Someone Special - part 5.
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thekeyholder91Title: Someone Special part 5. A Glimmer of Hope
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thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovelyms_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. A new character appears in this part, I hope you'll like him! :D Listen to the song mentioned in this story: Reality by Richard Sanderson.
PART 1. | PART 2. | PART 3. | PART 4.
MATTHEW
This craziness has to stop! When I wake up in the morning with the flavour of sweet wine in my mouth I realise that this entire charade has to come to an end. Why should I lose myself to delusional dreams? I will never have the life I live at night! The saddest thing is that I will never have Dominic either…
I’m such a killjoy, but I want to prevent myself from falling in a trap, from hurting myself. Suddenly, the train compartment is filled with sounds coming from a radio station:
“Now, we’re going to listen to a very special song, Reality, by Richard Sanderson. Dedicated to everyone who is in love!”
Ugh, how fun! I have to listen to a love song…when I hear the lyrics, I feel like the whole universe is conspiring against me:
“Met you by surprise
I didn't realise
That my life would change forever.”
How corny! I hope this ends soon! But the delicate chorus is even more confusing:
“Dreams are my reality
The only kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be.”
I swear; I’m going to ask the conductor to turn this demonic thing off! But no, the song continues and I feel like knives are stabbing my heart:
“If you do exist
Honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.”
I just…no, I can’t take this anymore. I put my face in my hands and moan loudly, unsure if I can bear to hear the chorus one more time. Suddenly, a colourful paper catches my eye and I bend to get it. It is an advertisement for the psychology office of a certain Doctor Kirk. It says: “Whatever is bothering you, Dr. Kirk is here to solve it for you!” Hmm, the slogan is pretty silly, but appealing to professional help might be useful, so I bundle the paper into my pocket.
DOMINIC
I woke up smiling, something that has never happened before, yet instead of wearing that smile all day, I replace it with a frown. Don’t get me wrong; I had the sweetest dream last night, but I don’t know if this is right. My stomach clenches with fear, so I leave for work without having breakfast. I don’t think that it’s normal that everything reminds me of him, a man whom I actually haven’t even met yet, in the word’s traditional meaning. I look at the sky and I see the colour of his eyes; the sun is like his bright intelligence and even the hustle and bustle of the city reminds me of his restless heartbeat.
As soon as I arrive in the library, I go to the office under the pretext of doing paperwork. In fact, I pull out an old notebook and look for a phone number that I used to call regularly in the past.
“Dr. Kirk’s office. What can I do for you?”
“Hello, Gina,” I mutter in the receiver. “Dom Howard speaking.”
“Oh, Dom, darling! How are you? Are you calling for an appointment? We haven’t seen you for quite some time.”
“Yes, Gina, I need to talk with Thomas as soon as possible,” I say nervously, biting my nails while I’m waiting for the answer.
“Oh, I hope it’s nothing serious?” Gina asks worriedly while I hear her turning pages in the agenda.
“No, I’m just confused about something. I know Tom is very busy, but could you somehow squeeze me in? Possibly today?”
“Oh, Dom, we’re completely full today, but you’re an old friend, so I guess Dr. Kirk won’t be upset if I schedule you at the end of his programme. Is five o’clock good for you?”
“Perfect! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Gina! Can’t wait to see you!” I sigh with relief as I put down the receiver.
Yes, I’m appealing to professional help and as you could tell, it’s not my first time. I had difficult periods in my life before and I learned that going to a psychologist is much better than fretting to oneself in a dark corner. I had my doubts at first, but Tom is a great man who knows his job. However, I’m still antsy because this time we’re talking about an unusual issue. I hope Tom won’t think that I’ve become completely nuts…
MATTHEW
My stomach was grumbling tragic tunes by the time I arrived at the university’s canteen. I buy the day’s menu and sit down at a secluded table. As I’m wolfing down lunch, I remember the advertisement I found on the train and pull it out from the pocket of my coat. I flatten it out and look at the telephone number. My fingers are itching to form the numbers, but my shyness kicks in too: as soon as I type a number, I delete it. A booming voice brings me back to reality:
“Matthew, son! What are you doing?”
It’s Mr. John with a tray in his hands and the sight of him startles me so much that I forget to hide the advertisement.
“Oh, what are you studying so attentively?”
