I had the strangest dream last night. Title: I Had the Strangest Dream Last Night Author: escapist_art Pairing: DM/OC Word Count: 1306 Rating This Chapter: PG13 Disclaimer: I do not know Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd, this is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives. Summary: Dom has a disturbing dream. Author's Notes: This is one of my first shared stories.
Dom stood at the sliding glass door at the back of his house looking at the storm clouds as they rolled in, dark and foreboding. He could see the waves rolling and crashing into the shore, the intensity growing by the minute. The weather report he had just watched moments ago warned of a serious thunderstorm heading his way.
He was in an odd mood tonight himself, as dark and intense as the storm itself. Leaning one hand on he wall next to the door, he stood for the longest time, lost in thought as the expected storm became ever more violent. The branches of the trees that he could see from where he stood were whipping about wildly, leaves and small pieces being torn away and tossed into the darkening sky.
The wedding invitation had come today in the mail, and even though it wasn't unexpected, it still got to him deep inside. It should be his name on it, he should be the one getting married, and it pained him that it wasn't. If only, if only... he kept thinking to himself, wishing that he could go back and fix things, correct the misunderstandings and expose the lies that destroyed his last relationship. He knew the truth, had recently discovered the betrayals, but it was too late now.
As he watched the growing violence of the storm it occurred to him that he wanted to be the storm, wanted to be able to lash out like that and just tear things limb from bloody limb. He wasn't like that though, he wouldn't destroy anything just for the sake of getting his emotions out of his system. Instead he watched nature do it for him, taking a grim satisfaction in destruction by proxy.
After more than an hour the violent storm cleared away, leaving an impressive path of devastation behind it. The winds had been the strongest Dom had seen since coming to the island, and had in fact torn his satellite dish right off of his house. Watching it flying through the air and nearly coming right through the sliding glass door where he was standing had scared him almost out of his skin. It had happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react. Thankfully it had crashed against the wall outside instead, and now lay there like a tossed aside toy.
Now that the storm was over he decided to go out and check on the satellite dish, as well as the place on his house where it was meant to be. He wondered if he had any shingles left on his roof since he had seen one or two fly past during the storm. Leaving the door open, he went over and looked at the dish, picking it up and examining the damage. It was seriously dented on one side, and rather twisted overall, which meant that he would have to buy a new one and have it installed. Dropping it with an irritated sigh, he looked back out at the shore.
He noticed something then, it appeared to be some kind of large fish or ocean mammal washed up on the shore near an outcropping of rocks. Fearing that it might be a small whale or a dolphin, he rushed out to have a look, growing more uneasy the closer that he came to the creature. The tail portion, which was all that he could see from this angle, was unlike any that he had seen before. The tail itself was an odd iridescent color in hues of blue, green, purple, and gold. As he rounded the rock outcropping his breath caught in his throat, and he wondered for a moment if he hadn't gotten hit in the head by the satellite dish after all.
There, laying on the sand, wreathed in long, loose strands of seaweed, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, except that the bottom half of her was that of a fish. Standing there, sure he was out of his mind, Dom looked her over from head to tail fin. She was framed against the sand in a shimmering mass of long, curling blond hair. Her face, which was turned toward him, was so delicate that it reminded him of elvin features. Every detail was that of a classic beauty and he was captivated, finding himself kneeling over her without remembering having moved to her.
Long, delicate fingers brushed the strands of her hair from her face, and then he touched her shoulder, shaking her softly at first, and then more firmly. When her eyes fluttered open she gave him a look of shock and horror, scrambling at the sand to get away from him, trying with all of her might to get back to the water. Except that one of her arms didn't seem to be working properly, and gave her obvious pain when she tried to use it. Wanting to help her, and afraid that she would hurt herself trying to get away, Dom went and stood between her and the tide, holding his hands up in a stop gesture.
Panic in her eyes, they flew from him, to the blocked path back to the ocean, and back again. He pointed at her, and then at her arm, and then at his own arm. Holding his fists together side by side, he made a breaking motion, then pointed at her arm again, his face pulling into a pained expression. She was more interested in the path back to the ocean and getting away from him than his hand gestures, but after he repeated them patiently a few times, he finally got her attention.
Watching him, her hand went to her arm, feeling over an area between her shoulder and her elbow, wincing at the slightest touch. Dom knelt in the sand again, pointing at her arm, then out at the ocean, and making swimming motions while shaking his head no. Looking at him as he repeated the pantomime several times, she had a sudden look of understanding. "You can't swim like that for long, love," he said to her, shaking his head no again. Sitting in the sand and watching him, she shook her head no, pointing at the ocean with her good arm, then touching her lip with her forefinger as she appeared to think on what she should do.
Not really knowing how to tell her to let him take care of her, he just put his hand to his chest and gave her as sympathetic a look as he could, hoping that she would understand that he just wanted to help. Standing again, he moved slowly toward her, not wanting her to get freaked out by him again. When she made no move to get away, he leaned in and scooped both of his arms under her, her good arm flying up to go around his neck. She didn't weight as much as he had expected, which was a good thing, and he was able to carry her up to his house with little difficulty.
Turning sideways to take her through the sliding glass door, he carried her through his house to his bedroom, and through to the master bath. Carefully, he climbed up and into his large whirlpool bathtub, then settled her inside. The entire trip through his house her eyes had been everywhere at once, her neck twisting and craning to try to take in everything. The same went for the bathroom, and him. As soon as he set her down her eyes were drawn to his legs and she looked at them curiously. He sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his hand over his scruffy face. Now that he had her inside, he wasn't at all sure what to do with her.