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Date Posted: 20:41:53 07/11/02 Thu
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Dreams - 3
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Dreams (PG13)" on 16:27:20 06/29/02 Sat

Dreams – 3

Sara made her way slowly through the precinct to her office. She nodded her head in greeting to a few fellow officers at she passed them. There was the usual assortment of freaks and losers mixed in with the officers. She smiled as she saw an obviously new and raw rookie trying to take a statement from rather large drag queen. Nudging one of the desk Sergeants as she passed she pointed toward the rookie, indicating he needed a little help.

Shaking her head, Sara paused at the office coffee maker. She shuddered at the strong smell and thick look of the black liquid. This stuff had definitely been cooking for a while. As she was looking down into the cup wondering if she really was desperate enough to drink it, Jake walked up beside her.

“Nice crowd today, huh?” He reached out and grabbed himself a cup off the counter.

Sara laughed as he blew an assortment of unidentified crumbs out of the cup before pouring himself some of the pseudo coffee.

“Come on Jake, just the dregs of humanity looking for a little salvation.”

“And we’re the saviors, huh?” Jake grimaced as a mouthful of the over-cooked coffee went down his throat, then shuddered as it hit bottom.

“Yeah.” Sara said pensively. “We are the saviors.” Reflexively, she rubbed The Witchblade on her wrist as she spoke. A myriad of images passing through her mind in an instant. Caithan, Joan, Elizabeth. Each of them the “savior” of their time. Each of them, in the end, abandoned and alone.

“Come on, rookie. Let’s see what’s on our desk for today. If we work fast maybe I’ll even find you a donut.” Sara pushed the images and memories out of her mind as she moved with Jake down the hallway to their office. The images reminded all too clearly of her night visions. Visions she wanted to do nothing but forget.


******
A couple of hours, a few phone calls and several files later, Sara raised her arms above her head and stretched slowly; feeling the little snaps and pops of her vertebrae as she arched her body. She looked up to find Jake’s eyes on her.

“What are you looking at? I grow a third eye?” Sara arched one eyebrow at him meaningfully. Damn, she was getting tired of catching Jake looking at her chest. She thought they had dealt with this issue already.

Embarrassed at being caught staring, Jake blushed slightly and ducked his head.

“Well, you are looking kinda tired lately, Pez. You doing all right?” His concern was evident in his voice.

It was Sara’s turn now to duck her head, and avoid Jake’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’m doing ok. Just been having a little trouble sleeping, you know.” Picking up another file, Sara tossed it across the office to him in an effort to distract him.

“I know what you mean. Man, sometimes I think the best sleep I get all night is that last bit in the morning; that part right before the alarm rings and I have to get up.”

Absorbed in opening the file she tossed at him Jake missed Sara’s startled movement as his statement. She looked at him intently, then looked away.

“You have no idea, Jake. You have no idea.”

Sara pushed the half-drank cup of coffee away from her. She didn’t know if it was the bitter brew or Jake’s words that left her stomach suddenly upset. She absolutely did not want to think about her mornings. She did not want to remember or face the fact that the only decent sleep she had been getting lately had been in Ian Nottingham’s arms.

Every morning, rain or shine, cold or hot, she would wake from her nightmares and find him there. Every morning her would take her in his strong arms, his warmth would surround her and she would finally fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. She was starting to depend on his quiet strength and it was scaring her. What was she going to do if one morning he didn’t show up?

All she wanted was one night’s uninterrupted sleep; just one lousy night. Was that too much to ask? Instead, all she was getting was night after night of bitter torment and agonizing dreams. Without Ian’s intervention every morning for the last several months she doubted she would still be functional.

Sometimes she feared she was going crazy. Sometimes she knew she was. Sometimes she feared she was going to give in and ask him to spend the night with her; ask him to hold her in his arms and keep the visions away. Sometimes….

“Hey Pez?” Sara’s thoughts were abruptly brought back to the present by Jake’s words. He was in front of her, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” His blue eyes held concern, and questions.

“Yeah, yeah, Jake. I’m just thinking.” Sara’s voice was brusque as she tried to cover her attention lapse.

“Must be deep thoughts. Hey, ready for that donut? I’m starved.” Shut out once again, Jake turned to get his coat.

Sara sighed. He had that whipped-puppy look again. She hated feeling like she was being deliberately cruel to him, but he just kept pressing her. He didn’t seem to realize just how dangerous it was to get close to her.

“Let’s forget about donuts. How about lunch? I need something more than sugar to counteract this coffee.” Her guilt feelings made her toss out the offer like a small bone.

Jake perked up immediately, doing everything but wagging his tail with pleasure. He pushed his chest out a bit.

“Let’s go, partner. Hey, I’ll even let you drive.”

Sara grabbed the keys with a mock growl and headed out of the office with Jake following right behind her. She bumped into a fellow detective in the process, almost knocking his coffee out of his hand.

“Christ, Pezzini. Don’t you ever say sorry?” The detective snarled as he wiped coffee off his hand. Another Officer passing by piped in.

“Pezzini? No way. Two words you’ll never hear from her. Sorry and Thanks.”

As Sara stood there in shocked silence the two laughed at their own witty comments and headed away.

“Assholes.” Jake muttered by her side. “Ignore them, Sara. Just ignore them.”

“Right. Hey, I can’t dish it out if I don’t expect to take it can I?” Smiling falsely at Jake she continued out to the car. “You know what, Jake? Why don’t you drive? I’m kinda tired still.”

Smiling broadly, Jake slid into the driver’s seat and kept up a stream of conversation as he drove to the restaurant. Sara nodded once or twice in mechanical response, but her mind kept turning back to the other officer’s words.

“…words you’ll never hear from her…Thanks.” The statement kept echoing through Sara’s mind. Repeating itself again and again; until it was only one word she kept hearing “Thanks”.

“Hey Jake.” Interrupting his conversation, Sara turned to him. “Do me a favor, stop by the card shop on the way to restaurant, will ya? There’s something I need to do.”

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