Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction / Starcraft Fan Fiction / Batman Beyond Fan Fiction ❯ Tassadar's Legacy: Rebirth ❯ Dreams Do Come True... ( Chapter 2 )

Mind boggling pain is what I felt when I woke up next. I groaned and lifted my hand to clutch my pounding head. I need some pain killer… I groaned again. Even thinking hurt. I tried to sit up, only to find I felt really weak and drained. Struggling, I flopped back onto the bed and cried out as the jolt had my view of the back of my eyelids turn black for a moment. Waiting for my head to clear, something started to tug at my brain, to get my attention.

That's when the second whammy hit me. I'm naked!?!? I felt mortified. Who undressed me!? What's going on!? Where am I!? Focusing on that last question, I forced my eyes open, wincing and trying to blink back tears as light hit my eyes from the window next to the bed and I turned away from it for a moment, to be given the view of a wall. It wasn't a bad looking wall. The soft looking grey stones at least muted the light for me and gave me time to adjust before I turned back to the left.

With the light no longer stinging my eyes, I took stock of the rows of beds, the identical dressers and windows between each one, and the man next to me, wrapped head to toe in bandages, made me guess that I must be in a hospital, or maybe a clinic? What kind of hospital has anything but white tile, beeping machines, and white walls after all? Must be a clinic.

Struggling to make my body obey, I sat up slowly, goal in mind to get to that dresser and find my clothes, dress myself, and wring the neck of whoever undressed me. At least I entertained the thought. I knew in the back of my mind I'd never do it. I'd just really really like to. No one undresses me without my say so!

But that would have to wait. I dived back under the covers to hide my nudity as the door across from the sixth and last bed opened up. Brilliant move on my part of course, moving that fast. I yelled as the pain flew down the back of my skull, down my spine, up my spine, and settled in my head like so many jack hammers. Squinting my eyes open, I then yelled for an entirely different reason and threw the covers over my head.

This is just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, no way, no way, no way is there a creepy looking alien thing in the room. It's grey, fuzzy, and tentacle-y and moving towards me. It was enough to make me decide that I wanted to wake up NOW.

Then it touched me and I nearly screamed from fear. Whoever said you could be manly and only make grunts and yells in a nightmare? I could only whimper at the small relief when it seemed to back off, but it didn't leave. It was still there, and it was making noises that were muffled by the quilt over my head. Oh no, is it calling for more!? My fears seemed justified when moments later, the door from across my bed opened and I heard footsteps.

The sounds the things were making were muffled and I tried desperately to make myself as small as possible in the hopes I would disappear or they would forget about me. Go away! I willed desperately. No such luck. I heard the door close, and the touch came again. I scooted away from it as far as possible while still keeping the quilt between me and it, knowing it to be futile, but I wouldn't go down willingly. Ya, I'll just keep telling myself that. Fight the good fight even when the piss is scared out of you. Yeah right.

I nearly resigned myself to doom as it leaned over me and started to pick me up. A crazy part of my mind noted the irony that I'd probably become lunch in a position I'd dreamed of only being in; held in someone's arms. Then realization hit me. I AM in someone's arms! Those are firm warm hands against my back and my legs! Human hands!

The combined realization that I was now safe, wouldn't be eaten, and the giddiness of having a nightmare turn into a dream come true had me melt into the arms of my rescuer. Sure, said rescuer had been called in by the alien thing, but whoever said dreams make sense anyway? For this surely is a dream. No way would I feel this warm and fuzzy and secure in just any person's arms… right?

Ok maybe I'm just kidding myself. I've always wanted to be rocked. And whoever this is not only is doing just that, but chose that moment to pull the blanket from my face. Sudden embarrassment had me close my eyes and pretend I was asleep or something. I don't know why it made sense to me, but it did.

The rocking continued and I felt the pain in my head slowly, very slowly but surely, start to fade away. In wonder, I opened my eyes and decided once and for all, that this must be a dream. Startled recognition flew through me. Face wrapped in white, white headcap, white vest with a red crying eye on the front, and blue tights underneath… how could I not recognize Sheik, alter ego of Princess Zelda. I shamelessly admit that I stared openly at her/him then. Is it a he? Blushing, I wriggled a little bit and noted the lack of chest. Princess Zelda changes her gender with her transformation? I filed it away as something I didn't want to think about too much.

Then he started humming Zelda's lullaby, and I felt a peace and serenity wash over me that I'd never felt before, and I imagine I'd never feel again. Terrible things, dreams… stranger things have happened in my dreams though, but they always come to an end. I snuggled deeper into his hold, prepared to soak in all I could, and delighted at the sound of his laughter. I set about committing it all to memory so I'd always have this to remember during the lonely hours of my grounding, and the terror of school and dealing with my family after that.

