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Post by Maura Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 15:22:24 GMT -5
It was warm. It was warm and smelled good. Very good. Safe.
But then it was loud and hurt her ears. She shifted uncomfortable and whoever was holding her compensated for her movement. She opened her eyes and looked up. Nice. Daddy. She knew, this was her daddy. A tiny hand broke free of the blanket and she reached toward him.
The noise stopped. And it hurt. She hurt. Something inside her hurt. More than it had hurt to be born. Ow! Where was she? She had been talking to her for a long time now. Singing to her and talking to her and whispering to her. And she had been here just a minute ago. Where was she?!
Maura cried out. Momma! That's who she was! She was gone! She didn't want her to be gone! Momma was needed. Daddy was sad without Momma and she hurt! Something was making a loud noise again. Clattering and barking and snarling. Daddy was shouting something, saying a name, "Dean?! What the fuck, Dean!?"
Maura didn't like this at all. She wanted Momma. Stretching and strainging, she reached a hand out and pressed it to Momma. She pushed with whatever she could muster up. She wanted Momma from a few minutes ago, Momma alive and breathing and happy. That Momma. Where was she? Maura could bring her back, couldn't she?
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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 15:37:09 GMT -5
"Dean?! What the fuck, Dean!?"
He could hear Cian screaming out to him, but he was too scared to move. Suddenly the hellhound leaped forward, Dean offering his arm as a chewtoy for the moment as he tried to come up with some sort of plan. Loud screams filled the air. Who was screaming? Suddenly it dawned on him, he was screaming.
The pain was overwhelming as the dog's razor sharp teeth dug into the flesh of his arm, cracking at his radius and the ulna bones. He could feel them snapping, as he let out another scream. He couldn't hold him off. He could feel his strength dwindling to barely above nothing.
And then it happened.
His arm fell to his side as the dog jumped onto his chest, scratching and digging into him as if he was some kind of rare and delicious meat. He didn't have the energy to scream as his head turned, his eyes landing on Emma.
Slowly, his head turned again, looking up at the bright light above them in the ceiling. Thoughts of Harmony and Logan, and Regan filled him as pain spread throughout his entire body. His eye sight grew blurry and then...
Nothing.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 15:41:22 GMT -5
Just like that, her memories mattered again.
What the fuck just happened? She had no memory of anything, no recollection of what it was like being...dead. She was warm. Very warm. She was still tired, but not as sore. She felt...stronger. Like she could breathe. Yes, breath. She took in a long gulp of air, just to make sure. Was this happening? Wasn't she not supposed to be here?
Her eyes moved up to the monitor that she was still attached to. Yes. That was her heart. Her heart was beating. She was alive.
How?
The chaos of the room took her back a little. What was going on? How long had she been dead? There was her baby, in Cian's arms. And Dean on the ground, getting chewed and wrestled by a dog. It was like being reborn; seeing everything again for the first time. But she didn't know how to react.
She remained silent, staring.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 15:48:35 GMT -5
Over everything --over the dog barking and growling, Dean's shouts, the tic-a-tic of sharp nails on the floor-- there was the soft beep of the heart monitor.
Heart monitor.
Cian spun around. Emma breathing, Emma with her eyes open. Emma alive. But he had to be dreaming, because she had been pronounced dead and dead people didn't come back to life. They... Maura cried out. She stretched and strained and whimpered, reaching for Emma. Cian felt the tears on his eyes dry, his throat nearly closed up. What the hell? Who did he...
With the jerk of a hand, he sent the dog (dog?) flying against the opposite wall. Dean wasn't moving. But Emma was. "Emma!" He gasped, breathing heavy. "Dean!" He moved to Dean, shaking his shoulder. "Dean! What the hell?!"
His head turned, looked to his wife. "Emma?! Emma, can you hear me?!" Looking back to Dean and his mangled body, a curse dropped from his lips. "Can we get a fucking nurse or something in here?!" He called.
Maura stretched for her Momma.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 15:54:16 GMT -5
She could hear. She could see. A smile dropped to her lips. There was Cian--Cian, her husband. All of these new establishments seemed like the greatest revelations. But her smile faded away as she watched Dean lie motionless on the floor. What happened? Where had a dog come from? Why did it attack Dean? And, fuck, why didn't Dean fight back!? The whimper of a baby made her eyes shoot up to see her little girl reaching out for her. Emma smiled again, waving, unable to reach Cian to take her from his arms.
"Dean what the hell" was right. What the fuck was going on?
She grinned to Cian, sitting up, suddenly finding this strength. "Yeah, I can hear you," she chuckled. There was a clash between smiling because she was back but crying because Dean was in trouble. She frowned, pressing the call button on her bed.
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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 16:02:08 GMT -5
He was still screaming. But the hospital room had vanished, and all that was left was darkness.
He was tied down.. "SOMEBODY!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "HELP ME!"
The same growling noise came back, louder and louder. He could feel his flesh being ripped away again. Screams filled the darkness as he re-lived over and over how he had died.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:15:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, I can hear you."
