Was." He corrects.

"Wait... What?"

Vic lets out a sigh, "Kellin, we all make mistakes, and I, well, am not easily forgiven for my mistakes. I was kicked off the ranks, banned from any interaction with 'heavenly' figures and other Angels. But, they did not abolish my title of Guardian. Though I have more freedom with that title now. I don't play by the rules anymore."

"So what you're saying is," I start, "You're some rogue guardian angel and this is a second Earth and I'm the only human who knows about it? And I go here when I sleep, when you choose to be here. Right?"

Vic smiles, glad that I understand, that I caught on. "Precisely."

"But what if I don't want to come here all the time? What if my body really does shut down for good? What do I do then?" I ask, my hands shaking. This is too much for me, but apparently, I can handle it. I don't know how or why, but apparently I can.

Vic takes a moment to reply before answering, "You can't do anything about it. There is no stopping this."

I nod, and that's when I begin to feel even more sick. I lean on my hands, feeling the urge to vomit all over my shoes, but I won't. Vic seems to sense my discomfort because he says, "I'll see you in your dreams Kellin." And I am pitched into darkness, pulled back into my body.

My eyes open wide. I'm awake.