Oasis      Oasis

 by LadyAna

  

 Author's website: http://ladyana5.tripod.com

 Disclaimer: Copyright to Alliance.

 Author's Notes: This is a slightly different version than the one I
posted on "TwoAxes".

 Story Notes: I use tons of spoilers, so beware!

 

 

 "Oasis"
 by LadyAna 

 I awake slowly, my heart beating fast. The sun is still down. It takes me
a second to remember. I've had that dream again. The one where I find
serenity. Even now, years later, I still think it will end as before,
where I am alone ...and will die in the snow. 

 I don't know specifically when it started. I never paid much attention to
the surreal images that came to me once I retired for the evening. I would
estimate it began twenty-five years ago, when I was still a child.
However, for the longest time, the dreams did not make much of an
indelible impression, due to their infrequency. There was a drastic change
along the way, when they took a decidedly vicious turn. They stayed that
way for quite some time, as nighttime visions that ended in a desperate
fight for survival...one I would lose. It would take eleven years for the
vile outcome to change. 

 It always starts the same. I am young, about eight or nine. I am walking,
alone, in the frigid cold, in endless snow, a raging storm hindering my
progress. Suddenly, I realize I do not know where I am. I do not know
where I have left from or which direction I should take. Frantically, I
look around to get my bearings, but the blizzard is making it hard to see
more than just a few feet. Shocked and terrified, I am totally lost. 

 Being abandoned in the frozen, barren wasteland is something that never
truly has frightened me while awake, especially in my years with the RCMP.
It did not stop me when I jumped into Prince Rupert Sound, causing
Diefenbaker to rescue me. But my subconscious seemingly views such a fate
differently. In the dream, the air is bitterly frigid, so very cold, with
freezing winds that sting my face and eyes. Huge flakes whip up and around
me, nearly carrying me away with them, in a warped frenzy. Sometimes, I
let them. Oddly enough, maybe in a frantic hope to appease my icy captor,
the cruel breeze takes me. I leave Earth and flip and fly and soar amongst
the frosted clouds...but, oddly, I feel little exhilaration. I am scared,
but believe I have no choice in risking my life. 

 Somehow, I know there is shelter nearby. And without ceremony...it is
there. Suddenly appearing out of nowhere, there is large, a majestic
house, in the middle of the storm. It is a beautiful, old dwelling that
resides in many places; always finding me right at the point when my fear
is at it's highest. It shows itself to me in many forms, in various
locations. All I do know is, for some, unexplained reason, I recognize
this place...and it warms me greatly just to see it. It is huge and has
many rooms and is beautifully decorated, depending on the way it is
presented. Even the style changes occasionally, from a hearty log cabin in
the Territories, a stone castle in Scotland or a two-story manor somewhere
in Britain. Yet always in the middle of a snowstorm. However, it is always
my oasis. 

 Somehow, I find a way inside. Usually, I'm in some kind of master
bedroom. It is musty and damp and I can see my breath. Often, it is just
as cold as it is outside and I must make a fire in the brick hearth
nearby. Other times, my feet and hands are numb, so I crawl in the canopy
bed, under the blankets, shivering, my teeth chattering. Occasionally, in
other rooms, I find food that must be cooked or tea that must be prepared.
Nonetheless, being here, within these walls, is a blessing. It is a secret
place where I can survive, a respite from the threat of death outside.
That is, until Victoria. 

 After my experience with her at Fortitude Pass, the dreams took on an
insidious direction. No longer were they innocuous, unconscious images of
finding solace from a perceived threat. I would still find myself alone,
on a high cliff made of icicles, or on an ice flow in a semi-frozen lake.
And I would still encounter the house in alternate states of design and
regions. But once I nearly died with the woman I thought I loved in a
similar domain, the building was no longer a safe haven. 

 I emerge from the storm, and yes, it is there, but abandoned. The doors
have been ripped off, the windows busted and it is obvious a fire
destroyed the back half of the dilapidated abode. Other times, the place
would be intact, but I could not find a way inside. The glass windows are
unbreakable, the doors sealed shut. My salvation had either been destroyed
or was impenetrable. Staring helplessly at my former sanctuary, I know I
am going to freeze to death. For over a decade, it was a nightmare that
repeatedly woke me, sweating and afraid. 

 It wasn't until I came to Chicago did the subliminal, caustic scenes
start to retreat. The lurid perceptions that occurred during slumber ended
without the usual, dreaded finale. At first, I thought the cause was the
death of my father, but that sad experience would not explain a lessening
in subconscious danger. The nightmares came less often and sometimes, even
when I would see myself alone, as a child in the storm...for some reason,
I knew I wasn't alone. 

 It took nearly a year for me to fully understand why I was finding peace
during sleep. It wasn't until Victoria came to destroy me, did that
horrible, if imagined, fate return when I closed my eyes in repose. It was
then, while recovering from the bullet that both saved and nearly ended my
life, did I discover why the city had quelled the once angry musings
during dozing. Still at the hospital, three weeks into my injury...the
only person in my entire life who stayed by my side awoke me from the
nightmare. 

 That was two years ago. Since that time, I have had no fear when I lay my
head to rest. Finally, my breathing and heart rate have returned to
normal. I slide back down to hold the man next to me. You see, I have
found the owner of the house, the cabin, the castle, the mysteriously
comforting lair of my childhood...whatever you want to call it...and he
wants to share his home with me. For life. 

End Oasis by LadyAna: LadyAna5@aol.com

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