029 | [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol's still in the infirmary. She's been having a pretty hard time with it, not that she'd say so. But there are plenty of little clues. Like the way she's tossing and turning in bed. Vulcans don't usually dream. Thus, no tossing and turning. But she's just about managed to kick off the covers, before waking with a very short, very sharp gasp. Nightmares are not logical or natural and she's sitting straight up in bed, clutching her IDIC.]

(((It's the anniversary of her daughter's death and she gets shitty dreams. :< Hard times, T'Pol. Anyone in the infirmary's welcome, multiple threads are rad, etc etc. <3)))

Comments

[with_discipline]

I would not know the difference. [Humans. Lucky bastards with their good dreams.]

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

[Lucky dreams? Dean dreams about being tortured in hell every night.] Sometimes it helps to listen to yourself breathe before you fall asleep. [He shrugged.]

[with_discipline]

Vulcans do not normally dream, Mister Winchester. [...Okay, so he drew the short straw.]

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Look, I'm stuck here because McCoy ankle clamped me to the bed... but if you need some company and you feel alright walking over, I'm here. No funny stuff, I promise. Sam would break my arms. [He chortled a bit.]

[with_discipline]

'Funny stuff?' [She turned to peer at him for a moment, not understanding. But eventually, she slid out of bed - slowly - and made her way to his bedside, taking seat nearby in a chair. Her shoulders were hunched slightly, an indication of how badly she had been feeling lately.] Is this to do with the drunken rampage? [The one she definitely tried to sleep through.]

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

[Dean awkwardly looked away.] Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

[with_discipline]

You made a general apology. [Which really means, there's no reason to apologize to her.]

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

So, what's up? I'm here to listen. [He leans back a bit in his pillow.]

[with_discipline]

[She tilted her head to the side, glancing away.] As I said - dreaming is not natural for me.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

You gotta throw me a bone here. Talking about shit... well apparently it works because Sam is always bugging me about it. What did you dream about?

[with_discipline]

[That got an arched eyebrow.] I don't have a bone.

[And then some silence while she turned the IDIC over in her hand.] My daughter. But - not exactly.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

It's a phrase... nevermind. [Dean gave pause.] What about her?

[with_discipline]

I think it was affected by memories of the recent flood. [She said so slowly, not particularly eager to force anyone else to think about it.]

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

[Dean wasn't going to keep trying if she didn't want to talk about it.] Look, whatever it is, I'm sorry you had to go through it. I know how you feel, I know. There are just some things in life that are so scarring it's... uh, it's like they leave a permanent imprint in our heads. And eventually, over time, you develop a mastery for not think about it while you're awake- you busy yourself, but you don't have control over your subconscious.

[with_discipline]

[He was more articulate than she'd expected, if she was being perfectly honest.] It is not the same for Vulcans. Control of our subconscious is as natural as control of our motor skills. [Usually. When drugs don't fuck with your abilities to do just that.] Before I came to this ship, I had not dreamt in many years.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

You're missing the point.

[with_discipline]

Am I?

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you are. [He sighed and ran a hand over his face.] What I mean by it... is sometimes you just gotta let go. It's stupid coming from me, but it's true.

[with_discipline]

[She arched an eyebrow.] Perhaps for humans.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you couldn't feel about things you wouldn't be having nightmares. Plain and simple.

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol stood slowly, lips pressed together.] Perhaps this was a mistake.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

[Dean frowned. She couldn't have it both ways. An ear to listen and then deny all acknowledgment of what he was saying. He didn't like feeling stupid.] Fine.

[with_discipline]

[She inclined her head slightly, before turning to make her way back to her bed.] I'm sorry for the interruption.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

I invited you. It wasn't an interruption.

[with_discipline]

Nevertheless.