Cian looked up from Dean and moved to Emma. "Emma. Emma, how are you alive? I mean, you were dead. How can you..." Maura squirmed impatiently and Cian put the little girl in her mother's arms. Pressing a hand to her cheek, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Pulling back, he moved to push his hand through her hair, but then saw the blood. The blood on his hands, Dean's blood.
"Fuck," he murmured. A doctor and two nurses entered and, looking around, demanded what was going on. Cian whirled to indicate the dog but found it gone. Holy crap. Dropping a last kiss to Emma's lips (because she was alive), he rubbed the back of his neck and moved to the nurse not tending to Dean. His mind was already spinning, formulating a story to tell them.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:29:19 GMT -5
"I don't have the slightest idea, but," she received Maura, pressing a firm kiss to Cian's lips, "I'm happy that I am." Because she was here. Holding the girl she thought she'd never hold. She could hum her a lullaby to get her to sleep, just like Cian had said...
But what about Dean? Where was he? How had his disappeared?
Her Empathy locked onto something she didn't make it. It hurt. She put a hand to her heart, closing her eyes and letting out a long breath. Jesus. Who the hell was suffering like that? It couldn't be Dean. She'd never let that happen. What had he done...?
She forced herself to let go so Cian didn't have a stroke from panicking, holding her baby close to her, gazing down at her with a lighthearted smile. "Hello, love." Emma pecked her forehead with a kiss, nuzzling her. "Look at your pretty face. Yeah, you see Mommy with those big green eyes of yours? Look just like your Daddy, you do. Yes, you do."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:39:13 GMT -5
The doctors left. They had bought his story, thank the Virgin Mary. He swallowed, looking to where Dean had been slumped just a minute ago. What the fuck was going on? Mopping at his face with one hand, he shook his head. He made his way to the bed, sinking into it. "Hey," he greeted softly. Dean was probably just at home. He had developed some power of transportation or something. He was fine. Cian had to believe that.
Focus on his wife and child. He ran a hand down Maura's cheek. "Hi there, baby doll. Look at you. You're gorgeous. Look at you." He stroked her tiny, bow-shaped lips. "You're a miracle baby, aren't you?" He couldn't explain it but he felt like Maura had something to do with Emma coming back to life.
--
Maura cooed at the sound of Momma's voice. Momma had a pretty voice. And a nice face. It was all just smudges to her, but she liked it. Safe, good, warm, gentle. Momma. And then another. Daddy. Daddy was talking. He was good too. She liked him. Daddy. Daddy and Momma. Good.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:44:07 GMT -5
Her eyes watched Cian more than Maura while he spoke, completely enchanted by him. She knew that before she had died she had been in love with him. Now it was like falling in love with him all over again, but it wasn't exactly starting over. Now she could kiss him, hold him, have a daughter with him. And she did just that, swinging an arm around his neck and pulling him closer, lips crashing together. Good God, it was wonderful to be alive.
However she had managed that to begin with...
Maura's baby sound caught her attention again and she shifted her in her arms to be a little more in between them so Cian could get a better look. "She's beautiful." The soft blonde hair, sparkling eyes. They seemed so interested in everything. "Look at Daddy, baby girl. Maura." It fit. It definitely fit. Colleen just...it wasn't right. Not for her. Maybe if they ever had another girl, but not her. She was their Maura Erin.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:55:20 GMT -5
Cian felt her eyes on him and looked up. He was just about to ask why she was staring at him when she had pulled him in for a fierce kiss. He returned it just as powerfully, resting a hand behind her head. She was alive. She was alive. He had been completely desolate for that short period that she was gone. But she was here and alive and only the baby between them was stopping him from taking her right there on the bed.
The baby.
His baby; their baby. He pulled away from Emma, passing her a smile before looking down at Marura. Maura Erin. Mo. He chuckled, stroking her cheek softly. "I love you, Maura Erin," he whispered to her. "I love you so much." He bent close, dropping a kiss to her little cheek.
And suddenly something struck him. Oliver. "Shit!" he cursed fiercely. He leapt up at that, running out to the hall. "Oliver?! Ollie!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:59:38 GMT -5
She smiled when he spoke to Mo, but just as quickly dashed out of the room to get their son. For a moment she chuckled, but then thought...maybe she was dead. Maybe this was what Heaven was--happiness. Healthy, alive. With her husband, her daughter, her son. But--no, that was impossible. Because Dean wasn't here. This couldn't be death.
Tears came to her eyes. She didn't want to be dead. But if she wasn't dead, that meant Dean was gone. Dean couldn't be gone. One of the tears slipped from her eye and raced down her cheek, falling onto Maura's forehead. She scoffed, wiping it off and kissing the spot it had landed.
"I love you so much." She brought her closer. "Just for being here."
