Lyta Rose Braddock-Worthington (lytaworthington) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-06-22 23:49:00

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Nightmares
Bendytimed to the night before they found the kids.

There was a barren, war-torn field in the middle of New York City. Better known as what was left of Central Park.

The city belonged to Apocalypse. All those that stood in their way had been disposed of.

All around where the Dark Riders stood were signs of the destruction that had taken place. The bodies of those that stood in their way laid at their feet.

No one stood up to Apocalypse and lived to tell the tale.

Yet...something about this...it didn't seem right to the Dark Rider known as Lyta Braddock-Worthington.

The bodies. They were the bodies of friends. Family. She could recognize at least half of them...

She helped do this. SHE did. And she didn't even think to stop this...

No. She couldn't have done this...

But she did. The blood was on her hands.

No. No, no, no, NO.

In her bed, Lyta tossed and thrashed.

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	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 02:31 am UTC (link)
	Her guest was smacked in the face with by a wing in her tossing and turning. Misha came awake just before a second smack caught him. Wings could be deceptively firm items, enough to make his head thunk. He put a warm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to get control before a third whack came. "Lyta sweetheart, wake up." (Reply to this)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 02:41 am UTC (link)
	Somewhere, someone was calling her name. But how could they? They were all dead, right? Lyta's eyes fluttered open. "M-misha?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 02:50 am UTC (link)
	"C'mere, honey." The warm hand moved under her shoulder to nudge her closer. "Tell me where the boogeyman is and I'll go kick him out." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 02:58 am UTC (link)
	She moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Same thing. Apocalypse. End of the world. Everyone that I've ever cared about dead because I didn't have control of my own brain." She sighed. "I know, it's in the past. Doesn't stop me from thinking about it. Or dreaming, in this case." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 03:08 am UTC (link)
	He gathered her up as best he could and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I know. Have you seen somebody about the dreams?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 03:10 am UTC (link)
	"I haven't. I've just been trying to get up my mental blocks to where I don't really get them as often as I used to. And it works...about thirty percent of the time." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 03:17 am UTC (link)
	"Maybe it's something to consider." He stroked her hair back from her forehead. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 03:24 am UTC (link)
	"Maybe," she said, resting an arm across his chest. "Damn, I wish I could just go back to my reoccuring nightmare being naked in the middle of Xavier's. I could deal with that." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 03:31 am UTC (link)
	"That doesn't sound like a nightmare to me," he teased gently. "Sounds like one of my fantasies." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 03:38 am UTC (link)
	She forced a small smile. "You ever have anything like this? Reoccuring nightmares?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mishaloganovich
2010-06-23 03:43 am UTC (link)

He didn't answer right away, choosing instead to stroke her hair awhile longer. The brief moment of humor was gone.

"I do," he finally said aloud in the dark. "Right after Red Room got a hold of me. I dream I'm back on the operating table, gagged, chained down, and the doctor is opening my chest without any anesthesia. My mother is standing there stroking my forehead and telling me that it's all right, the test will be over soon."

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	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 03:51 am UTC (link)
	She didn't say anything, just rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to make you uneasy." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 04:00 am UTC (link)
	"There's nothing to be sorry about." He tried to ease her closer. "Even after reading the files, I still wake up in the middle of night sweating and breathing like I just ran ten miles through poisoned snakes. Dad forced me into therapy with the professor after the breakdown. It helped. I don't get the dreams much anymore. You need help with your mental blocks." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 04:10 am UTC (link)
	"I've done that. Woken up in a cold sweat. Sometimes screaming. If anyone asks, I just say I found a spider in my bed. Or some lame excuse like that. I've been telling myself that they'll just go away. That the blocks will set in eventually. Anything to just make it hurt a little less." She rested her head on his chest. "Goddamn it, I just wish this was easier." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 04:20 am UTC (link)
	He swallowed. "Lyta, being raised in this life doesn't give us any special immunity to this sort of thing. If anything, we need more support. You don't have to do this alone." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 04:28 am UTC (link)
	"I just...don't know how to go about doing it I guess. It's not really like there's anyone out here that I can tell this to easily. It's not as if I don't trust any of the other Champions or anything, but this isn't something I bring up in polite conversation." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 04:35 am UTC (link)
	"It doesn't have to be public. Talk to your parents first. If anybody can understand, it'll be them. Get some help with your mental blocks. Call your devastatingly handsome boyfriend who's only a Mach 8 flight away when you need someone to cuddle up with day or night." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 04:41 am UTC (link)
	Lyta nodded, her head still against his chest. "Dad might have a couple of suggestions for this sort of thing. Though I never asked him what it felt like for him when he was in this situation, with Apocalypse and everything." She kissed under his chin. "And I do know a teleporter who's normally pretty flexible if you ever need me to come to you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 02:13 pm UTC (link)
	"Your dad is an expert on this sort of thing," Misha agreed. He shifted a little under her. "I'll remember that." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 05:43 pm UTC (link)
	She nodded again. "I love you."He knew it already, but there was no harm in saying it. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 06:16 pm UTC (link)
	He paused in rubbing her back to squeeze her. He liked hearing it. "I love you. Think you can rest now?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-06-23 06:26 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm awake now." A small smirk crossed her face. "You up for me showing you much I love you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-06-23 07:46 pm UTC (link)
	He traced the smirk with a fingertip. "I'm always up for that." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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