Early Spring, 2008
There was another murmur from him as he laid down in the bed, his head resting on the pillow as he glanced in Reva's direction as she settled underneath all of the covers, "I love you Reva..." His hand started to raise to lay across hers on his chest but fell flat as he slipped right into sleep.
.......
It started the same as any other sleep filled night, pooling blackness and a roaring fire. He felt the warmth, craved it in fact as he leaned in towards the flames reaching out. Then it was realized that the fire wasn't in a familiar chimney, but out in the open. He looked up and spotted a star speckled sky looking down on him before looking around and seeing an insane amount of candles greeting him and lining the path along the beach to lead up to the beach house. The surprise of all the differences hit him before it disappeared as he spotted a particular blonde curiously following the candle lit path.
He felt his chest knot up at the sight of her. Enchanting, breathtaking, radiant --the list could have gone on in his head if he hadn't started to feel so nervous. It only melted away somewhat when Reva spoke up as she reached Jake there on the beach. "Ah ha. So you're at the end of this wild goose chase." She eased closer to give him a hug and leave a kiss on his cheek while he returned the favor.
As she leaned back a touch, so did Jake as he reached into his pocket. "Well, there's just one more thing."
He took another step back while Reva looked to him, curiously watching. "What is it --Oh."
Her answer must have been apparent as Jake had stepped back to go down on one knee. A velvet box was cracked open, "I'm not afraid anymore Reva. Will you --"
"I can't."
"...Wha, oh....why?" It hadn't been the response he was expecting obviously and he felt a dull ache in his chest.
"Jake, please don't do this."
"I would think that I have a right to know why. I didn't have the right flowers at the door. Wait, I shouldn't have gotten sand on the suit for kneeing. I can change."
"No, no no." She said, shaking her head. "See that, that is what it is. You can't change. There's a whole list of can'ts with you Jake. You can't age, but I will. You can't get ill, but I will. You can't retire, but I will. You can't get away from your job Jake. When was the last time you took a vacation that was longer than a day? You're never around when I need you the most. Because you can't. Because of your work. And...and....you KILL PEOPLE as your work. I can't tell other people what your work is. And more importantly, I can't take the fact that you do this anymore."
"I....I...I..." He was at a loss for words, since several things what she said were true. He felt crushed, like every piece of him had been shattered. He couldn't ever remember having felt that way before, dead or alive.
"See, you know that I'm right. And please, you can't have sex. You can't have children. Maybe I don't want children right this second, but how do you think a marriage would work out? The only thing that would be different from life now is that I would have a ring on my finger, and I would no longer have a way out. You're cold, I barely like to touch you as it is. You think I'm going to want to sleep next to that on the nights you actually decide to come to bed? You think I want you to fumble around on top of me? You won't even know what to do because you can't! I don't want you to turn me into a lonely old housewife. I'd rather marry a perfect man. And you Jacob Archibald Ives are no perfect man. You're a dead man. That alone strikes you off the list. I don't know why I bothered with you for so long."
"But....but Reva...I can't believe you're saying any of this. I know I'm not really perfect, but ....you're never going to find someone who loves you as much as I do. You rescue me from myself. You did it first when you cut off my tie, when you gave me something to do when I was going through any break up, when you encourage me to accept new things even if I hadn't originally realized that they were exactly what I wanted in the first place. You know me better than anyone."
"I know, which is exactly why I know that this will never happen."
He slipped a bit to both knees there on the sand and stared down, but when he looked up, Reva was no longer there. The roaring fire and the candles were no longer there, nor was the star littered sky. It was just pooling blackness.
And then there was a voice, "Hello Jacob. Disappointing, isn't it?"
"I don't know who you are, but go away." The dejection was clear in his voice as he cradled his head in his hands.
"Oh, I'm afraid that I'm here to stay Jacob. I've come to find you. I've come to collect you."
This caused Jake to look up, the pooling blackness only breaking way to a collection of dark shadows and a figure a short distance away from him. Pushing up to his feet, he squinted a moment, confused. "...You're not Fate, or Time. Only they collect me, no one else."