Jesus, why does he have to be so curious?! I try to brush him off, but with surprising speed, the professor grabs the paper and his face lights up in recognition.
“Oh, you want to go to Kirk? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Do you know him, sir?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Of course, he’s my son-in-law!” Mr. John laughs at my shocked expression. “Wait, I’ll call him and tell him that one of my colleagues needs help.”
“No, Mr. John, it’s not that urgent…” I trail off, but the professor’s already holding the phone to his ear and waves off my protest.
“Thomas? Hello! Look, son, I have this colleague who would like to consult with you. Are you busy today?”
I blush, feeling a bit uncomfortable that this thingy’s become such a big deal! Moreover, it seems that Dr. Kirk is already working overtime, yet his father-in-law keeps insisting. Finally, the psychologist gives in and tells Mr. John that I can come at around half past five. I thank the old man; however, he doesn’t let me go before asking:
“I hope it’s nothing serious? Are we talking about emotional problems? Is a mean girl making your life harder?” Mr. John asks with good intentions.
I blush slightly but laugh the matter off, looking at the table while answering: “Yes, a girl…that confuses me.”
I lied about the gender, but why should I complicate myself in telling Mr. John that I have inappropriate feelings for a man? I’m not sure what his opinion is about homosexuality, so I keep this information quiet. Honestly, I don’t know myself, either, because I’ve never had to cudgel my brains about this problem, but I trust Dr. Kirk to clear my confusing thoughts.
DOMINIC
As I anticipated, Thomas was very kind and understanding. He didn’t think that my dreams were signs of madness, but rather of secret desires, buried deep inside my heart. However, Tom found it curious that the dreams are so fluid and intelligible – “like a second life you’re living during nighttimes” he had said, delving into his thoughts. We couldn’t discuss more because he had another patient at half past five and we heard them shuffling in the waiting hall. Luckily, Tom has a secret door in his office, so that his clients don’t have to exit through the hallway and they can’t be seen by others. A very clever thing if you ask me.
Even though I couldn’t discuss this problem thoroughly with Tom, I feel so much better. I was really afraid that I’ve developed some kind of personality disorder. Tom’s last advice was that I shouldn’t refuse to enter Dreamland, just accept whatever this “second life” would offer me. I waved goodbye and closed the secret door just in time before the next client could see me.
MATTHEW
I arrived at Dr. Kirk’s with at least a quarter of hour to spare, so of course, I decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood. It’s so embarrassing that I always get everywhere earlier than necessary, like an old man. I go back at half past five sharp, but I hear muffled voices coming from Dr. Kirk’s office until they fade away. The door is opened and behind the psychologist I see another door being closed; it was probably the previous client.
“Matthew Bellamy? Hello, I’m Dr. Thomas Kirk!” he says with an inviting smile.
We shake hands and I state that his hold is pleasantly firm, neither too weak nor too strong. He’s taller than me and his kind, shiny black eyes inspire trust and friendliness. I feel a bit guilty, because Dr. Kirk looks so tired, yet he’s still trying to be a professional and treats me like the most important person in the world. Or maybe he’s just aware that Mr. John will be cross with him if I complain about his son-in-law, haha. I’m just joking; I know that Dr. Kirk is very good.
“Dr. Kirk, thank you so much for having me during your overtime,” I thank him while I take a seat in the armchair.
Weird, I always thought I’d have to lie down on a sofa. I guess movies misled me again…
“Oh, come on, just call me Tom, I can’t be much older than you!” he says, opening his notebook and wiping his face.
He’s clearly very tired, so I decide to tell him my strange stories as concisely as possible. I forewarn him about the unusual character of what he’s going to hear and I tell him that I wouldn’t believe it either if it wasn’t happening to me. He nods and encourages me to continue. If in the beginning, Dr. Kirk—sorry, Tom— had to force himself to concentrate on my story, now he’s leaned closer to me and his eyes are wide with curiosity and…something more, but I can’t decode what feelings he’s hiding.
“So, doctor, do you think I’m completely nuts?” I ask laughing, but still a bit nervous.
“No, not at all, I’m just…really amazed by your dreams. I had a client today who also had interesting dreams and I’m kind of jealous of you two! These dreams must be fascinating!” he exclaims, biting his lower lip.
“Yes, they are, I’m just…afraid,” I mumble, blushing and fidgeting with my coat’s zipper.
“Afraid? Of what, Matthew?”
