Project Boussh: Dreams Of Rescue
by Alison Sky

The cell was 5 foot by five and a half feet.  The metal bars of 
the open wall were opposite the tiny window.  One cot was in the 
room, Face sat on one end while Alison was stretched out, sleeping.  
Her head rested in Face's lap.
     
     Face absentmindly stroked the miscut hair away from her cheek, 
revealing the bruise on her cheek.  How he missed Dia right now.  How 
long had it been now since he was kidnapped from Hollywood?  Days... 
weeks... It could have been years, for all he knew.  He missed her 
more than anything, and just wished he could be with her right now.
     
     Alison stirred in her sleep, turning over the curl up more on 
the cot.  Face felt her hands and knew she was cold, but Atner had 
given them no blankets.  Alison's jumpsuit was also ragged, the cuts 
from the swordfight having torn more during their escort to the 
cell.  He wished that he had his jacket to give her, but they had 
left those behind near the cliffs.

     So all Face could do was stroke her cheek and rub his hands 
along her arms, hoping that at least she didn't feel the cold as she 
slept.

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      Alison slept on her cot.  She opened her eyes and saw Face 
laying facedown on the floor, a pool of blood coming from the back of 
his head.  She looked up to see Atner standing before her, a sword in 
his hand.  He laughs, then goes to swipe down at her.

     She raises her hand to block the blow, knowing she would probably 
lose her arm from the action.  However, then pain doesn't come.  She 
opens her eyes and sees Atner fall to his knees in front of her.  He 
then hits the ground, the sword clattering away.

     Looking up, Alison can make out a figure entering the room.  She 
can tell it's a man.  He is tall, but any of his features are hidden 
from her sight.  He runs to her while another comes in, checking on 
Face.  The second person picks up the fallen Wraith, while the first 
kneels down in front of Alison.

     "Are you ok?" the man asks, running a hand across her face.  She 
nods, and tries to stand.  She falls, and the man grabs her around 
her waist to steady her.  "Let me help you."

     Alison is unable to say anything, but nods.  The once proud 
swordswoman is swept into the strong arms of the man who had rescuded 
her.  They rush out the cell door behind the person carrying Face.  
As they run down the hall, suddenly they are surrounded by 
stormtroopers.

     Scared and feeling helpless, Alison looks up into the eyes of 
her saviour.  She can see the tints of blue as they search her 
face.  "Don't worry... this is only a dream.  But I will come for 
you."

     With that, Alison jerked her head as the pain from the stormies' 
blasterfire filled her body.

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     Face shook Alison as she jerked around in her sleep.  "Alison, 
wake up!"

     Suddenly she bolted upright.  It took her a moment to remember 
where she was, and a second later to feel the coldness numbing her 
body.  Face slid over and wrapped his arms around her, trying to warm 
her up.  "Alison, what's wrong?"

     She looked at Face, and relief set in as snuggled closer to 
him.  "I had a bad dream... that's all."

     "Want to talk about it?"

     Alison shook her head. "I'm just glad I'm not a Force user.  
Cause if that's a vision of the future.. I'm not sure I want it."

     "That bad, eh?"

     The image of the blue eyes, feeling safe in the arms of her 
rescuer returned to her.  A soft smile came to her lips.  "Almost all 
of it."

      Face held her closer, feeling the woman's body shiver agaisnt 
him.  "We'll get out of here soon, Alison.  I promise that."