"True, I'm not either one of them. But I'm coming for you nonetheless!" The words were hissed as she shadowy figure shot forward to Jake.
He could see wisps of claws curling into his chest, and surprise showed clear on his own face. "What in the..." It was then that he felt the tear begin to start. Small and sharp at first before the pain turned excruciating and he saw the edges of his soul begin to shrivel up and turn to dust. "Who are you?" Gasping out the question.
"Just call me, the Collector."
As more and more of him fluttered into dust in the wind, Jake let out a pain-filled yell.
...............
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" It was loud enough that it sent him awake and he jerked up and forward in the bed, propping himself up with his arms. Wide eyed and his chest heaved, though no sounds of breathing took place. It was morning already and Spawn sat at the edge of the bed with his head tipped to the side. Jake hadn't tossed or turned once in the night, he hadn't made any sounds until right then.
While it had been the first night ever that he had not had that reoccurring dream, Jake wasn't sure if he should or would speak about the nightmare he did have.
The Next Day:
To say that Jake was a little out of it since waking up that morning would be an understatement. It had been several hours since then and he was just starting to truly feel less on edge as opposed to claiming that he was just fine and looking at Reva's disbelief. Somehow there would be a change of subject or something else was used to grab her attention, so Jake managed to avoid pressing questions. He had left already and come back from an appointment, but after questioning Edward about 'The Collector', the older man just shrugged and said he would find out what he could, if anything. There didn't seem to be much to go on, and in the end, it could have been Fear and Hope playing a cruel game. What great entities he works with! At the moment, Jake was standing outside on the patio and smoking, since he didn't smoke in the house! Once that cigarette was finished, smoked to the filter, Jake finally stepped back inside.
Ignorance was often bliss with some things and Jake's dream was certainly something she didn't know the full scope of, and she used with little optimism found each day to spin it in a good light. There was no damage, no restlessness... not even a single sound. Despite the chill from one, they slept as any 'normal' couple did at night. Though she wasn't so dense to know everything was perfect, she needed to cling to good thoughts and did so in the way a naive child believed in Santa. The rest of the morning had been spent returning his room to the way it had been, full of toys, bins, clothes (maybe she snuck a few winter coats in his closet) and rearranged all the pictures, even the squirrel one. Dressed for a new day, she stood at the counter preparing fruit for the ducklings bowls. The pair scurried around the kitchen awaiting the feast and quacked every so often as if complaining for the wait. She heard the patio door open over the whizz of a food processor and glanced in that direction to find Jake. "Hi," calling over the noises which now included two squaking ducks. Despite the smile on her mouth, there was still no denying the other elements of emotion that pierced the surface of the facade. "No basketball today?"
Shutting the door behind him, he looked up at the sound of the ducks as well as the food processor. "Hi, hnn? Oh, no. The game got canceled." On account that he told them that he wasn't feeling up to it. The moody and broody attitude would...well it was fairly normal for Jake anyways, but it would return to a normal level quickly. "But next week is still on." Reassuring while he headed over to the counter to search and see if there was a piece of fruit that hadn't made it to the food processor yet. He'd steal that and eat in the meantime. And then look down to the ducks, there was no neener expression, but the gesture was enough. Ha ha, I'm tall enough to get it myself.
The platter of fruit ranged from strawberries, apples, oranges, and some pineapple. The ducks' portions were all mashed to their liking and divided between the bowls, leaving a wide variety for the human-folk to enjoy. She happened to glance aside when he looked to the ducks and she tsked at him while setting both bowls on the floor. "Just wait until they fly, they'll poop on your head." Using a towel that had been tossed over a shoulder to clean her hands, she dropped it on the center isle counter and slanted a hip to give him a good once over. "I guess you got a good night of sleep then," not so subtlety broaching the topic about his dream. "Your room is back to normal now, too."
"If either one of you do that and you're not sick and its not an accident, I'm making Peking Duck for dinner." Warning the ducks directly as he eyed them. "Or I'll tell Spawn to pluck you." There was a sharp exhale as they just quacked right back at him before he snuck another piece of pineapple that was out. And his eyes shot up at her first comment, like she had grown another head at that moment. "Thank you." In response to her last comment before he shrugged. "I slept. Doesn't mean that it was a good sleep." Informing her before the pineapple was shoved in his mouth to avoid adding anything else.