Pushing the depressing thought away, I noticed Sheik get up and he carried me out the door and into a room just next door. A beautiful bathroom highlighted by blues and whites and pinks and filled with all sorts of soft looking soaps and bottles and colors greeted my sight. This definitely seemed to me to be a bathroom fit for a Princess. But why- oh no. No no nononononono… My eyes widened in shock as I stiffened at the sight of Sheik turning on the bathwater. Is he going to strip me!? The quilt's all I have left!

Then it hit me. He was the one who probably stripped my in the first place. Closing my eyes fatalistically, I stopped my resistance, which had been laughably pitiful anyway. Sheik slowly peeled away the quilt and I shivered, but that was it. I noted in shock, that with the quilt peeled away, I didn't really feel… anything. No fear, no shock, no anger… just… peace?

Any doubts I had over my obvious lack of prudishness over being nude in front of a woman turned guy, flew out the window when he grabbed some soap and deftly started to bath me, all the way down to my toes, and even including that. But I still only felt peace. The touches felt good. I would've felt shock at my lack of response if I could've, but then I remembered things are just weird like that in dreams, so I finally let it go.

Finishing up, Sheik toweled me dry in one of the biggest, fluffiest, whitest, softest towels I'd ever felt or laid eyes on. I almost wished he'd keep drying me just to keep feeling the towel and the touches. I'd never thought I'd crave a person's touch like this. I mentally nodded to myself, dreams sure are weird.

Sheik carried me back to my bed in that clinic room, and pulled a white tunic out of the dresser next to the bed and proceeded to dress me. At this point, I was starting to feel a little embarrassed over being babied so much, so I tried to put on the clothing myself. Sheik let me put it on, then I stood up and promptly collapsed, or would have if Sheik hadn't caught my and scooped me up in his arms again. I guess with how good I was feeling, I'd forgotten how crappy I'd felt before.

Sheik then carried me out of the room and up a flight of stairs, across a foyer, and into a set of double doors. Sheik then set me down in a chair in front of a really big table. I eyed the room appreciatively, taking in the grey stones, the dark wood table, and the cheery crackling fire in the fireplace. So warm and cozy…

“Are you feeling better now?” Sheik asked. I started. It'd not occurred to me that Sheik would ever talk since he never did in the game, except through text. I nearly felt like I'd been washed over in warm honey and deep warmth at the sound of his voice. For a dream, everything certainly seems wonderful, even his voice. Remembering he'd asked a question, I nodded. My head still hurt a bit, and I felt weak, but I didn't feel scared anymore. So long as Sheik was there, this dream would be fine.

“Do you think you can handle seeing Aunt Beast again?” I frowned. Aunt who? Opening my mouth for the first time, I asked quietly, “Who's Aunt Beast?” A voice answered, “That'd be me dear.” I looked over to my right and nearly panicked at the sight of the alien thing again, till I noticed the trays of food it bore. My stomach growled. I guess hunger overrides fear this time. Aunt Beast moved forward and set the tray in front of me. Bowls of fruit, eggs, sausage, bacon, grits, oatmeal, pancakes, syrup, toast, and two glasses of milk sat in front of me. I'd never seen so much breakfast food all together in my life.

I stared at the food, drooling. Aunt Beast said, “Eat up, little one.” I shivered at the pet name and dug in. Halfway through, my brain caught up with me somewhere, and I started stringing a few things together, namely the name Aunt Beast and the endearment, `Little one.' I looked up to where Aunt Beast and Sheik were sitting across from me, talking quietly. How could I not have recognized her!? Aunt Beast from Uriel! I'd read about her in A Wrinkle In Time!

Whatever they were talking about was suddenly interrupted as Aunt Beast turned to me, waving her tentacles in what I somehow knew to be surprise and asked, “You know me?” I nodded, remembering she could read thoughts. Aunt Beast chuckled and said, “Do not worry little one, I do not read thoughts as you say. I merely feel the words you speak aloud in your mind.” I raised an eyebrow at that and said, “That sounds like the same thing…” Sheik laughed and I felt warm all over hearing it. Aunt Beast seemed to pout as Sheik said, “I told you.” Aunt Beast huffed and said, “One day you will come to understand my meaning, now finish your food.”

I winced a little. I hadn't meant to make Aunt Beast angry… suddenly Aunt Beast relaxed considerably and said, “Oh little one, I'm not angry.” and came around the table and hugged me. She smelled nice. Like grass and fruit. She touched my hand holding the fork and said gently, “Finish eating.” I nodded and said, “Ok.” I finished the food on my plate as Aunt Beast waited.

Done, I leaned back a little in the chair. Aunt Beast picked up my tray and took it through a door, then came back. Sheik leaned forward and asked, “Do you feel better?” I nodded and said, “Thank you…” Sheik smiled over the brim of his cowl and said, “You're welcome.” Aunt Beast sat down and seemed to wait for something. Silence seemed to overtake the room, until Sheik asked, “Do you have any questions?” I answered, “I do have a few…” Sheik and Aunt Beast leaned forward, ready to talk. I opened my mouth and began…