I&#39;m A Darker Dream That Has No Ending

Cole wasn't sleeping very well since he was picking up on Sam's distress, too. "I'm awake," he murmured, sitting up. "I'll go find him, okay? You stay here."

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She shook her head. "I'm going with you, Cole. Something is wrong."

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"Sweetheart, you're pregnant now, you can't just rush into unknown danger," Cole said, starting to get out of bed.

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"What's better, love," she asked, trying not to flail. "Me staying here when we're feeling all of this and freaking out because both of you are gone and I'm here alone... or going with you where you can keep me safe and I'm not a basketcase?"

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Something was indeed wrong, judging from the muffled thump of something -- or someone -- hitting the wall and sliding to the floor downstairs just after the front door slammed shut.

The wave of disbelief and fear that likely resonated through the bond didn't do much to contradict that possibility, either.

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Cole grabbed a robe and handed Phoebe hers. Once she was out of bed and covered, he took her hand and shimmered them downstairs to the front hallway. "Sam?" he said. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

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Phoebe looked around and then went to kneel next to Anders. "Were you attacked?"

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Sam's knees were drawn up to his chest, his arms folded on his knees, and his face buried in his arms. He shook his head slowly before he looked up.

"Not attacked. Not really."

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"What the hell happened?" Cole demanded, moving beside Sam as well. "And don't say nothing because you know we can feel it."

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Phoebe nodded, looking very determined though her eyes were full of worry.

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"Was at the shop," Sam mumbled. "Don't know -- the music -- drew me there. Had to follow it."

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Cole exchanged a glance with Phoebe. "Can you do a spell to get that damn thing out of his head?" he asked quietly.

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"Yeah, I've been researching and think I have a good way to do it."

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"No. Don't need to," Sam said, and rubbed at his temple. "It's gone now."

He wasn't being very forthcoming with information today.

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Cole gave Sam That Look. No, not the "come hither" look, but the "you better spit it out now or I'm going to kick your ass" look.

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Considering that Phoebe was getting more and more anxious from the small bits of information, she might start trying to shake it out of him.

"Anders? What happened?"

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Sam knew that look, and he wasn't in much shape to resist.

"Couldn't sleep, the music was keeping me up," he said haltingly. "Got up, went out, started wandering . . . ended up in the shop for some reason. There was this . . . little carved statue, sorta like the altar figures back in the Colonies. Picked it up, and I saw this --"

He snorted. "Saying I saw my life flash before my eyes is so cliché, but swear to gods that's what it was. Or . . . what it would've been. If I wasn't here."

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"What kind of life?" Cole said. "What happened?"

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Phoebe looked from Anders to Cole and there was definitely concern in her eyes. The spell bond plus her empathy was letting her know that whatever Anders had seen, it hadn't been good.

"Sweetie? What did you see?"

No, she wasn't near flail mode again... really.

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"She wasn't that crazy," Sam muttered. "That stuff did happen like she said. And like those dreams I used to have. Being on Caprica when the bombs hit, marrying Kara . . . executing people in secret . . . finding out I'm a Cylon . . . they were gonna kill me . . ."

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"You're not a Cylon," Cole insisted. "You're not evil. I would know. I'd sense it."

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"You are one of the least evil people I have ever met, Anders. I don't care what Cally said, she was nuts and you are not evil!" Something he said caught up to her and she paled. "Kill... kill you?"

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"Yeah. Gonna kill me for bein' a Cylon. 's the last thing I remember, being about to get airlocked." Sam raised his head and looked at them, his eyes almost freakishly intense. "When have I ever gotten sick? Have you ever known me to have so much as a cold?"

Edited Date: 2008-06-20 04:50 pm (UTC)

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"You've been sick," Cole said, reaching out a hand and resting it on Sam's shoulder. "Hung over. I've seen it. And nobody's going to kill you, because they'd have to get through us first, and that's not going to happen."

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