Title:  In Dreams, Chapter 1

Author: Dillon heckthecat@yahoo.com.au

Archive: If you want it, it's yours. Just send me a link.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except some Metal Gear Solid action figures, but they don't appear in this story.

Rating: Still G

Category: L/R
Note from author: Nothing still happens. Short, but my beta liked it :)

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~*~*~In Dreams~*~*~

~*~Chapter 1~*~

 (forever alone, forever dark)

He woke in a cold sweat.

Every morning.

Every morning, the sensation of cold, dark, alone, remembered pain, evil.

He never remembered the dream, only the sensations.

And that was enough.

Enough to scare him to the root of his soul.

He never wanted to remember the dream itself.

Never.

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Remy dragged himself out of bed.

God, he hated mornings.

:: Stumble. bathroom. water. splash. mirror. ugh. toothpaste…. bleh. Hate mornings.::

Back in his room, stumbling through semidarkness.

He kept the lights always at a level approaching candlelight.

Not for atmosphere, or even because his eyes reacted badly to bright light, but because total dark frightened him.

He could never explain why (not that he’d want to), but real, true darkness always gave him cold chills, and a vague impression of red shadows, pain, darkness, loneliness.

He always felt alone, but in the dark, it was immeasurably worse.

He yawned and yanked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. May as well start the day.

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Logan was already up.

Had been for hours, watching the sun rise.

As he always did.

It was reassuring, knowing the sun would always rise to dispel the shadows.

Shadows unnerved him, they could hide anything.

They were an unknown. Unpredictable, unplottable.

If anyone had asked, he’d have been hard put to answer.

Some vague notion about red shadows and being alone.

He wasn’t sure he understood it himself.

There was really only one person who could know what he meant.

And he wasn’t asking.

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