That was the rule that Reyes had lived by his entire life. He’d seen the consequences of someone finding out when he was eight years old and his father was taken by mercenaries for his abilities. Reyes would have been next if it weren’t for his Abuela’s actions.
Never tell anyone.
Reyes had always felt a kinship with the story of Cassandra. He knew exactly how she had felt. He won’t let Kadara be his Troy.
For @mreyder-week day 4: Wildcard Wednesday—yes it’s another wip. This is yet another story that got completely away from me. It’s on my 90 day challenge to finish tho. goal is to post a chapter every other week or more frequent until done (yeah I know i’ve said that before but I mean it this time!).
Title: If I See You In My Dreams, Chapter I
Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda
Pairing: MReyder
Other tags: Prophetic dreams, seer!Reyes, Alternative Universe, angst so much angst, canonical character death, rating will go up as we go
Fic Summary:
Never tell anyone.
That was the rule that Reyes had lived by his entire life. He’d seen the consequences of someone finding out when he was eight years old and his father was taken by mercenaries for his abilities. Reyes would have been next if it weren’t for his Abuela’s actions.
Never tell anyone.
Reyes had always felt a kinship with the story of Cassandra. He knew exactly how she had felt. He won’t let Kadara be his Troy.
yeah yeah… this is a bit late but it’s the only thing i’ve been able to work on lately. I need to get some 911 stuff done this weekend but Reyes has captured my attention this week.
The next time he slept it was the same. Scott falling. The exchange of helmets. Alec Ryder dying in his son’s stead. Cora calling for an exfil. The Hyperion medbay and the swarm of medical personnel before Scott was rolled into the AI’s core for SAM—who evidently was an AI that had a direct link to his lover via a brain implant—who was able to manipulate the other biological implants that Scott had to speed along his healing.
Reyes spent what felt like hours just holding Scott’s hand and petting his hair, whispering that he was there. Scott didn’t awake this time and Reyes was desperate by the time he awoke.
“You are distressed. More than you were and sleep is making it worse.”
“I’m fine.”
“You are not.” She had narrowed her eyes and was flexing her fingers. He had the distinct impression she was debating seizing the nearest available bit of skin to try and use her zapping touch on him to get him to confess everything.
“I am—“
“No,” she firmly cut him off. “How did you know your Scott is in trouble.”
He didn’t have a prepared answer for her question. “I just know.”
“Hm.” She stared at him like a viper would a mouse. Patient and just waiting to strike.
Reyes did not like the sound of that hum. Surreptitiously he pulled his arms back so his hands weren’t within grabbing range.
“Tell me about your Scott.”
He struggled to find something he could tell her. Clearing his throat, he started with the obvious. “He’s human—like me—and younger… and obviously a he.”
“Yes but I do not care as long as you are happy. Tell me about him,” she ordered as she sat back into the co-pilot’s seat, arms crossed over her chest as she continued with that stare that made his insides curdle.
“He’s… He’s kind. Has a smile that makes my heart beat a bit faster and eyes that are blue like the evening sky.” She hummed and waved at him to continue. “He’s strong. Fast. Smart. Good with a gun.”
“Yes but what kind of person is he? How did you meet?”
He had no answer for that given that he had yet to physically meet his lover and he was silent a few seconds to many as he tried to think of an acceptable answer.
“Sholaon…. How did you meet?” Keema’s eyes were narrowed dangerously. He had about two seconds to think of an answer when she beat him to the punch. “You have met your Scott have you not?”
Reyes stared at her, debating whether to answer her.
Keema’s glare softened after a moment. “You have not met him but you know of him.” She stated it with such certainty he didn’t try to protest. “This echo is so strange that your Vaasa-nari leaves in you….” Her voice trailed off before she asked another pointed question. “Yet you know of him. How does this work? Is it like the other things you know without being told?”
He may have gulped but he was going to deny it later. “I—“
“Sholaon—Reyes—I know that there is something very different about you than the others that came from the Jarevaon Imasaf. You feel different than the others.”
“I do?” He questioned, unsure.
“You do. I had thought… but I suppose given your foreknowledge in other matters it does not surprise me that you know of your Vaasa-nari but have not yet met him.”
“What?”
Keema’s look said he was lucky he was pretty because he sure was being dumb. “You are a seer.”
He stared at her. “What do you mean I can’t—“
“Sholaon!” She said sharply, raising one eyebrow. “I am unsure why you are so reticent about us knowing you are a seer.”
The Shelesh word she was using meant more than just seer—it had flavors of prophecy and destiny that he didn’t like the implications of. “No one is supposed to know.”
“Why?”
He crossed his own arms over his chest and hunched in a bit. “It’s dangerous.”
Her eyes narrowed as she considered. “How?”
“It killed my father.”
She was silent for a moment. “I am sorry Sholaon.”
“Knowing has always been dangerous. Other’s knowing,” he clarified. “My father… he… I was used as leverage to get him to cooperate. My grandmother was used.”
“Oh Sholaon…” she covered her mouth with her hand, eyes tearing up with sadness.
“When he died…I saw it. I knew what he was doing.”
“How old were you?”
“Eight.”