It’s time to open my heart; therefore I’m very glad that Tom is so friendly because I couldn’t talk about these fears to anybody else: “I’m just scared that this whole dream universe, including Dominic, is a creation of my mind. What if because of the years of loneliness I had to endure, my brain made up an idyllic world together with my idyllic companion. Or, even if we accept that he is a real being, what if he lives on another planet? I’m not even willing to think what if we live in completely different galaxies.”
To my greatest surprise, Tom is laughing. Not at me, but at the impossibility of what I’ve just said. It’s like…he knows something that I don’t. Those coal eyes of his are shining mysteriously and he smiles fatherly, as to lull my suspicions. But there is no trace of meanness in him, so I tell myself that I imagined everything.
“Matthew, you surely know that we only dream about people we’ve already met, even if you can’t remember them consciously.”
“I know, but I have such a great memory! Oh and…I don’t understand why our relationship is developing in that direction,” I whisper embarrassedly. “I’ve never…”
“Ah, I see. So you’re not homosexual?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never liked any men before, but Dominic – if that is his real name – he has something irresistible. I’m so confused!”
“Hmm, maybe these dreams represent the search for your true sexuality,” Tom states. He steps to his shelves, takes a book from there and expects me to talk further about this aspect.
“You might be right, but you see, before having these dreams, I’ve never ever doubted that I like women only. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against gay relationships, I’m just really shocked. Though I’m more and more convinced that gender doesn’t matter…”
“Matthew, now I’m quite sure that the old Freud would connect your dreams with your sexuality.”
“Pff, he connected everything with that! He’d say that according to my dreams, I’m the biggest pervert and I want to find a partner, whom I’d need for my sexual experiments!” Tom and I laugh heartily, and I notice that it’s quite late.
“Tom, I’d better be going, it’s past six and I’m sure you can’t wait to get home. Thank you again for accepting this appointment,” I say thankfully, feeling so much better after my confession.
“No worries, Matthew, I’m glad I met you! Please, do come back and tell me your progress, all right? I’m really interested in how will this evolve,” he answers and I see again that foxy look on his face.
I tell myself that I’m just really tired and leave the office with a light heart. Just as Tom told me, I will close my rational side while dreaming and enjoy the new adventures as much as possible.
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. A new character appears in this part, I hope you'll like him! :D Listen to the song mentioned in this story: Reality by Richard Sanderson.
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“Someone Special – part 5. A Glimmer of Hope
MATTHEW
This craziness has to stop! When I wake up in the morning with the flavour of sweet wine in my mouth I realise that this entire charade has to come to an end. Why should I lose myself to delusional dreams? I will never have the life I live at night! The saddest thing is that I will never have Dominic either…
I’m such a killjoy, but I want to prevent myself from falling in a trap, from hurting myself. Suddenly, the train compartment is filled with sounds coming from a radio station:
“Now, we’re going to listen to a very special song, Reality, by Richard Sanderson. Dedicated to everyone who is in love!”
Ugh, how fun! I have to listen to a love song…when I hear the lyrics, I feel like the whole universe is conspiring against me:
“Met you by surprise
I didn't realise
That my life would change forever.”
How corny! I hope this ends soon! But the delicate chorus is even more confusing:
“Dreams are my reality
The only kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be.”
I swear; I’m going to ask the conductor to turn this demonic thing off! But no, the song continues and I feel like knives are stabbing my heart:
“If you do exist
Honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.”
I just…no, I can’t take this anymore. I put my face in my hands and moan loudly, unsure if I can bear to hear the chorus one more time. Suddenly, a colourful paper catches my eye and I bend to get it. It is an advertisement for the psychology office of a certain Doctor Kirk. It says: “Whatever is bothering you, Dr. Kirk is here to solve it for you!” Hmm, the slogan is pretty silly, but appealing to professional help might be useful, so I bundle the paper into my pocket.
DOMINIC
I woke up smiling, something that has never happened before, yet instead of wearing that smile all day, I replace it with a frown. Don’t get me wrong; I had the sweetest dream last night, but I don’t know if this is right. My stomach clenches with fear, so I leave for work without having breakfast. I don’t think that it’s normal that everything reminds me of him, a man whom I actually haven’t even met yet, in the word’s traditional meaning. I look at the sky and I see the colour of his eyes; the sun is like his bright intelligence and even the hustle and bustle of the city reminds me of his restless heartbeat.
