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John (love_doctor) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2011-02-06 11:30:00

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february 2011

Who: Rory and Mal
What: An unexpected visit
When: February 5th, late evening (after this)
Where: Rory's dream!
Rating: T for Tearjerker. Also for Tissues, since we needed them while we wrote this. Also E, for Everyone Saw This Coming (subsequently, O for Oops).
Status: Complete

Rory didn’t often have trouble sleeping, but tonight was the exception to the rule. He never should’ve put that poem in his journal. Really, the only reason he’d done it in the first place was because Eisen had bugged him to and now... now things were just a mess. Eisen was inexplicably mad at him (okay... maybe not so inexplicably, given how evasive he’d been. Still, Eisen would probably be even angrier if he ever found out that what Rory had told him was a lie). And now Mal suspected. No. That wasn’t even accurate. Mal more than suspected, she knew, and that thought made him terribly, awfully uneasy. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mal not to tell anyone (all he could do now was trust her, after all), but he certainly didn’t trust her not to meddle. He wasn’t exactly sure how, but Mal was just... the meddling type. He welcomed sleep when it finally came, although the dream he was thrown into was rather bittersweet.

Unlike his happier dreams, this one found him without functioning legs, although his chair was nowhere to be seen. Rory sat on a comfortable bench, his useless limbs dangling off of it precariously, although he didn’t feel himself to be in any danger. There was nowhere to go, really; all he could do was look into the big, two-way mirror in front of him, gazing into a room without being seen from those inside it.

The room was familiar -- it was the living room of Eisen’s apartment. The man himself was sprawled out on his comfortable couch, holding Lexie gently in his arms. Rory couldn’t hear the conversation they were having, but he really didn’t need to; it was clear by their smile and their body language that whatever they were saying, it was cute. Rory gazed in, his one hand pressed against the glass and the other curled in a fist.

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inadreamworld
2011-02-06 02:20 pm UTC (link)

Mal was…well, getting used to her ability would be stretching it. She’d been practicing, though, and she’d learned that she could choose whose dream she ended up in if she consciously tried. Some nights she would try. Just to see what she could do. This was one of those nights. She didn’t like to do it, no. But her conversation with Rory had left quite a bit on her mind and she was sure that this was the only way she’d get any answers out of him. It bothered her, of course. Because handy as her talent had proven to be, what with its inevitable hand in her ending up with Ed, it was still an invasion of privacy, and one that Mal wasn’t particularly okay with.

Not to mention that it took from her sleep. She was conscious and aware of everything that she did when in a dream world, and she figured that conscious thought made her brain get less rest at night. The only good night’s worth of sleep she’d gotten recently were when Ed was with her.

That in itself was a testament to exactly how much she wanted to hear Rory confess his feelings for his best friend. As she’d mentioned, she’d suspected them for quite a long time, and Rory’s refusal to admit them to her over the journals had done little to dissuade her. As a matter of fact, it just spurred her on even more. And she needed to know. She needed to. So, as she appeared in Rory’s dream, sitting on a bench in the middle of a black room, she was hardly surprised.

“Hi, Rory,” she said softly, half-aware of the kind of dream she’d just stumbled into.

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love_doctor
2011-02-06 02:38 pm UTC (link)

Rory jumped when he became aware of Mal's presence and had to take a moment to steady himself on the bench before turning to speak to her. Given the nature of the dream, he could've easily fallen from the bench. Clearly, his subconscious had designed a trap for him -- there was nothing for him to do but sit on the bench and watch through the glass. The only real escape was to close his eyes, and Rory was finding even that difficult. Even when Mal appeared (inexplicably, just as she had last time) before him it took him a moment to rip his eyes away from the scene that was unfolding before his eyes on the other side of the glass.

"Hey Mal," he murmured softly, clearly less taken aback by her presence than he was before. Part of this was that he’d been desensitized to it a bit by her previous appearance in his dream, but the bigger reason lay in what he was dreaming about. He was clearly distracted, his eyes kept slipping back to the glass. "What brings you here this fine evening?" Like he even needed to ask. Rory's voice was gentle and held no bitterness, although there was a deep note of sadness that lingered in his tone. If Mal somehow really was here, then she was an even faster meddler than he'd given her credit for. But hey, it wasn't so strange, was it? He'd just manipulated Fiona and Sebastian into making out. Why couldn't Mal have shown up in his dream? Stranger things had happened.