ghostconjured:
There was a voice.
There was a voice, and it was familiar and -
Had he done it? Had he really, really done it? His eyes stung with unshed tears as he opened them, having to blink a few times to get past the blurriness because he knew that voice, he knew it, and his power might be to commune with the dead, it might have kept his brother around all these years, but he really, really thought he would never hear this voice again.
He thought Dave was gone.
He thought -
He wasn’t sure what he thought.
But Dave was there, he was there - he could hear him and he could see him and he had no idea how he had done it, he had no idea if this would last like it always did with Ben or if it would be a fleeting moment of contact, but Dave was there and nothing else mattered.
“Dave,” he whispered, and maybe it sounded a little like a question, but he was having a hard time believing his eyes. “Holy - I can’t - did I do it? I did it. You’re here, you’re really - oh, Dave, Dave.”
There was nothing, nothing in the world that he wanted more than to jump up from his seat and throw his arms around Dave, but the moment his muscles moved to do that, raising him slightly from his cushion, he realized that anything could break the connection. If he didn’t know how he was doing this, then maybe it was the board. Or maybe -
Maybe he just didn’t want to find that he couldn’t make Dave solid.
Maybe he didn’t want a repeat of all the times he tried to throw an arm over Ben’s shoulders, hug him, tackle him - every time he moved for a casual touch and they were both painfully reminded of the fact that he was gone.
He didn’t want Dave to be gone.
But he was.
“Dave,” he repeated, a hint of laughter in his tone from sheer amazement. “Come, sit down! I… I… Do you - okay, one thing at a time. Wow, there’s so much - okay. How do you feel? Can you - are you here? Completely here? I don’t… I don’t really know how any of this works. Wow, Dad was right, I don’t know the first thing about any of this, do I?”
Dave offered Klaus a small smile despite his overwhelming confusion. Klaus seemed so overjoyed that Dave was there and Dave was glad to be out of the empty void. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings. He didn’t appear to be in Vietnam anymore, at least not on the battlefield. He didn’t seem to be in the medic tent either. He also didn’t feel any pain, which was weird because he was so certain that he’d been shot. Dave looked down at himself, not certain what he was expecting to see. What he wasn’t expecting was to see a gaping hole in his chest where he had been shot.
Dave’s eyes widened and he pressed a hand to the hole, but no blood appeared on his hands. There was no pain. Nothing. He couldn’t feel anything. He could feel his limbs and his body, but that was it. He couldn’t feel any air or the temperature or any such thing. His expression was one of horror as he looked back up at Klaus. What was going on? Was Dave supposed to be dead? His head was spinning and he stumbled over towards Klaus, taking a seat beside him.
“Klaus, what’s going on?” He asked shakily. He kept a hand against the hole in his chest as if that would stop him from bleeding out. He listened to Klaus’ questions, swallowing past a lump in his throat. “I feel...dizzy.” He admitted, taking a breath. “Apart from that, I don’t feel much of anything.” He breathed, continuously glancing down at the hole in his chest. “I don’t feel anything at all.” He removed the hand, still finding no blood upon it. “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t I be completely here?” He looked at Klaus with worry in his gaze. “Klaus, please explain what’s happening.”















