dyson (terence fowler) (bigwolfpants) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-05-05 06:22:00 |
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Dyson woke with a gasp, unsure for a moment about just where he was. It was disorienting, the rush of memories that came to him while he slept. They presented as dreams, but even if those hazy moments after waking, he recognized that they were so much more than that. It was too much for a person to just dream up in one night, for one thing. Even as he started to wake, Dyson's mind was reeling with everything he'd experienced in his sleep. Bo. How could he have forgotten her? Maybe the dreams, the memories would have been less unsettling if that had been the worst of it, but it wasn't. On the heels of that came other memories. Hale dying, his funeral. Kenzi sacrificing herself. Showing his emotions wasn't something Dyson did often or easily, but as he sat there now trying to recover from that rush of memories, from the emotions they stirred up. It took him a moment to adjust, to remember that he wasn't home. He was in New York, where he and Kenzi had been for months. God, Kenzi. Dyson was up in an instant, bursting into her room without another moment's thought. If he'd stopped to think about it first, he might have realized it was insane. He might have at least stopped to throw a shirt on. At the moment, though, the only thing he could think about was getting in there to make sure that she was still there. To make sure she was all right. |