The Healing of the Dreams [A Sequel to 'Ensnared in my Reverie']

*** Now they are free from the Dream Girl, but as Emma and Jesse heal, Adam discovers there is something more to Sheila's powers, and Emma is slowly weakening. And there is someone who wants to destroy Mutant X ***

Complete Summary: The aftermath of being ensnared in a reverie. Emma and Jesse deal with the effects of Sheila's powers on them, and together, they are healed. But something is wrong with Emma. Sheila's powers have a different effect on her. Adam and the others must find out what is before it is too late. And there's something else - a man with a dark past intent on wreaking havoc inside Mutant X.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mutant X.

Note ---- Here I am again, Mutant X mania. This is actually a sequel to my previous fic, "Ensnared in my Reverie" and you may or may not read it first. But if you've already read it, then read this one away!

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Chapter 1 - The Aftermath of the Dreamscape

Jesse Kilmartin was afraid.

Yes, for the first time in his entire life, he was afraid of closing his eyes and drifting of to sleep. That wasn't true, though. He had been once afraid when he was a little kid, and he was afraid of the dark. But he was a kid, then.

He was an adult now, and a 25-year-old adult, at that. And here he was, sitting on his bed, terrified of lying down and falling asleep. He took a deep breath. He had every reason to be afraid, he told himself.

After all, he had just woken up less than eighteen hours ago from a coma. A coma that lasted for a day and a half, and a coma that was caused by a very powerful mutant.

He wondered how Emma was dealing with all this. He was just terrified that if he closed his eyes, he won't open them again for real this time, and he would die in his sleep. Much terrifying was the thought of closing his eyes, and seeing his friends being killed.

But it was all a dream. It wasn't real.

Jesse sighed exasperatedly. He decided he'd maybe walk around than sit still in his bed, debating whether he'd sleep or not. He headed towards the kitchen, thinking maybe some food would keep him awake. There really wasn't much junk food, he saw as he opened the fridge, realizing that Adam was sort of a health nut.

He grabbed a can of soda, and popped it open. He sat down on a chair, but he felt it was too uncomfortable and he stood up. He walked out into the hallway and settled himself on a couch.

"Couldn't sleep?" Emma's voice asked from the top of the stairs.

Jesse looked up, and instantly, he felt himself calming down. She really was so beautiful, and she took his breath away. She walked down the steps towards him. "Something like that," Jesse said in reply, turning back to his soda.

"Frustrating, isn't it?" Emma commented, sitting beside him. "How we both can't sleep," she explained sighing. "I feel as if I wouldn't live to see tomorrow."

"I know the feeling," Jesse answered truthfully.

Emma chuckled softly. "Of course, you would. We're the only ones who were affected by Sheila's powers."

"True," Jesse murmured turning the can over his hands. He was relaxing by the minute, and his fears were fading away. "I just-" he paused, taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure what to think about Sheila. She was the one who let us suffer but she was also the one who saved us."

Emma nodded beside him. "She felt guilty, in the end."

"And she decided just in time to save our asses," Jesse muttered. He closed his eyes, and spoke quietly. "I thank her for that."

"She sacrificed her life, for us," Emma murmured smiling.

Jesse glanced over at her, and caught her looking at him. "I guess that answers my question. Sure, Sheila put us through all the torture but she still saved us."

"What kind of torture?" Emma asked in a whisper, looking intently at Jesse. "I mean, what kind of torture did you go through?"

Images of his nightmare flooded Jesse's mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut to block away the images. He didn't realize he was gritting his teeth, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Emma reached over. "Jesse," she called softly. "What's wrong?"

The knife plunged in his arm-

Jesse cried out in pain, and at the same time, Emma felt his pain. Her eyes widened in surprise as her arm stung. Her hands grasped both his shoulders, and she shook him. "Jesse."

His eyes opened, and he stared blankly at her, as though he was lost and he didn't know who she was. Then he blinked, and slowly he spoke, "The first time I opened my eyes, it was dark, and cold. The whole Sanctuary was destroyed. There was broken glass everywhere."

Jesse inhaled and he let out a deep breath. He looked at Emma, his eyes sad and Emma felt his sadness. He continued. "Then I saw you," he said in a whisper. He looked away from her. "You were dead. And then, I saw Brennan and Shalimar. They were dead too."

"Oh, Jesse," Emma murmured, moving closer to him.

"I was so scared then," Jesse said placing his hands in his face. "I didn't know what to do. You were my only friends and I lost you. Just like that, I lost all of you."

Emma slowly took his hands away, and she gently brought his face closer to hers. "It wasn't true, Jesse. You always have us," she whispered to him, caressing his face with her fingertips. "I'll be here for you."

They stayed like that, Emma holding Jesse as they stared at each other.

"In my dream," Emma began. "The first one was I was in a room, and then it was closing in on me. And the other one was I was trapped in this vast space-"

"I never knew you were claustrophobic," Jesse interrupted, taking her hands from his face and bringing them to his lips, he kissed them lightly.

Emma gasped at the touch of his lips. "I never told anyone."

"Emma," Jesse murmured, his hands caressing her face now. "I'm so glad that it was all a dream, that you're alive. I don't want to lose you, Emma."

"You won't," Emma whispered in reply as their faces drew closer.

And then, their lips met in a sweet kiss that would heal their wounded spirits.