Cam (gottahavemyfun) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-13 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~cameron crossgrove, ~princeton jagger |
Who: Cam and Jag
What: Cam rushes to see Jag after they experience a shared nightmare
When: Wednesday, February 13th, 2018; Pre-dawn
Where: Jag's room
Rating: Medium/High for trauma related to car accidents, death of family members, possibly more
Living in someone's head had some benefits. It meant an intimacy greater than most could ever understand. Your thought and feeling was transmitted, even if it wasn't directly felt to the other one. There was this feeling of someone always there, like a comforting hand on your shoulder. They always knew what was going on. They always knew how you really felt. What was really wrong.
It took time, but they learned to filter out the generality of life. Not everything got through, but if it was needed, the other could dig. They were open books to each other.
There was a problem with that. It wasn't just when they were awake. They weren't there to guard their thoughts and feelings. The first time they really noticed this little issue was when a particularly strong wet dream happened. Needless to say it was awkward. Lust wasn't the only 'strong' emotional dream that made it through the bond. Nightmares always seemed to be transmitted to the other.
Thus, Cam was not caught off guard when the familiar scene started to play out. She was sitting in the front seat of Jag's car. Mira was in the back. They were carrying on with a conversation about the party, still riding high on how great it had been.
"Not again..." she muttered as she tried to grab onto Jag's arm. "JAG! JAG LISTEN TO ME!" She shook his arm, trying to help him realize what was going on. "JAG THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS-"
Too late. The headlights were getting brighter and brighter.
"JAG!"
The next thing she knew she was vaulted through windshield as the other car rammed into them head first. She woke up before she hit the pavement. There was a thing sheen of cold sweat covering her body as she panted heavily. Her whole body shook with terror that was not her own. She wobbled as she threw off the covers and all but ran to his room. She bumped into more than a few pieces of furniture, cursing as she went. Thoughts to either of their unit mates sleep was the last thing on her mind.
"Jag!" She said hurling the door open the door as she climbed into bed with him. "Jag. I'm here. I'm here. It was a nightmare. I'm okay. I'm here... I'm okay." She grabbed his hands and immediately placed them on her face. "I'm here."