Someone Special - part 3.

[thekeyholder91]

Title: Someone Special part 3. Not Their Time Yet
Author:thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovely ms_belle10  :) Thank you! :)
Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time. I think it really represents me and I'd love to hear what you think about it!
So, I know I'm on holiday, but I thought I'd post the third part...the plot tickens! :D This is also a little tribute to my favourite novel, Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky.

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Someone Special – part 3. Not Their Time Yet

 

 

DOMINIC

 

I always say that I’ll be thinking about certain things on my way home, but I never ever do so. There’s always something in the city that captures my attention and distracts me from my initial thoughts: a funny event on the streets, a magical sunset over the smog of the city or just a random passer-by who makes me smile.

 

I open the door of my little garret and the first breaths I take of the scent of my home fill me with warmth and safety, but I also sense a pang of loneliness in my heart. I sigh with resignation and pretend that I didn’t notice that thorn hurting me yet again. Instead, I prepare a light supper. As my hunger’s been satisfied, I secretly hope that I still have a bottle of wine somewhere.

 

Luckily, I do. I sit on the inner sill of my window and look at the ruby liquid in the light of the setting sun. Precious colours show themselves as I twirl the wine and watch it settle again in the bottom of the crystal glass. I imagine another universe as I sip the numbing sweetness and watch the city lights. Maybe there, in the distance, is a man, possibly with blue eyes, thinking – if even for a millisecond – about me. In a better world he would be here and he would keep me company, but reality is always disappointing. Too much thinking for an evening and half of the contents of the bottle are gone too, so I decide to call it a day. Good night…

 

I feel free again and find myself in front of a large door. Oh, this is grandfather’s house! I enter the library and I automatically smile. Everything is as peaceful as ever and looks like it did in my childhood. I wander among the shelves and notice that grandpa’s favourite armchair is occupied. Bright light is blinding me a bit, but I see a pair of legs propped on the arm and the old-fashioned shoes confirms to me that it is Grandpa.

 

However, as I approach him something changes and I stop abruptly. The book is slowly lowered, but I already know who’s behind it: the stranger. Why is he reading in my library? He puts the book in his lap and studies me openly with interest. Well, that’s nice, but what the heck is he doing here?!

 

Ouch. I think he heard it because he blushes for a second, but adds with a smirk: “Well, I thought I’d give you a lesson about the impoliteness of entering people’s private spheres.”

 

He wants to look nonchalant and cool as his head leans to the right, waiting for my reaction, but he can’t fool me! If I’m good at something, it’s reading, regardless their nature: I can read people just as easily as I would read a book. The nervous tapping of the stranger’s fingers and that very slight quiver in his voice – which would have passed unnoticed for others – give him away, but at the same time make him more likable.

 

“Besides, I’m really fond of that astronaut,” he giggles and the walls echo the sound. Why are laughs so loud in my dreams?

 

Suddenly, we’re standing face to face and I know what is going to happen next, I can almost hear him uttering the words and I extend my hand:

 

“I’m…”

 

“My name is…”

 

But I wake up! NO! Oh, this can’t be possible; I pummel my pillow and curse. Why exactly then? Why? I’m sure it’s because of the alcohol, so I hurry to the toilet. It’s only four in the morning and I should fall asleep as soon as possible; maybe I will meet him again.

 

MATTHEW

 

‘Come on, stupid mind, remember! What happened last night?’

 

I tried remembering, but some black veil always covers my eyes. I lie in the position I slept and I focus on the only image I remember: the moment I lowered my book and I set my eyes on his radiant face. Radiant? Wow, Matt, you are becoming poetic! I repeat that piece of dream over and over in my mind, but no results so far. I slowly get up and eat breakfast in my pyjamas. Luckily, I don’t have much work today, though that might turn against me: if I have too much time on my hands, I tend to over-think things.

