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Las Vegas, Tuesday night
Jul. 13th, 2010 09:40 pmIf you dream them, they will come...
The words quietly echoed through Isabel's head as she woke up, straining to remember the details of the dream she'd been having. She'd been in the Crashdown eating pie with Alex as they laughed, held hands and watched Liz and Maria serve plates of food to alien looking tourists.
She wasn't sure why the dream disturbed her as much as it did. It wasn't a nightmare. Isabel knew nightmares. They might not happen as much anymore, but every once in while, she still dreamed of Kivar, or relived being kidnapped. But this was no nightmare, instead Isabel smiled, she might not remember the words they exchanged, but she could still feel the warmth and contentment she'd felt sitting at the table.
Isabel sighed and turned restlessly, unable to help feeling guilty as a Wyatt's arm tightened around her. It seemed wrong to be dreaming about Alex when Wyatt was the one there with her. Carefully, Isabel slipped from the bed. Maybe a cup of tea would help her settle down so she could go back to sleep.
The words quietly echoed through Isabel's head as she woke up, straining to remember the details of the dream she'd been having. She'd been in the Crashdown eating pie with Alex as they laughed, held hands and watched Liz and Maria serve plates of food to alien looking tourists.
She wasn't sure why the dream disturbed her as much as it did. It wasn't a nightmare. Isabel knew nightmares. They might not happen as much anymore, but every once in while, she still dreamed of Kivar, or relived being kidnapped. But this was no nightmare, instead Isabel smiled, she might not remember the words they exchanged, but she could still feel the warmth and contentment she'd felt sitting at the table.
Isabel sighed and turned restlessly, unable to help feeling guilty as a Wyatt's arm tightened around her. It seemed wrong to be dreaming about Alex when Wyatt was the one there with her. Carefully, Isabel slipped from the bed. Maybe a cup of tea would help her settle down so she could go back to sleep.
