Who: Kira Ford, featuring a guest star from her home town of Reefside. What: Having a very strange dream about home. When: Middle of the night. Duh, that's when most people dream. Where: Her room at Isis. Rating: R, for language. Status: Complete narrative.
"Kira?"
"Wha?" Kira opened her eyes to see someone staring down at her. At first she thought it was Sam...but then she realized a friend of hers had just gotten a little hotter since the last time she saw him. "Conner?"
"You okay?" He helped her up to her feet, and as he did, she realized she wasn't in L.A. anymore. She was back in New York, in front of her apartment building.
"Uh...yeah, I think." It was odd. This city was supposed to be home, yet she felt so out of place. Why was she back here? Had The Powers That Be decided they didn't need her anymore?
Conner looked concerned. "What were you doing just laying there? Did you hit your head?" He began carefully combing through her hair with his fingertips, searching for the alleged head wound. She swatted at his forearms enough to convince him to stop, but a slight grin played at her lips.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
He crossed his arms. "Try me."
Kira paused only for a second. "I spent the last four months in an alternate version of Los Angeles fighting vampires and demons alongside the likes of the Winchesters and The Flash."
"...you're right, that sounds weird...but after all the things we've seen, I can believe it." He paused a moment before his forehead scrunched thoughtfully. "Wait, you knew The Flash?"
"Yeah, Bart Allen."
At that, Conner looked a little disappointed. "I was hoping for Wally West."
"Who?"
Conner rolled his eyes. "You'd think after all that time you'd spent with Trent you'd know something."
Normally a comment like that would get him smacked upside the head, but it actually made Kira smile. It had been far to long since she'd seen him.
"So," he said, moving forward with his trademark smug grin, "did you miss me?"
"...actually...yeah, I did..."
Before she knew it, before she could really even think about it, her arms were around his neck and her lips pressed against his. He tensed at first, but quickly relaxed and returned the kiss with passion.
Kira jerked awake, panting slightly, sweat trickling into her hair. She looked around. Still at Isis.
"What the fuck was that about?!" she asked quietly to absolutely no one. Stupid Charlie, taking away her man, making her so frustrated she was dreaming about Conner fuckin' McKnight. She really should have punched that bitch when she had the chance.