 

Throughout the day I remember some details of the dream, but the image is still unclear; for example I can’t recall what happened after the stranger disappeared. ‘If it’s important, it will have to cross my mind at some point’, I tell myself as my eyes scan a document. I’m in Mr. John’s office; he asked me to help him with the tons of paperwork the board dumped on him. Suddenly, all the letters blur in front of me, except a few words which seem to burn on the page.

 

I read them under my breath, forgetting that I’m not alone. Mr. John might be deaf sometimes, but he heard me now and asks what I said.

 

“Oh, I just remembered a…a quote. I think it’s from a novel, I’m not s-sure,” I stutter nervously. “Something about liking strangers from the first sight even if we haven’t talked to them?”

 

“Ah, yes!” The old man’s face lights up and he massages his forehead to remember the name. “If I’m not wrong, it’s by Dostoevsky, maybe even from Crime and Punishment. I haven’t read his books in a while, so I’m not sure, son. You should check in the library.”

 

I smile and thank him for the good advice. Who knows, this might be a clue…

 

A bit later I’m walking in the streets of London, wasting my time. I notice a florist’s on the corner and I remember that it’s Mum’s birthday. I already bought her a pair of earrings a while ago, but some beautiful flowers always bring her joy. The old woman behind the counter greets me kindly. I look at all the colourful flowers and scratch my neck confusedly. Hmm, what should I buy? Roses or marguerites?

 

“Sir, may I recommend to you this gorgeous bouquet of yellow tulips?”

 

My eyes widen at the sight of the truly nice bouquet and an image flashes through my mind, but it was too quick to remember. I’m not sure, but the woman’s smile seems a bit sly, like she’s hiding something. I inspect the bunch of flowers and it makes me think about the stranger from my dream. While I pay for the tulips, I feel indignation that I have to call him “the stranger”. Why can’t I know his name?

 

“All in their time, young man.”

 

“Excuse me?” I ask, dumbfounded, horrified that she could know of these strange meetings I have during the night.

 

“Ali, in time,” she says as she points to a young man with Arabic features who’s just entered, carrying a large box, but I don’t think she really said that.

 

I hurry out of the shop and a glance at my watch tells me that I still have some time to kill, so I head to the library. Hopefully, I’ll find the Dostoevsky book I need. Usually, I go to the first floor to consult science books, but now I step into the elevator and push the button of the third floor where the “belles-lettres” section is.

 

DOMINIC

 

I’ve been thinking about the whole “dreaming affair” and I came to the conclusion that these dreams might mean something. Maybe my subconscious wants to message me something. I look around: the library’s quite empty and anyway, my colleague, Morgan, is here if anyone needs help. I plan to go on the second floor where the psychology books are kept. I exit and go down the stairs; I hear somebody getting out of the elevator and for a moment I have the urge to turn back, but I continue on my way.

 

Chris, my colleague, is reading at the reception desk, so I go up to him and ask the big guy to show me where I can find Freud’s books. He’s a bit surprised by my new preference in reading materials. We have a very intriguing discussion on Freud’s work and I decide to stay and have a cup of tea with Chris since we rarely have the chance to talk.

 

MATTHEW

 

Ever since I entered the building, I felt a shiver running up and down my spine. The sensation grows as I push open the glass door of the literature section. I don’t know what it could be, but I don’t have time to analyse it now. Luckily, there’s a free computer and I search on the internet a page of quotes. The third quote under Dostoevsky’s name is the one I was looking for and I almost pump my fist in the air as I read it hungrily again and again:

 

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

 

Wow, the professor was right; it is from Crime and Punishment. I read the book ten-eleven years ago and I know I enjoyed it greatly, but I didn’t remember this quote. I ask the librarian’s help and he leads me to the letter ‘D’. There are quite a few editions, but I choose the oldest one, the book which looks like the one in my dream.