As soon as I arrive in the library, I go to the office under the pretext of doing paperwork. In fact, I pull out an old notebook and look for a phone number that I used to call regularly in the past.
“Dr. Kirk’s office. What can I do for you?”
“Hello, Gina,” I mutter in the receiver. “Dom Howard speaking.”
“Oh, Dom, darling! How are you? Are you calling for an appointment? We haven’t seen you for quite some time.”
“Yes, Gina, I need to talk with Thomas as soon as possible,” I say nervously, biting my nails while I’m waiting for the answer.
“Oh, I hope it’s nothing serious?” Gina asks worriedly while I hear her turning pages in the agenda.
“No, I’m just confused about something. I know Tom is very busy, but could you somehow squeeze me in? Possibly today?”
“Oh, Dom, we’re completely full today, but you’re an old friend, so I guess Dr. Kirk won’t be upset if I schedule you at the end of his programme. Is five o’clock good for you?”
“Perfect! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Gina! Can’t wait to see you!” I sigh with relief as I put down the receiver.
Yes, I’m appealing to professional help and as you could tell, it’s not my first time. I had difficult periods in my life before and I learned that going to a psychologist is much better than fretting to oneself in a dark corner. I had my doubts at first, but Tom is a great man who knows his job. However, I’m still antsy because this time we’re talking about an unusual issue. I hope Tom won’t think that I’ve become completely nuts…
MATTHEW
My stomach was grumbling tragic tunes by the time I arrived at the university’s canteen. I buy the day’s menu and sit down at a secluded table. As I’m wolfing down lunch, I remember the advertisement I found on the train and pull it out from the pocket of my coat. I flatten it out and look at the telephone number. My fingers are itching to form the numbers, but my shyness kicks in too: as soon as I type a number, I delete it. A booming voice brings me back to reality:
“Matthew, son! What are you doing?”
It’s Mr. John with a tray in his hands and the sight of him startles me so much that I forget to hide the advertisement.
“Oh, what are you studying so attentively?”
Jesus, why does he have to be so curious?! I try to brush him off, but with surprising speed, the professor grabs the paper and his face lights up in recognition.
“Oh, you want to go to Kirk? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Do you know him, sir?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Of course, he’s my son-in-law!” Mr. John laughs at my shocked expression. “Wait, I’ll call him and tell him that one of my colleagues needs help.”
“No, Mr. John, it’s not that urgent…” I trail off, but the professor’s already holding the phone to his ear and waves off my protest.
“Thomas? Hello! Look, son, I have this colleague who would like to consult with you. Are you busy today?”
I blush, feeling a bit uncomfortable that this thingy’s become such a big deal! Moreover, it seems that Dr. Kirk is already working overtime, yet his father-in-law keeps insisting. Finally, the psychologist gives in and tells Mr. John that I can come at around half past five. I thank the old man; however, he doesn’t let me go before asking:
“I hope it’s nothing serious? Are we talking about emotional problems? Is a mean girl making your life harder?” Mr. John asks with good intentions.
I blush slightly but laugh the matter off, looking at the table while answering: “Yes, a girl…that confuses me.”
I lied about the gender, but why should I complicate myself in telling Mr. John that I have inappropriate feelings for a man? I’m not sure what his opinion is about homosexuality, so I keep this information quiet. Honestly, I don’t know myself, either, because I’ve never had to cudgel my brains about this problem, but I trust Dr. Kirk to clear my confusing thoughts.
DOMINIC
As I anticipated, Thomas was very kind and understanding. He didn’t think that my dreams were signs of madness, but rather of secret desires, buried deep inside my heart. However, Tom found it curious that the dreams are so fluid and intelligible – “like a second life you’re living during nighttimes” he had said, delving into his thoughts. We couldn’t discuss more because he had another patient at half past five and we heard them shuffling in the waiting hall. Luckily, Tom has a secret door in his office, so that his clients don’t have to exit through the hallway and they can’t be seen by others. A very clever thing if you ask me.
Even though I couldn’t discuss this problem thoroughly with Tom, I feel so much better. I was really afraid that I’ve developed some kind of personality disorder. Tom’s last advice was that I shouldn’t refuse to enter Dreamland, just accept whatever this “second life” would offer me. I waved goodbye and closed the secret door just in time before the next client could see me.