"You're not eating -or plucking- my ducks." Perhaps for the first time ever she sounded like a motherhen. At least she didn't quack at him. But it certainly amused her to picture the pair of them in flight and seeing a target on the back of Jake's head. The humor quickly died down, however, as she listened to a not so complete explanation. Busying herself by putting a good amount of fruit into a container, she carried it to the fridge and placed it on the top shelf. The side of the refrigerator was covered in magnets, a calendar, and a few business cards. A new one popped into existence since the last day --clearly she was delayed in updating her planner. "But you didn't get up at all, you were quiet, too. The room is fine... you had the dream, right?"
He watched her occupy herself, and it allowed him to settle into the thought that he had avoided the topic. Only to discover that he was wrong. In truth, he was aware that it couldn't be avoided forever, but the right turn of phrases were sought out for him to explain the events in the best way he could. It was unlikely that Jake would ever find them, so he just shook his head for her question. "Well, no actually. Last night was the first time that I slept, and had a dream that wasn't about that. It was.... different." And by no means in a better way!
"Different how?" Her curiosity crept up as it usually did, but rather than bombard him with a dozen question grenades, she ended it there and split the distance between them by settling on a stool set by the counter. The ducklings, finished with their lunch, drifted to the living room for their afternoon nap. The pink of her shirt was offset by narrow white stripes, a touch of springtime color on a chilly March afternoon, and her jeans were cream colored, snug at the waist and belted in leather. "A different dream has to be a good sign, right?"
"Well, it wasn't the memory of the murder." Granted, that was just a different way of repeating what he'd already said while he leaned against the counter and looked in her direction. His shoulders rose up in a brief shrug with his response, "This was just very unnerving." To put it mildly. "Maybe because I wasn't expecting any of it. It was all new and I'm not so sure what to make of it. It wasn't a pleasant dream. And as much as I hate having the other one, I don't particularly want to have the one last night ever again."
"What was it?" All of his non-answers sparked more of her curiosity making it go from a spark to a brush fire. It did nothing, either, in calming her already frayed nerves. And though she was genuinely concerned and interested in the new developments, she purposely targeted questions to him rather than field any of her own. It was a skill she had become very keen in maintaining, not that she was proud of that very accomplishment. "Did it have anything at all to do with the murder? Were you in it?" Again, she held back more questions so that he could (hopefully) answer those.
In truth, he enjoyed her curiosity, just not when he didn't wish to discuss something immediately! "Well, it had two completely different part, but no. Nothing to do with the murder and yes I was in it." His brow furrowed and he rubbed side of his face a moment before he gave a more detailed explanation. "At the end of it, there was this.....thing. And it grabbed me and destroyed me. I yelled and I woke up." Giving her a bit of what he knew as he looked back over to her. There was a bit of a frown for his explanation before his eyes wandered, and then squinted to see the new card on the fridge. Unable to read it in the distance, he pointed. "What's that?" Yay, he's changed the subject, right?
"What was the thing? How did... could it destroy you?" Sidetracked by his motion toward the refrigerator, her gaze broke from a steady regard of his features to the specific card that stood out from the other few, those mostly different baby boutiques. She thought about dismissing the card as nothing, but if changed her mind considering the information it contained. Rather than open a potential pandora's box, she answered the question honestly. "It's a business card." Her pause made it seem as if she'd stop there, adding the last after a collection of her thoughts. "A guy I know was at the bar yesterday and we started discussing a few things and the subject of my grandmother came up. He said he could help me talk to her. He's a psychologist for the living and the dead."
"I don't know what it was. It just grabbed a hold of me and I.....shriveled up. It was horrible." And likely couldn't be explained any better than he currently was. Listening to her explanation about the business card, which he was really just using as a change of subject, he paused a moment, searching his brain. "Tall guy right?" Jake nodded. "I've heard about him."
