TITLE: Thing of Nightmares TIME/DAY: Afternoon/May 3 TAKES PLACE AFTER/BEFORE: After Everything CHARACTERS: Dalton; OTA WARNINGS: Defaults
He’d been sleeping at his desk, again, probably for the forth time this week. Worry ridden for his friend that somehow no one knew of; the two had just been that sneaky about it. Now that was working to their disadvantage, not that it mattered but one could worry about it. Just like Dalton could worry about himself. Even in the Hub he felt like he was being watched by someone…someone he didn’t want to be watched by just because she was that much of a psychotic bitch in his eyes. Half of him could be mean, say that she’d ruin his life with all of this. Half of him was pretty sure that even though this was happening he was happy. Even when he still wanted to kill the other half…Margaret.
But he wasn’t focusing on tracking her down. He was focused on tracking Aeryn down, than again, he could just see it as being some sort of cat. She was satisfied before just skiaddling once again. He frowned just a tiny bit as he slept, brow furrowing and snoring ever so lightly. So he was really tired. He’d always been sure that he was never caught sleeping on the job. Last time he did he had a dream sort of life Aliens…the baby bursting out of his stomach and wrecking havoc on the world. Not very pleasant he had to say that much. No, that dream was scary. But the new one was warped, a woman’s voice whispering into his ear in French before his mind just clicked.
“Oh…Dalton.” Margaret’s voice caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up before he felt someone’s fingers threading through his hair, feeling the smile cross the thing’s face as he took in a deep breath. Clearly, while he was asleep? He looked frightened even than…eyes shut but still radiating the ‘deer in the headlights’ vibe. He shuddered, physically, as the French woman studied him with amusement in her eyes. “I’m coming for you…” She murmured against the shell of his ear and he slipped out of his chair and hit the ground with a low thud. He was…just going to stay here for a bit. If that was alright with anyone; covering his head with his hands and sniffling a little.