Oliver had been left with a nurse earlier, but was worked up over the bustle he'd heard going on in the room. Daddy looked like he'd been crying and screaming and overall working hard at something. He reached out to him fiercely, clinging to him the moment he was taken into his arms.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 17:12:24 GMT -5
"Hey, lad," Cian said, holding Oliver against him tightly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He hugged him fiercely one last time before putting him on the ground. "You wanna see your Ma, huh? And guess who else is there; your new sister." He grinned down at the little boy, taking his hand. "You wanna see Maura, Ollie?"
[[sorry, short!]]
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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 17:41:55 GMT -5
Truly, Dean's body had disappeared. Only to be transported somewhere else in the hospital. But his cell, laid where he had died. Blood splattered over the silvery device. It rang suddenly, a soft song that Harmony had picked for it.
"Come on Dean..." Bobby tapped his foot impatiently for an answer.
Voice mail.
He hung up, and dialed again. "Come on, damn it. Answer."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 17:46:24 GMT -5
Cian entered the room, tugging Oliver along. The boy ran to his mother but Cian waited at the door way. He cocked his head, listening carefully. What was that? Something... a song? Something like a lullaby?
Following the sound, he was eventually led to the area where Dean's body had been. Sitting there now was his cell phone, speckled with blood. The screen was lit up and it was vibrating slightly. Someone was calling him. Cian swallowed nervously and watching the phone a minute. Sighing shakily, he lunged forward and answered the call before it went to voicemail. "Hello?" he asked, voice urgent.
This pushed Dean back to the forefront of him mind. Dean was gone. And there was blood. Dean was gone and this blood was on the phone, on his hands. Fuck.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 18:19:54 GMT -5
The soft melody played in her head, and for a minute she thought she might actually be dead. The blood on the floor told her otherwise. Cian picked up the phone, and as he answered, she snapped her fingers, waving it over, wanting the phone. She not only wanted to see who it was, but having his phone would tell her his last call--who it was he really called earlier that day. "Gimme," she pleaded, reaching, though never loosening her hold on the baby.
Oliver's mouth was gaped in awe, watching the baby in her arms look at him. Was she staring at him? Why? She had big eyes--but she was so tiny! He wasn't sure he wanted to touch her. Then he remembered he had a present for her. Holding up the teddy bear, he gently laid it next to her.
"Dat fo joo," he told her softly. "'Cause joo mah weetle sistah."
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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 19:13:33 GMT -5
"Hello?"
Bobby didn't recognize this voice. "Who is this? Where's Dean?" He asked, his voice rough as he stared at the phone a minute. Wait a second, he had a irish accent. Maybe this was Cian? "Cian?" He asked, brows furrowed. "Where's Dean? He promised to call me after--"
Should he even tell them? He rubbed at his head a moment. "Speak boy."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 19:53:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, this is Cian," Cian replied, perking a brow. "Who's this?" Shoving a hand through his hair, Cian went on. "Yeah, I dunno. He ran in here a bit ago with some massive dog chasing him down. By the time I could think to help him I think... he was gone." Cian choked a little and he cleared his throat to compensate. "It wasn't no natural dog, either." He turned his back to Emma, not able to look hi in the eyes after admitting that he thought Dean was...dead.
"He talked to you, then? About what? Did he think something was after him?" Cian knew of Dean's past. Maybe he had gotten something mad and it was coming back for him now.
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Post by Dean on Oct 28, 2009 14:39:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, this is Cian," Cian replied, perking a brow. "Who's this?" Shoving a hand through his hair, Cian went on. "Yeah, I dunno. He ran in here a bit ago with some massive dog chasing him down. By the time I could think to help him I think... he was gone." Cian choked a little and he cleared his throat to compensate. "It wasn't no natural dog, either."
Dead silence before a soft curse left his lips. "That stupid boy. Got himself in trouble." He sighed softly. "Gone? Gone how?" Bobby's brows furrowed as he took the phone from his ear and looked at it. A sickly feeling tugged at his cut. "Did it have red glowing eyes?"
"He talked to you, then? About what? Did he think something was after him?"
Bobby sighed. "I told him not to meddle with somethin' he didn't understand but does he listen to me? No." He grumbled. "Yeah. He called me about a few hours ago. Something about someone he loved was going to die. He wanted to know how to contact Lilith. I told him.. it's my fault. I should have just said no."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 28, 2009 14:57:36 GMT -5
Unwilling to whine again, she wrapped one arm around Oliver, pulling him close so he could get a better look at Mo. He smiled, nervous, slinking back into the crook of her arm and leaning his head on her shoulder. She kissed his forehead, not wanting to bring them too close if he wasn't ready. But he seemed overly pleased to give her the teddy bear.
"Thank you, Ollie. That was very thoughtful. See, she loves it."
Cian's tone worried her, and the look on his face. Who was he talking to? What were they talking about? Dean, she concluded, after he started mentioning the dog. A frown came over her expression, and she reached for Cian again.
"What? Cian, come on... It's about Dean, I know it. Tell me."
Where was he?
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