Who: Jessica and Klaus What: Jessica wakes up with the bathroom sink When: This morning Where: Klaus's house Ratings/warning: Low/none Status: Complete
Jessica hadn’t meant to fall asleep at Klaus’s place. Casual sex was one thing, but sleeping over was an entirely different thing. But she’d drank a bit too much, and she’d ended up passing out.
She’d started dreaming, though she hadn’t talked about it much. After all, her dreams were more or less the same as what had happened in real life, the exception being the dream fragments where she’d woken up on an operating table being experimented on, or when she’d been attacked by what looked like a monster. But those had been just that - fragments - and she couldn’t be sure that they were Dreams, or just regular, run of the mill, I Was A Teenage Experiment nightmares.
But after those dream fragments had come moving in with the Walkers, and that had all been distressingly familiar. A couple of small changes, here and there, but mostly the same. At least until tonight. Trish and her mother had been having another fight, and Jessica had been in the bathroom, moving in all her stuff. And then, just like that, she’d snapped the sink in half. Even in her dream, she knew that there was no way that a teenager girl should be able to life an 150 pound sink over her head with one hand, but she could even see herself in the mirror.
And then Trish had walked in and had seen the whole thing. Jessica woke up just as she convinced Trish not to tell her mother.
But waking up wasn’t pleasant. It was worse than the hangover she normally woke up with. There was a weight on her chest, a crushing weight, and she couldn’t breath, and she’d only just woken up and already white spots were floating in front of her eyes, threatening a loss of consciousness. She pushed at her chest, and found there the marble sink, but she couldn’t move it, and was this how she died? Lying in some guy’s bed, crushed by a dream sink?
It had been a few days since Klaus returned to his home. He still hadn’t mentioned what had happen in Falls Church to anyone, even Freya. While he crashed at Tyler’s place he continued his killing spree even without Tyler by his side. It was the only way to get his rage out. And now that he was home? There were still a few kills a night. But he needed something else to keep him satisfied. Sex. It was a department he never lacked in and he wasn’t going to start now. There had been some one night stands, but tonight he was with an old favorite. Jessica.
The brunette usually didn’t stay the night. Which was how Klaus preferred it, but somehow she had fallen asleep and Klaus decided not to wake her. He was evil, but he wasn’t rude. Okay he was rude, but he enjoyed sleeping with Jessica and wasn’t about to do anything to risk their arrangement.
He rolled over in his sleep when his arm hit something hard. Something that shouldn’t be in his bed. He woke up suddenly alert only to find a large marble sink on Jessica’s chest. “What the hell, love?” Klaus asked as he easily picked up the sink tossing it aside where it landed across the room, crashing into the wall with a loud bang. Whoops, hopefully that soundproofing spell was still working for Freya. If she was even home tonight. He hadn’t checked.
As the weight left her chest, Jessica rolled to her side, gulped in a deep breath of air, and then coughed. After a moment, she was able to breath again, breathing in the air as though she had never done anything more sweet.
“A little something from my dream,” Jessica answered when she trusted herself to speak again. She sought the sink with her eyes, and spotted it lying on the other side of the room. She had felt how heavy it was. She hadn’t been able to budge it herself, and she turned to Klaus, the question in her eyes. “How did you do that?” she asked.
While Jessica struggled to catch her breath, Klaus briefly wondered if he should offer his blood. It looked at though Jessica was recovering fine on his own. The sink briefly crushing her wasn’t going to kill her. Therefor his blood wasn’t needed.
“No shit,” Klaus replied. Because why the hell else would a sink be in his room? He sure as hell knew Jessica didn’t arrive with it. And he was also well aware of what the dreams could do. What they could manifest.
“You dream about sinks often?” he questioned with a small smirk on his face already over the whole Jessica being crushed incident. He moved on quickly. “Ah,” he replied in answer to her question. “I’m strong.” Obviously. The reason as to why? Well she didn’t need to know that just yet. Not until he got some answers about the sink.
Obviously Klaus was strong. Supernaturally strong, if you asked Jessica. Kind of like she was turning out to be in the dreams.
“Couldn’t tell you,” Jessica said, because she hadn’t been dreaming long enough to know if sinks would be an everyday occurance. At least, any more than a sink was in a normal day. “I broke this one,” she said. “And then I lifted it up over my head. Christ, I was just a kid and I could hold it there with one hand.” It sounded completely insane, saying it out loud. How was that even possible?
It sounded like Jessica had super strength as well. In the dreams at least. Clearly not here. It did not sound insane at all to Klaus. “Sounds like you’re pretty strong yourself,” he commented. “In the dreams. It will probably carry over here eventually.”
“At least there’s that,” Jessica deadpanned. Her dreams had hardly been a walk in the park so far, she might as well get something out of them. Even if she wasn’t exactly sure if she wanted super strength, or even how she came about it. She had obviously never had it as a child. It would have had to have been when she was in the hospital, but what kind of sicko experimented on children?
“So, are you going to tell me how you got yours, or am I just going to have to make something up?”
“From the dreams,” Klaus replied. It wasn’t lost on him that she hadn’t told him how she got her strength in the dreams. But even without that he wasn’t about to tell one of the women he enjoyed sleeping with that he was the most powerful being alive. He’d rather not risk the good sex.
“Thanks, I hadn’t thought of that,” Jessica said cheekily, slipping back into her underwear and then looking for her pants. It was getting later though, and, well, next-morning banter really wasn’t her thing.
Klaus also wasn’t one for much talk. But they were at his place and he wasn’t going to be the one leaving. “A conversation for another time, love,” he replied. Though he doubted it would ever come up again. He and Jessica weren’t exactly the talking type. “Help yourself to some bourbon before you go.” Figuring she needed it after being crushed by a sink.
If he was just going to offer it, well, Jessica couldn’t exactly say no. She finished getting dressed, pulling her tanktop down over her stomach, and made her way to Klaus’s bar to help herself to a healthy swig of bourbon from the bottle.