Everlong (Songfic of 'Everlong' by Foo Fighters)
Collaboration by: Lyssira and Nataki
Disclaimer: *ahem* No, we do not own Gundam wing or any related characters. yada yada yada
Warnings: Umm. Angst 5+? Dream/songfic


<Hello. I've waited here for you, Everlong>

Darkness had descended upon his conscious mind, hours of tossing and twisting in his sheets long forgotten. It was not long before the dreams came-nothing could every stop them, nothing ever would. Very few ever began violently, peaceful images feeling very much like the calm before the storm to him. An emerald green field, vibrant grass as perfect as spun crystal, glimmered in the moonlight of his world. That place had always been incredibly beautiful-in reality, not just this place conjured by a grieving soul.

<Tonight I throw myself into and out of the red, out of her head, she sang>

He strode through the meadow, soft shoes glistening with dew. The sky decame the color of black cherries, red and black in the same instant. A soft glowing light filled the dreamworld for a moment. It faded to reveal a woman dressed in a flowing scarlet and black levet gown.

<Come down and waste away with me, down with me>

He stared, numbly ignoring the erractic pounding of his heart. The girl's face remained in shadow, only a pale ghost where elegant beauty might've been. She moved slowly towards him, gliding across the earth as though her feet did not quite touch the ground.

<slow how you wanted it to be, I'm over my head, out her head, she sang>

The girl was practically shimmering. Wufei's adrenaline pumped through his veins. Who was she?

<And I wonder when I sing along with you, if anything could ever feel this real forever.>

For what seemed an eternity the girl neared the Shenlong pilot, closing the space between them as if moving through water.

<If anything could ever be this good again>

He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt as if he knew her. Even without seeing her face. He knew her. He could not deny his curiosity, though he kept it to himself.

<The only thing I'll ever ask of you. You've got to promise not to stop when I say when. She sang>

There was something familiar. Something that his mind would not allow him to remember.

<Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in>

She kept floating. Ever nearer, yet never close enough. He wanted to feel her close to him, but he couldn't reach her. He couldn't touch her.

<And now, I know you've always been out of your head, out of my head I sang>

It was as if they were polar opposites, the force of the earth pushing them away from each other. If he tried to reach out, she flew farther away. And it was flying. It was not humanly possibly for someone to walk that smoothly.

<And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever>

In this moment, he felt so alive. Everything was so real. Except for the girl, her silky black hair moving gently in the wind. He could see everything, yet he was shrouded in darkness. His own dark past.

<If anything could ever be this good again>

"Miss," he called hoarsely, in a voice unused to speaking. She'd turned away again, now spinning to face him with large, curious eyes glowing in the shadows.

<The only thing I'll ever ask of you. You've got to promise not to stop when I say when. She sang.>

"M-Meiran?" he stuttered.

Suddenly, the earth beneath them began to shake. She lost her balance and toppled over. Falling rubble trapped her where she fell. Wufei had to save her. He tried to get up, but something held him back.


<And I wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever>

How could he have not known? How could he have not recognized her? Was his mind so cruel to deny him her memories? Above, the sky mirrored its earthen counterpart, shattering in a million pieces at the revelation of who this girl was. The shards pounded upon her, like mercilous bullets.

<If anything could ever be this good again>

He finally ran to her. In the blink of an eye, the glow was no more. All that remained was Wufei holding a dead, limp body. Cold as ice. He'd felt like this before. Couldn't bear this pain again. He cried aloud. He didn't care if anyone saw. He'd just seen his dead wife die again. Even if only on a dream, It was so real.

<The only thing I'll ever ask of you. You've got to promise not to stop when I say when>


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