Disclaimers: Now and Again and all its characters belong to Glen Gordon Caron, Picturemaker Productions, and CBS (I am no longer bitter). No copyright infridgement. I just miss the show and we need the fic. Lyrics to 'Don't Let Me Get Me' belong to Pink & D. Austin.
My Own Worst Enemy
"Good morning." Lisa Wiseman looked up from the metro section of the newspaper to see her daughter slowing making her way to the table.
"Mornin', Mom," Heather said through a yawn.
"You look tired. What do you want for breakfast?" Lisa asked, getting up from the table.
"What?" Heather replied absently.
"Are you feeling okay, Heather?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just had a really weird dream last night I can't get out of my head." She rubbed her eye almost as if the sensation would wipe away the memory of the dream.
"You want to talk about it?" Lisa asked as she returned to the table with a full cup of coffee.
"I don't know...it was one of those dreams where you know things are happening but you don't know how they're happening." She paused for a moment, thinking of a way to link the random images floating in her head into some kind of narrative chain. "I dreamt that I woke up in someone else body's. It was weird, you know. I was in another bed in another house. It was like I was living someone else's life, but I was still me - it was still my mind and my thoughts. Just another body."
Lisa lowered her head slightly before slowly saying, "Okay. And was there a reason why this was all so unsettling for you?"
"I don't know. It just seemed so real. And as cool as it was to be this other person all I wanted to do was...be me again...and-and come home." Her last words barely reached above a whisper.
Lisa folded down her paper and in an attempt to lighten mood asked, "Did you fall asleep with the SCI-FI channel on again? Mad scientists and wacky experiments too close to bed?"
"No, MTV. Pink. 'Don't Let Me Get Me.'"
"Ah, well, that explains it."
"Yeah," Heather said with a half smile.
"I forgot to check the pile of mail yesterday. Did it come?"
"No, it didn't come." Heather was quiet again.
"Okay. Well, it has to come one of these days, right? They're gonna want me to send them a check pretty soon." Lisa studied her daughter's face hoping to find any kind of excitement that was missing from her voice. "Are you sure you're okay, honey?"
"Yeah, Mom, I'm just tired. Long week," Heather sighed, shrugging the comment off.
"Hey, how 'bout you go upstairs and get changed and we'll go out for breakfast? Polly's Dinner sound good?"
"Great. Be down in 15 minutes," Lisa said before returning to her paper.
" 'Kay, Mom." Heather trudged up the stairs and to her room. After closing the door, she sat on the edge of her bed and exhaled deeply as she nibbled a bit on her thumbnail. She turned her head to the left and slowly removed a folded slip of paper from beneath her pillow. Her eyes fell to the top of the page and read,
"Dear Heather E. Wiseman,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into New York University's Class of 2006."
Heather sighed and whispered to herself, "My own worst enemy."