Re: Eames/Holly: dreaming
The captain, Mr. H, didn't really want to be gainsaid. He wasn't very a good team player, in that he'd never been a team player until recently, and he was still kinda figuring it out how it worked. There was one thing the boy did know, and that was that being a good team player with one person? Wasn't going to change him and make him that way with the rest of the world. The captain that was gone, he had been a good person in a zillion ways that this captain was not, and this moment right here? Wasn't changing that, like, at all.
"Are you crazy? What's the benefit in that? Both? Then you get the treasure too, and for what? I'm already taking the risk of going through." His eyes narrowed, this boy that had grown up much too quickly. "I'm not stupid. Both or neither? No way. I go alone, and you get nothing." Because neither? Not an option. He needed the money, and if it was going to take going through the portal to get it? He'd go. He needed the money. There were bills to pay, but more importantly he had to get the last captain back.
To that end, he shoved at E. In that moment, the boy was not a boy. He wasn't even a teen. 6'2, tall, thick, he shoved hard. And once/if he'd made an impact? He turned and made for the portal and his money.
The thing, the portal, was hot as he neared it. Fire emanating from it uncomfortably, and the puddle of sweat that followed the young man the captain had become turned into more than a puddle. They were listing again, as they'd been at the offset. Listing hard left, and seawater sloshed at their feet, but the captain knew that sometimes? You had to just do things that fucking sucked. So, like he'd done since he was young, he screwed his eyes together, and he ran into the portal and its burning heat.
His scream? Was a very real, tangibly pained thing. It was the kind of scream you felt in your teeth, and it was also the kind of dream that woke someone up in a sweat and frantically gasping for air.
And that was what the boy-captain did. In his bed, tangled in soaked sheets, he woke up screaming. And once he caught his breath, he flopped back on the bed and cursed. Fuck dreaming. Fuck dreaming.