 

DOMINIC

 

With two books in my hand, I climb back to the third floor. The elevator’s doors are closing and I frown. I don’t know why, but there’s something unusual in the air. As I open the door and the warm air hits my face, my nostrils dilate. It’s this scent…this familiar and pleasant perfume lingering in the atmosphere and I take deep breaths as I close my eyes. Wood essence and spices, a bit masculine…it remind me of…oh no, no, that can’t be true! But it is the stranger’s perfume; it is impregnated forever in my mind…

 

I run to Morgan and ask him who the person that just left was. The ‘some guy’ and a shrug answer is not enough, I feel I might explode any minute. I take hold of Morgan’s shoulder and ask him again how the last person looked like and what he did. He describes exactly the young man from my dream…I feel like pulling out my hair; my tongue can’t move fast enough to give voice to my restless thoughts:

 

“Okay, tell me what did he do? Did he borrow any books? Did he say anything else?”

 

Morgan shows me the computer the stranger used and I also learn that he borrowed Crime and Punishment. Oh, I like his taste, that’s one of my favourite books! I check the computer where he sat a few minutes ago and I sigh ruefully: the chair preserved his warmth. The stranger was so rushed that he forgot to close the browser window and my heart stops beating for a moment as I read the quote he highlighted. I jump to my feet and without any worries of what might others think about me, I run downstairs as fast as I can.

 

I need to find you, blue-eyed stranger. I need to talk to you, I need to hold your hand, I need to look in your eyes. I need the confirmation that you are real…I feel like collapsing in the middle of the empty street. Instead, I just sit on the stairs with my head in my hands, trying to hold back my tears. We missed each other by what, a couple of metres? Three-four minutes? What kind of forces are playing with our feelings?!

 

“Would you help an old woman, sir?”

 

I look up; an old beggar is extending her open palm towards me. I find some change in my pocket and give it to her.

 

“It wasn’t time yet, young man. Follow your dreams.”

 

I gasp and want to ask the old woman how she found out about my problem, but she’s, incredibly, very far from me. I call after her but she only replies with a “God bless you, young man!”, so I go back to Morgan, unable to stop sighing every minute. I go to the Dostoevsky section to put my fingers on the books he touched as well. Something on the ground catches my attention and I bend to get it. It’s a yellow tulip petal and I bit my lip anxiously. I think the stranger dropped it, considering the second part of the dream…

 

I ask Morgan if he’d seen anyone walking in with tulips and the reply is satisfactory: the stranger had a bouquet of yellow tulips. I don’t think I can cope with more excitement today; I tell myself I only have to work an hour and then I can go home. I go in the office to finish some paperwork and while I’m checking a bill, I remember that I once read about the so-called flower language. Each flower was attributed a meaning which also changed, depending on the flower’s colour. I type ‘flower meanings’ in a search engine and open the first site. My stomach clenches with excitement as I search ‘yellow tulip’.

 

I blink several times and I feel my cheeks flushing. My heart stops again for a moment and I feel a tear rushing to the corner of my eye. Yellow tulips mean…“There’s sunshine in your smile”. I smile involuntarily and hide the petal in a book. This night I’ll have to remember to smile more…

 

MATTHEW

 

I choose an empty compartment on my way home; twenty minutes and I’m home. I open the window to let in some fresh air. The Dostoevsky novel feels reassuring in my lap; I brush my nose against the soft tulips and the breeze tousles my hair. I concentrate on the image of the tulips, these wonderful flowers which exist in more than three thousand varieties and are the national flower of Turkey. Come on, Matt, think about the dream! Blonde stranger and yellow tulips…then a string of images flashes in front of me and I shiver.

 

Somebody grabs my hand and before I can protest, they jump in the air and we start flying so fast that everything around us becomes blurry. Until then, I couldn’t see my companion, but now I notice that it’s a fairy-like creature with red hair and a pair of reddish-purple wings. I stare at her until she tells me to close my eyes. We’re falling and I think I passed out.

 

I wake up to the fairy giggling around me, bright sunlight preventing me from opening my eyes. A delicate perfume is brought by the breeze. I open my eyes to the most beautiful scene ever: I’m resting against a linden tree (the source of the perfume) in the middle of a yellow tulip field and as I turn my head to the left I see the fairy tying my hand to somebody’s hand with a thin, gold thread. She tied me to…the blonde stranger. Like a bucket of water on a hot day, great pleasure runs through my body and I shiver.

