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Godzilla, The Crucible	By : BrokenStride Category: -Movies Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Godzilla or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I’m worried that the story is getting wordy and dragging. Any opinions would be greatly appreciated.
Warning, dark fic. Mention of past child rape. Future chapters will contain underage sex.
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Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.7 Dreams
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He was laying helpless on his back, staring up at the ceiling of an all too familiar cave. The air was cold, damp, and reeked of a heavy musk that chilled his blood. It felt like his skin was soaked in that stink. And his body. There was nothing that didn’t ache. The left side of his mouth hurt so much. He must have tried to resist again. Why couldn’t they just let him rest? An enormous shadow fell upon him and he choked down a sob as tears stung his eyes. Their eyes met and he shook all the harder. Cold eyes. His heart thumped heavily at the sight. He wasn’t a person to her, he was a tool to be used as needed. He didn’t move as she knelt beside him, fearful that anything he did might set her off. He didn’t want the right side of his face to feel like the left. His chest ached as his heart pounded harder and harder until it felt like it might burst and as that massive hand reached for him he chirped.
With a faint gasp he startled awake, shaking allover. His eyes were wide but they didn’t focus on anything, he was still trying to escape the residual sensations left by the dream. Over and over he told himself that he wasn’t at the colony and closed his eyes as he forced himself to relax, but a few tears still slipped past clinched lids. That dream had been too real. But it was still just a dream. Just a very bad dream.
As he calmed he realized that he couldn’t feel much of anything, his mind drifting in a warm haze, but gradually his senses cleared. His head, his joints, everything hurt. Everything. And it was getting worse, making it a little harder to breathe. There was a sharp pain in his jaw running along the left side, probably why his mouth hurt in the dream. The reek of old blood hung heavy. