Midnight Souls Still Remain
By: Allie

Disclaimer: Not my players, just my playground
Characters: Joe/Allison Dubois, Lee Scanlon
Spoilers: A Cure for What Ails You
Summary: Feeling frozen, I’ll warm you every night. Falling asleep, I’ll travel in your dreams. A missing scene from “A Cure for What Ails You”. Joe’s thoughts as he tends to Allison after she passes out. Angst.
Notes: This is my first foray into fanfiction in three years, so be gentle. I guess its like riding a bike, just gotta get back on, eh? The title and summary come from lyrics written by an amazing french band, M83.

He watches her fall, slump listlessly to the floor like a rag doll, and his whole body kicks into survival mode. He’s by her side in less than ten seconds, cradling her limp body in his arms as if willing life itself into her. He nudges her, calls to her – tries to coax her back from whatever vision death has pulled her into once more.

Nothing. Her breath is low and shallow – even, but her eyes don’t open.

“Allison, Allison are you there?” Her cell phone is in his hand – he’s not sure how or when he picked it up, but he hears Scanlon’s voice on the other end and it sounds as frantic as he feels.

“Detective Scanlon? It’s Joe...Could you send an ambulance over here? Something...something’s wrong. Allison passed out and I can’t seem to wake her.”

“I’ll get someone on the line right now. They will be at your house in a couple of minutes.”

Joe lets out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. He should be used to this - used to her psychic episodes. But in the back of his head he can’t help but wonder if this will be the time that something is really wrong. Something they can’t chalk up to dreams, visions, or dead people. Maybe this will be the time that she doesn’t wake up.

“God, Allison, I can’t lose you. Not now, not to them” he murmurs into her hair, the faint scent of her lilac shampoo tingling his senses.

He can hear the distant sirens creep ever closer. The minutes seem like hours.

“You can’t do this to me,” he calls out in the dark. He’s spent too many nights like this. Wondering where his wife was – what was happening to her – worrying about her.

“You owe me.” It was time he fought back. Time he took matter into his own hands.

So he prayed. He held his wife close to his chest and he prayed to whatever being or force allowed her to have this gift that only seemed to bring pain and heartache.

“Please, bring her back to me.”

Fin.