#ywimd au

[stwinsgstdrop]

I have thought about another au...

Stan and Ford have always had what they liked to call 'twin senses'; they always knew when the other was upset, specially when they were children. However, as they grew apart, this connection grew weaker, until it seemingly broke completely when Stan was kicked out that fatidic summer night.

Until they start dreaming with each other. It's 5 or 6 years latter, they haven't seen each other for a long time, but now every time they sleep, they dream with each other — except it isn't a dream.

It starts weird enough. Ford dreams of the beach from his hometown, and there is Stan. Stan thinks it's a weird trip, Ford thinks it's a nightmare again. Ford yells and points, asking what is it going to be this time. Is Stan going to try to make him feel bad, or maybe make him scared that Stan will suddently show up and ruin his life again. Stan just stares and blows on his cigar.

"Well, I know what kind of nightmare I'm in."

Ford sits down on the sand and crosses his arms, and starts talking. He just talks about everything. How much he is angry, hurt, how betrayed he felt, how much it pisses him that he still misses Stan because that's totally unlogical. He talks until he has nothing else to say.

"That sucks for you", Stan says. "Want a smoke?"

Ford accepts even though he's never done it. He tries and immediatly fails, and starts coughing. Stan laughs and takes it from him.

"You have to push it inside, taste it" he shows him how, and releases the smoke through his nose "and let it out. Don't swallow it."

Ford tries again, and while he still coughs, it goes better. He still doesn’t know why Stan likes it. "This is going to kill you, you know that?" He says as he passes the lit back to Stan, who shrugs.

"Many things are." He blows a huge puff. "This one hurts less tho."

Maybe it isn't a nightmare, he reasons. Maybe it's just his mind trying to let him experience catharsis after all this time. He lets himself relax as Stan shows him how he can puff rings of smoke like Gandalf, and they laugh together.

When he wakes up, his mouth can still taste the nicotine and ash. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened in his dream, but he feels lighter. He stops avoiding sleep like it's death, which Fidds thanks the good Lord above for, and even starts to take naps every now and then. He feels better, more energetic, stronger. Much less lonely.

He tells dream Stan everything, and even though he doesn’t always remember how things go, it feels good.

Until Stan stops showing up, and it's like going through that summer alone all over again.

Imma write the rest latter.