MATTHEW
I arrived at Dr. Kirk’s with at least a quarter of hour to spare, so of course, I decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood. It’s so embarrassing that I always get everywhere earlier than necessary, like an old man. I go back at half past five sharp, but I hear muffled voices coming from Dr. Kirk’s office until they fade away. The door is opened and behind the psychologist I see another door being closed; it was probably the previous client.
“Matthew Bellamy? Hello, I’m Dr. Thomas Kirk!” he says with an inviting smile.
We shake hands and I state that his hold is pleasantly firm, neither too weak nor too strong. He’s taller than me and his kind, shiny black eyes inspire trust and friendliness. I feel a bit guilty, because Dr. Kirk looks so tired, yet he’s still trying to be a professional and treats me like the most important person in the world. Or maybe he’s just aware that Mr. John will be cross with him if I complain about his son-in-law, haha. I’m just joking; I know that Dr. Kirk is very good.
“Dr. Kirk, thank you so much for having me during your overtime,” I thank him while I take a seat in the armchair.
Weird, I always thought I’d have to lie down on a sofa. I guess movies misled me again…
“Oh, come on, just call me Tom, I can’t be much older than you!” he says, opening his notebook and wiping his face.
He’s clearly very tired, so I decide to tell him my strange stories as concisely as possible. I forewarn him about the unusual character of what he’s going to hear and I tell him that I wouldn’t believe it either if it wasn’t happening to me. He nods and encourages me to continue. If in the beginning, Dr. Kirk—sorry, Tom— had to force himself to concentrate on my story, now he’s leaned closer to me and his eyes are wide with curiosity and…something more, but I can’t decode what feelings he’s hiding.
“So, doctor, do you think I’m completely nuts?” I ask laughing, but still a bit nervous.
“No, not at all, I’m just…really amazed by your dreams. I had a client today who also had interesting dreams and I’m kind of jealous of you two! These dreams must be fascinating!” he exclaims, biting his lower lip.
“Yes, they are, I’m just…afraid,” I mumble, blushing and fidgeting with my coat’s zipper.
“Afraid? Of what, Matthew?”
It’s time to open my heart; therefore I’m very glad that Tom is so friendly because I couldn’t talk about these fears to anybody else: “I’m just scared that this whole dream universe, including Dominic, is a creation of my mind. What if because of the years of loneliness I had to endure, my brain made up an idyllic world together with my idyllic companion. Or, even if we accept that he is a real being, what if he lives on another planet? I’m not even willing to think what if we live in completely different galaxies.”
To my greatest surprise, Tom is laughing. Not at me, but at the impossibility of what I’ve just said. It’s like…he knows something that I don’t. Those coal eyes of his are shining mysteriously and he smiles fatherly, as to lull my suspicions. But there is no trace of meanness in him, so I tell myself that I imagined everything.
“Matthew, you surely know that we only dream about people we’ve already met, even if you can’t remember them consciously.”
“I know, but I have such a great memory! Oh and…I don’t understand why our relationship is developing in that direction,” I whisper embarrassedly. “I’ve never…”
“Ah, I see. So you’re not homosexual?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never liked any men before, but Dominic – if that is his real name – he has something irresistible. I’m so confused!”
“Hmm, maybe these dreams represent the search for your true sexuality,” Tom states. He steps to his shelves, takes a book from there and expects me to talk further about this aspect.
“You might be right, but you see, before having these dreams, I’ve never ever doubted that I like women only. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against gay relationships, I’m just really shocked. Though I’m more and more convinced that gender doesn’t matter…”
“Matthew, now I’m quite sure that the old Freud would connect your dreams with your sexuality.”
“Pff, he connected everything with that! He’d say that according to my dreams, I’m the biggest pervert and I want to find a partner, whom I’d need for my sexual experiments!” Tom and I laugh heartily, and I notice that it’s quite late.
“Tom, I’d better be going, it’s past six and I’m sure you can’t wait to get home. Thank you again for accepting this appointment,” I say thankfully, feeling so much better after my confession.
“No worries, Matthew, I’m glad I met you! Please, do come back and tell me your progress, all right? I’m really interested in how will this evolve,” he answers and I see again that foxy look on his face.
I tell myself that I’m just really tired and leave the office with a light heart. Just as Tom told me, I will close my rational side while dreaming and enjoy the new adventures as much as possible.