There was a tremble to her lip and then she was reaching for him and he tried weakly to pull away but he didn’t resist when she pulled him to her. The tingle of her hand resting on the back of his neck and the warmth of her embrace as she tucked his head into her neck was familial. He hadn’t had this in so long that’s he didn’t know what to do other than shudder and go limp.
He was so tired. So worried. Scott was going to be hurt and alone and he didn’t… he didn’t want that for his corazón. Keema was muttering into his ear, calling him ongaan. The flashes of what had happened to her family were just briefly superimposed over his own grief and he just collapsed into her hold which tightened around him.
“You are safe with me ongaan. I would never ask you to use your gifts unless you wanted to,” she said softly into his ear and he could feel the promise in her words through her touch and how it encased him like a shield. Reyes could feel the motherly protective instinct in her that she was extending over him.
He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t cry but he had to take a few deep breaths to swallow down the sobs that wanted to escape his chest and compose himself. Keema let him take what he needed, waiting him out.
When he finally pulled back, her hand was gentle as she tucked the few loose strands of hair that his hair gel hadn’t kept in place. “Your Scott—what sort of trouble is he in.”
“He’s… he’s going to fall.” That part of the vision was crystal clear and set. There was no variance there.
“Fall?”
Reyes nodded. “It’s going to hurt. His father… his father is going to die.” That part was almost for certain. The words they had at the top were getting clearer the second time around which suggested that it was close. Maybe only a few days or less.
Keema’s sharp inhale was pained. “And then?”
He shrugged. “Scott will live but he’s going to be hurt.”
“And you want to be there for him.”
Reyes nodded. “He’s alone. I keep seeing him alone.”
She was quiet while she thought about what he’d told her. “You have not met him before. What happens when you meet?”
He blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I’ve never been able to see that.”
She was silent again. “Is now… is it meant to be now?”
“I don’t know.” He gripped his hands together until his knuckles blanched with the tightness of his grip and leaned into them, trying to make a plan in his head but he couldn’t think past repetitions of Scott’s name. “He’s alone Keema. I can’t…”
“You might have to,” she grimly stated.
“I need to know he’s okay.”
She slowly nodded, expression serious. “We will make sure—that both of you are safe and protected.”
An alert came through to let them know they were almost to Aya where they were going to switch to a faster fighter style ship that they’d need to make it through the lightning storms and it broke the tension between them.
“Ongaan… we will make sure,” Keema promised him as he turned back to the HUD.
A bit early… but i’ve been overtaken by a terrible new wip idea (yes i know don’t yell). You can blame Encanto’s We Don’t Talk About Bruno for this and yes there’s no immediate correlation… and as always a bit more than six sentences.
From: Untitled
Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda
Pairing: MReyder as always.
Warnings: First draft. Seer!Reyes. Soulmates. Abuse of angaran language. Keema is a badass as always. Possibly OOC Reyes. Alternative Universe.
“Where are you going?” Keema’s voice echoed through the cave startling him as he finished his preflight checks and bashed the top of his head against the undercarriage of the engine he’d been checking.
“I’ll only be gone for maybe a week,” he said, popping his head out and rubbing it, already feeling the beginnings of a knot.
Keema had her arms crossed over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face as she stalked over to his side before her hand was cradling his cheek to get him to look at her. The tingle of her touch said she was reading him. “Sholaon. Tell me,” she ordered, eyes searching his face.
Reluctantly, Reyes tugged at her hand to dislodge it. “I need to do this.”
“Do what?” She asked, tone pleading. “Something is wrong.”
His shoulders stiffened and he straightened. “I… I need to know something.”
“Let me help. Tell me.”
Licking his lips, he stepped away from her. “I’m not sure if he’s going to be there but i need to…. I need to check.”
“He? Who is he?”
The urge to tell her about how he’d been dreaming of Scott his whole life was there on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t.
“Is it your Vaasa-nari?”
“My what?” He looked back at her in confusion. His soul twin?
“The direct translation is inaccurate from my language to yours. The one who is the other half of your soul—I believe you would say your soul’s mate.”
“My soulmate?” His voice had gone a bit high which was embarrassing. She’d completely thrown him off by the concept that Scott was his….
There was no such thing as a soulmate… but he had been dreaming of Scott his entire life. Had assumed his hookups and brief sexual encounters were just that—brief. He’d been holding out for Scott his entire life. Waiting for him.
“Your soul mate,” Keema repeated in confirmation, eyeing him in motherly concern.
“How do you—“
“I can feel him. He is with you.”
He goggled at her. “What?”
“So much sorrow within you—you were hiding when you first came here to my home which has become ours. At first I thought you were a strange tavetara as you spoke like you had never known any other language than Shelesh but that is wrong.” She tilted her head, hand reaching back for his jaw and he didn’t fight her when she touched his bare skin a second time. “You are not angara but you know my people and are the son of my soul despite being a human.”
He made a noise of protest in the back of his throat but she immediately silenced it by continuing to talk as if he hadn’t interrupted. “Your soul though has this echo that flickers in and out like it is not wholly there. It is your Vaasa-nari.”
“My soul mate,” he whispered. “Scott.”
She gave a small nod. “Something has happened to your Scott?”
“He’s hurt,” he confessed, throat tight and he had to blink to keep back the tears. “He’s hurt and scared…and I need to know he’s going to be okay.”