 

He seems to have the same “problem” as me, his strong and warm fingers squeezing mine, and the contact increases the confusing tingle inside me. I hear the fairy cheering and I see her capering farther into the field, but the blonde calls after her, asking who she is.

 

“Faith,” the answer and further giggles ring from the distance.

 

 Surprised by the reply, the stranger entwines his fingers with mine and I gasp audibly, the sight of his wide smile melting with the yellow tulips and waves of pleasure.

 

My pulse must be at a dangerously high level, but I’ve never felt this alive. I lean against the seat with a satisfied smile; after all it was worth waiting for the heavenly images and the sensations brought by them. Dear stranger, thank you for proving to me that dreams are an essential part of our existence. Dreams are slices of life cut differently and should be enjoyed and cherished. The night couldn’t come fast enough and I’ll probably check the watch every other minute.

 

Comments

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

I don't know if I want them to meet each other or if I want them to keep dreaming. xD

Oh, believe me, they will be dreaming of each other a lot!!! ;)

[stefanyeah.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaah!
They missed each other! EEEEEK!

And strange woman? Eh? Is she Fait?

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

They missed each other! EEEEEK!

Yes, I know, I'm mean. :P

Oh, you see, I haven't even thought about the woman's identity! It could be faith! I just inserted some 'helping' characters like in tales. :)

[stefanyeah.livejournal.com]

More dreams to be dreamt in this case. XD

I see, I see. :D

[laurad2609.livejournal.com]

D'aw! I wanted to scroll down the page and the story to never end! It's an amazing chapter, and that fairy dream was fantastic! Loved it!

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Laura, it means a lot! In you I have my faith! ;)

[eskarlata.livejournal.com]

It´s a question of time now, I suppose. It´ll be so weird though, when they meet xD If they meet, of course. But then again, this is fantasy so...anything can happen haha, I have to remind myself that.

I didn´t remember that quote from the book either. I love that novel too.

I need to find you, blue-eyed stranger. I need to talk to you, I need to hold your hand, I need to look in your eyes. I need the confirmation that you are real…

my god, your Dom is so sweet, he wants to hold his hand...I wanna give him a bear hug, dunno why. And curiously -this never happens ot me- I´d like to be Dom´s friend, nothing more. I´m usually like "lucky Matt, I wanna be Matt" and aasdfasdf but not this time. Just like I said on the previous comment, he has this feminine vibe...and his thoughts are so dreamy...now that I think about it, you tend to write Dom like this. In SIDOY he was the sensitive and fragile one too. Always so pure. But that is your style and I respect that.

Sorry about the rambling, I just wanted to say something, I don´t like comments that don´t say anything, you know what I mean? :)

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

LOL they will meet at the end of the story, but please, forget I said this, okay? xD I guess it will be awkward a bit, but they will get to know each other better. You'll see.

Haha, I know you do! Btw, I wasn't sure about the quote either, but I had a vague memory that I'll find something very good for my story. :D

my god, your Dom is so sweet, he wants to hold his hand...I wanna give him a bear hug, dunno why. And curiously -this never happens ot me- I´d like to be Dom´s friend, nothing more.

Haha, I think I understand what you mean! :P Again, it was not something conscious to make him more feminine, but I wanted the two guys to be quite different, so Dom turned out more dreamy compared to pragmatic Matt.

LOL should I write a dirty minded Dom then? xD I wrote many one-offs, but yes, I guess this Dom and Dom from SIDOY are somewhat similar. Btw, I have a friend who noticed that I have a thing with fathers! xD The one from YAMS (a teen!muse series) and from SIDOY are both...imperfect? :P

No rambling, I love long comments and you always notice sublime things! Thank you so much!!! <3333


*hugs*

[eskarlata.livejournal.com]

LOL should I write a dirty minded Dom then?