"His name is Roman. Yes, a tall guy... and a friend of Jessica's." She was pretty certain Jake was familiar with the chemist. "He said he could help me ... talk.. to my grandmother." Without mentioning the real reasons as for why she wanted such a thing to happen, she grew silent and tried to figure out some good explanation for Jake's dream.
Jake nodded, he had crossed paths several times with the woman. "From what I know of him, he can see things that humans aren't always allowed to see." Nodding at that then. "Oh, I see." He fell silent too, if only because the change of subject had been used up so quickly. Drat!
Reva nodded to show they were speaking of the same person, quiet while the edges of her front teeth nipped the bottom of her lip. To keep herself busy and distracted, she bent at her knees to lift the empty duck bowls and carried them to the sink. Her silence lasted only so long. "That was all the dream? This thing destroying you?" Once the dishes were clean, she put them on the rack to dry and crossed over to find the abandoned towel. "Don't get me wrong, that's probably enough. Just trying to figure out if it means something. You know? Like when you dream of falling it means you feel your life is out of control or something."
"Well....no. That wasn't the entire dream, that was just the second part of it. The first part --," Jake nodded in agreement with Reva, it was enough! "I don't know." In response to the rest before he glanced back out to the patio and probably thought of retreating there to smoke another cigarette, ie, avoid the topic again.
"I hate when I can't remember a dream after it happens." Unfortunately for her, she remembered everyone of hers. Had she any suspicion that he knew the rest of the dream, there was very little indication by her features or expression. She watched his gaze retreat to the patio doors again, and it gave her the time to study his profile for a long, long moment. "My agent is missing."
His features led to a bit of a frown, he felt like if he led her to believe that he didn't remember it, then he'd be lying, but he decided to not claim he couldn't recall it. All the same, her announcement caused him to look back at her with a quirked brow. "Oh? How long has he been gone?"
"Ever since the he-- box arrived. There's been nothing on his credit cards, bank statements, his apartment landlord said there's no one coming in or out of his apartment." She paused in obvious delay of either saying or asking something. After a brief exhale, she bit the bullet and blurted out, "Can you look and see if he's dead?" Her hands grasped the dish towel until it was a twisted mass of cotton between her hands. "This couldn't have happened twice, right?" Referring to the demise of her first agent at the hands of someone she dated.
He blinked at the connection and the length of time it had been since she'd heard from her agent before he stared at her for her second question. He'd been about to nod and answer of course he would to the first before he heard the second. "Happened twice? Reva I didn't go attack your agent." Nevermind that he didn't typically involve himself in the actual demise of his appointments, but he was a little insulted! "I haven't touched him. But I'll check the book."
"I know it wasn't you... the first time. But if you can check I'd really appreciate it. I just need to know one way or another." Her hands were adequately dry and the towel was a wrinkled mess, so she dropped it in favor of opening her purse to retrieve her planner. She slipped out a specific card with her agent's name, Lucas Montgomery, his numbers and address. She realized what she said might not have made sense so she backtracked. "My first agent was killed by someone I know, he thought he was protecting me. I just don't want to have to go threw something like that again."
Jake knew about Reva's first agent, she had actually shared that with him, at the least back around the time of Scott. "I remember." He took a look at the card and easily put the name to memory, which was all he needed. "I can find out if he's passed, and how and when. If he's not, I can find him for you if you want."
"Thank you," it was all she could ask for at that point in time. "The police said they'd let me know if they find anything, too. Until then it's all wait and see." The slight annoyance in her tone of voice was more than noticeable. Dismissing it quickly, it became her turn to glance out the patio doors. "Come on, want to take a walk or something?" It looked like a nice day, even if a little brisk. Plus, she knew he could use a cigarette and a drink. Maybe more!
"I will give you an answer as soon as I check the books." Promising her, he'd even look into it right now if she pushed him to. Nodding then with a glance outside as well, likely he was thinking about that cigarette she suspected he needed. "Sure, that sounds nice." Agreeing, it might ease him that much more.
(( Italics dream written by Jake Ives, scene played between Reva/Jake ))