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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 4/??
Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters.  I'll return them safe and sound...although they may be a bit traumatized...

A/N: This is a very short little chapter.  If all goes as planned, I'll be posting Chapter 5 tonight as well.


The dreams came, and they were vivid, more vivid than ever. She was struggling against him, doing what she hadn't done that night in New Bern. If she could get away from him - but it was no use. She was screaming, crying for help, pleading with the men to stop -

"You're safe. It's over. You're dreaming. Wake up. You're safe. It's over. It wasn't your fault. Wake up."

DreamHeather frowned, pausing in her struggles. That voice had never been there before.

"Jake?" she questioned.

There was a pause. Then, "Yes. You're safe. It's over. You're dreaming. Wake up."

And now she could see Jake on the other side of the bars, but he looked...odd. Like he was blurred at the edges. And she was free from the handcuffs, standing at the bars and staring at him with sad eyes.

"Where were you?" she said. "You never came looking for me. You didn't even send a message to check on me."

"Shush. That doesn't matter right now. You're dreaming. Wake up."

"It does matter, Jake. I thought you were my friend. Did you even wonder about me? What about Emily? Did she ever ask about me? Or were you both just glad I was gone?"

Another pause, and Heather frowned as Jake seemed to shift and change into...someone she couldn't quite see. She blinked and it was Jake again, staring at her with sad brown eyes.

"I'm sure that wasn't the case," he finally replied. "You should wake up now, Heather."

"I could have loved you," she whispered. "I was halfway there."

"Oh, God. Please, wake up, Heather."

And Heather blinked, and Jake morphed into Beck, in full army uniform. He was standing in front of her with his arms crossed, his face stoic, his eyes watchful, and she was out of the jail cell. Heather felt relief flood through her, and she gave him the wide smile she seldom showed him. "Oh, Beck - thank God! What happened to Jake?"

"Jake had to leave. You're dreaming, Heather. Wake up."

"I'm dreaming?" she said with surprise.

"Yes. You really should wake up. Now."

Heather moved closer, mesmerized by Beck's brown eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," she said softly.

He paused.  "Thank you. Wake up."

"You look nice in your uniform," she said shyly.

There was a longer pause, and Beck, seemed to become more still and watchful, although his expression didn't change.  "Thank you," he finally responded. "You're dreaming, Heather."

"But I like you better out of it," she said, and Beck was standing in front of her in his jeans and sneakers and nothing else. She sighed happily and reached out her hands and placed them on his chest.

"Oh, boy." Beck muttered. "You'd better wa-"

She pressed her lips against his and sensuously stroked his bare chest, her hands exploring the muscles and smooth skin she had been watching for days.

Heather became aware that Beck was passive against her lips and under her hands. She broke the kiss, and blinked at him.

"Don't you want me either?" She asked, her voice sad.

"Where are you, Heather?" Beck replied, his voice strained.

"I'm - " she looked around. "I'm with you. We're in a hallway somewhere - although why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Beck gave a groaning laugh. "You're still asleep, Heather."

"Oh," she said, "okay," and hurtled into the blackness of dreamless sleep.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 6th, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
All Hail the Grand Poobah!
Mood: mischievous

indeed you were (are?) :)

Nov. 6th, 2008 02:12 am (UTC)
Re: All Hail the Grand Poobah!
:D :D :D
Nov. 6th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)
Re: All Hail the Grand Poobah!
Whoops - that didn't quite work out the way I meant it to -

We'll try this:

Nov. 6th, 2008 02:49 am (UTC)
y'know, next morning is either going to be very, very nice or very, very awkward.

Looks like it's going to be awkward as hell.
Nov. 7th, 2008 02:04 am (UTC)
Looks like it's going to be awkward as hell.

For many reasons... LOL
Nov. 6th, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)
"I could have loved you," she whispered. "I was halfway there."

"Oh, God. Please, wake up, Heather."

Desperate much Major?

"Jake had to leave. You're dreaming, Heather. Wake up."

"I'm dreaming?" she said with surprise.

I love that when 'Jake' was telling her to wake up she ignored the fact and didn't listen but as soon as Beck said it, she absorbed it. :)

"Where are you, Heather?" Beck replied, his voice strained.

"I'm - " she looked around. "I'm with you. We're in a hallway somewhere - although why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Poor Beck. I'm half tempted to ask for Beck's half of this adventure. I bet it'd be hilarious and painful!

Off to last chapter
Nov. 7th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
Poor Beck. I'm half tempted to ask for Beck's half of this adventure. I bet it'd be hilarious and painful!

There have been several times during the writing of this fic where I've cursed the fact that this is only from Heather's POV - because I agree with you!! Poor guy. Such a gentleman, too. :-D
Nov. 7th, 2008 05:43 pm (UTC)
I wholeheartedly suggest having a short companion story :-D
Nov. 8th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)
oooohhhh, look at the cute little plot bunny, just sitting ri-i-i-i-i-ght there...

I'll see what I can do to catch the poor little furry thing. ;)
Nov. 10th, 2008 12:49 pm (UTC)
quick! set a trap for it... :)
Nov. 11th, 2008 08:06 pm (UTC)
I've been so focused on getting the next part of the story done, this particular plot bunny may have hopped away for now...or not. :) We'll see how it goes today.
Nov. 11th, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
i don't think that particular plot bunny got away... i'm sure it's been trapped by one of your fans, and will be released sometime when you least expect it :)
Nov. 12th, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
LOL - I can still see his cute fuzzy tail in the distance; it's just getting close enough to him... Maybe tomorrow morning on the bus. ;)

And I have fans!! I never thought of it that way before. Thanks!! :-D
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