NOOOOO lol It´s just that his purety surprises me a bit, but I think we had this discusion before so there´s no point in bringing it up again xD Like I said, I just wanted to say something hahahaha.

Sublime things? Never! my comments are so random xD You´re just too polite and kind.

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Don't argue, I love your comments! :D:D:D

Ha, I know, but I can't help that I imagine him that way for this story, I don't know! xD

[erasedjanna.livejournal.com]

I should be sleeping 'cause I'm tired but I couldn't go to sleep before reading this! And I'm glad I didn't decide to read this later. Anyway...

I like dream parts very, very much. Too bad that Dom's dream ended too early! But it always goes like that! You always wake up (or something disturbs your sleep..) when something very, very good and interesting and exciting is about to happen! But I hope Dom gets to know Matt's name soon (and the other way around, too!).

Oh but Matt. When I read that he was gonna go to the library... I can't find the words but I think you can imagine what I mean! :D And then again... at the library... I was soooo frustrated because of Dom!

I hear somebody getting out of the elevator and for a moment I have the urge to turn back, but I continue on my way.

Why didn't he turn around?! So many emotions going through my head. I just wanted to shake him and send him after Matt! And then they missed each other again! Life/fate/something is playing with them, really! But I guess waiting will be worth it.

Very, very good chapter as always, Brigi ♥ I loved it and I can't wait for more! Thank you!

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Oh, Janna, you are so lovely! :') I wish everyone who read it would leave nice comments like you because I felt a bit disappointed by the lack of interest. *sighs*

You always wake up (or something disturbs your sleep..) when something very, very good and interesting and exciting is about to happen!

Argh, I know, right? I'm glad you like the dreams, though, even if they end prematurely. Ah, yes, I think they will learn each others name in the next part! Of course, it will be in an interesting manner!

Oh but Matt. When I read that he was gonna go to the library... I can't find the words but I think you can imagine what I mean! :D And then again... at the library... I was soooo frustrated because of Dom!

I'm so sorry that it didn't happen! How would this be a series if they met then? :P Haha, I hope it spiced things up a bit though!

Thank you so much for your kind comment, it means a lot to me!!! <3333 *bear hugs*

[l-starlight-13.livejournal.com]

Damn, they missed each other! At least they can still hang out in their dreams :3
This is so lovely and I can't wait for more :)
Thanks for the update <3

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

I know, I thought that would make the story more interesting!

Yep, they have many dreams ahead! I'm glad you liked it, I was a bit afraid that this story is shit because people don't really comment...

*hugs and cookies*

[engel-sehnsucht.livejournal.com]

Noooo, they can't miss each other! Well, they did, but you know. XD I want them to meet each other...

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

LOL you're cute! xD I'm sowwy, I couldn't let them meet so soon! What would the fun be in that? =))

<333

[sheerpoetry.livejournal.com]

OH MY.
SO CLOSE.

It's kind of frustrating, all these near-misses, but I know the meeting will be spectacular! Looking forward to more, Brigi!

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Stacie! ^_^

I know I'm playing with the readers' patience, but I do hope the meeting will be worth the wait! :)

*hugs*

[ms-belle10.livejournal.com]

Brigi, dear, forgive me for taking so long in replying to this lovely chapter that you've given us. I'm so glad to see that everyone is enjoying your work--it's such a fun concept and I'm happy to see it's going over so well! Many hugs, dear!

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

No problem, I'm glad you beta this series. :) Yeah, I guess it's enjoyed by some, though sometimes I doubt it.

*hugs*

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Huh, I couldn't let them meet so early, could I? :P

No worries, I had crazy dreams at my aunts as well...like an alternate ending to Harry Potter! xD

i liked how there's these little signs everywhere in reality, as well as in their dreams, about their almost-meeting :D

Thank you, I hope to include more in the next parts! :) Though you might have to wait for an update... *sowwy*

*hugs* Thanks for commenting!!!