Agent Washington (completelysane) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-07-14 06:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent washington |
Who Agent Washington
What Wash awakens from his second dream to the start of the apocalypse.
Where Dreamscape / Wash’s apartment
When Early Morning July 14
Rating/Warnings Low to medium; Death of a loved one
Status complete
Wash was dreaming again.
There was no video camera this time. There was no laughing. There was no joking. He had never known pain quite like this.
Allison wasn’t coming home. She would never be coming home.
Wash stood stock still in the middle of his living room. There was a man in uniform standing in the entrance way. He looked official. Way too official to be visiting in the middle of the day. He looked somber. Far too somber.
He spoke words Wash heard but couldn’t quite understand their meaning.
“I’m very sorry, Dr. Church,” the man was saying. “There was an ambush...”
Allison. No.
“She wasn’t able to get to cover in time…”
No. No! No!
“She tried to fight…”
Stop. For the love of god don’t say it!
“She was killed.”
ALLISON!!
The man in the official uniform was still talking but the whole world had gone silent. All feeling in Wash’s body was gone. His legs were shaking and it was all he could do to keep from falling to his knees. A scream was building in his chest, threatening to surge up his throat. The only thing that kept it from escaping was knowing his daughter was upstairs in her room.
“I’m very sorry, Dr. Church.”
The man was gone. It was dark in the house. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. He hadn’t even noticed it was dark out.
He sat on the edge of his couch, head in his hands. He couldn’t understand what had happened. Allison was dead. Allison was dead. They had killed her. Those bastards had killed her! Those assholes had sent her to die!!
He was choking on his own sobs, trying desperately to keep them in so the girl upstairs wouldn’t hear. How was he ever going to tell Caroline her mother was gone? How were they ever going to make it without her?
There is no Allison.
No. There is an Allison.
There is no Allison.
He writhed on the couch with a pitiful groan. “Why her?” He asked as though the universe had an answer. “Why did it have to be her? Please, tell me why!”
There were no answers to give. There was no sense to it. There was only…
There is no Allison
Stop.
There is no Allison
Please stop
Sounds of footfalls made him look up. The girl was standing in the doorway. She was clutching a well-worn teddy bear to her chest and was staring at him with wide green eyes. “Daddy?” She looked so young. So scared. Oh god. How is he going to explain to her what had happened. That her mommy is never coming home. Even without the goodbye, Allison was gone forever.
There is no Allison
Shut up!
You are not Dr. Church
Am I losing my mind?
“Daddy…?”
He reached for the girl. “Caroline…”
She’s not your daughter, Wash
I can’t. I have to. I have...oh god, what’s happening to me?!
There. Is. No. Allison.
STOP IT!!
ALLISON!
*
A noise that had sounded disturbingly like a scream had catapulted Wash awake. The rawness of his own throat hinted that the scream had come from him.
His heart was beating at a breakneck pace. It took him a moment to realize that he was breathing at a pace to match. Like the last time, he lay still staring at the ceiling and his mind slowly, ever so slowly, caught up with his body.
A dream. A gooddamn Dream.
It took him another moment to realize there were tears in his eyes and he reached up to quickly wipe them away.
What the fuck was that?! These were supposed to be Dreams of another life. Gale had said these were memories of a different version of him. So why was something telling him that wasn’t him. No. Not something. Someone. Someone with his voice.
Wash pressed his hands to his eyes. His head was throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. Blindly he reached for the bedside table and fumbled around until his hand closed around the familiar shape of the bottle containing his migraine prescription. There was a few more moments of blind fumbling before he was able to get the bottle open and fish an oblong shaped pill out of it. He popped it in his mouth. It took a couple of gulping swallows before he had it forced down his throat. Then his arm flopped back to the bed. The bottle fell out of his hands and he heard it hit the floor. He had a vague notion that it rolled somewhere and he really should look over the side to be sure it hadn’t rolled somewhere stupid.
He couldn’t bring himself to move.
There was no nausea yet, which was a good sign. With any luck the migraine would ease up to a dull ache he could deal with and he could be coherent today. He needed to stay alert. Stay diligent. The storm that had been threatening since yesterday had finally started and it had started with a vengeance.
A crack of thunder that rattled the windows of his bedroom bolted him out of bed. Before he realized what he was doing he had reached the far side of his room and pulled his gun from its place in a drawer of his unused desk. He clicked off and was already down the hall to his living room when rational thought caught up with him. What the hell was he going to do? Shoot the thunder?
Wash slowly approached the living room windows hardly believing what he was seeing. He’d experienced bad storms before. High winds and lightning and thunder directly overhead was nothing new to him, but nothing compared to what he saw outside. It was as though the storm outside was rage personified.
Welcome to the OC, Wash. Welcome to the fuckery.