Paint it Black Pr1

Theta

Washington's pov...

I stood there in the shower, the warmth of the water falling down my back, warming the chills that seeped into my bones, the images of noble team asking, "Do I remember?"

Remember what? What did I forget? I didn't know what I was supposed to remember, for now I prosecuted with my day, speaking of today. Today was the day that the north got theta, and then the director had to see who got eta and iota.

I walked out of my room and headed to the mess hall. Once I was there, I saw a few of the others already there, Wyoming was talking to Florida while he sipped at his tea. CT was with South trying to calm her down. North wasn't there he was probably waiting to receive theta, Maine was sitting by himself with Sigma out.

Carolina was not here probably in the training room, and finally York was talking to tex about the A.I's, after that dream, I didn't really have much of an appetite.

I ended up heading over to the medical wing to see how north was. Once I was there, I saw  him sitting on a bench in the waiting room.

"Hey," I greeted him. This caused him to look up at me and smile a little. "Hey yourself," he said, "nervous?" I asked, "No, not really, " he said.

I nodded and sat with him "so hows your morning so far?" He asked, I couldn't tell about the dream I had he already has a lot on his mind and I didn't want to burden him with it, "so far so good" I simply said, for a moment he seemed he didn't believe me but excepted my answer nonetheless.

"Agent north Dakota " one of the doctors called, "that's me" he said as he stood up, I wished him luck as south and CT walked in wishing him luck too...well mostly CT, south just grunted.

Two hours passed by, and the south was soon replaced by Carolina, and CT left not long after, so it was just me and her, and it was pretty awkward...

"So how's training?" I said to her, it's easier to talk to her during missions than in our freetime "okay I guess, " she said. She seemed like she had a lot in mind. Was it about tex? "Wash, there's something I wanted to ask you about," she said.

"Yeah?" I said, "I wanted to ask...um..." she took a deep breath as if she was looking for the right words to say,"I wanted to ask...that are you alright?" She said, why did she have a hard time saying that?

"Its probably because she doesn't have very many friends " I different part of my mind told me "I'm Alright um..why do you ask" I well asked, "you've been looking tired lately and I wanted to make sure that your okay" she said, the tone in her voice sounded like of an older sister worried for her brother the thought made me smile a little but at the same time I didn't know if I should tell her about the dreams or not.

"Eh, I haven't been sleeping well lately," I admitted, I trusted her enough to talk to her. It would be nice to have more than one person to help me. "Bad dreams?" She guessed, "Yeah, " I replied to her.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She once again asked, it took me awhile to think about it before I told her everything, about mine and norths research of reach, my dreams of an alien world that was familiar, the man with scarred armor that sounded like me, and ghosts of noble team but with the exception of noble three.

She had a look of horror and concern on her face it was written within her emerald eyes. She brushed her hair away from her face, unable to find an answer or something to say. I sighed and lent back against the back rest of the bench. I closed my eyes for a moment, and my eyes were suddenly shadowed by the ghosts that, for some reason, haunted me.

I then felt her hand gently hold mine. Our fingers intertwined with each other, she leaned on me, and we were shrouded in a comfortable silence.

Another hour went by before North was out of surgery, and in recovery, we walked over to him and sat next to him and waited for him to wake up. My stomach then betrayed me and demanded food, Carolina then motioned for me to go to the mess hall and grab lunch.

Not wanting to lose a battle with her and left as she waited for north.

Carolinas pov...

I was worried for washing how could I not be, many didn't know this by he like my brother of course I would worry, these...dreams he's having there disturbing. A beautiful alien world that's renewing itself and for a moment its plunged into hell itself, with a dead team asking him if he remembers.

And this man in scarred white and black armor that sounds exactly like him, is he a forgotten mirror of himself? I honestly didn't know... but I did know this deep within my gut. I had this feeling that what he's dreaming of is something from his past that was somehow lost along the way.

I just hope that what he's lost won't hurt him.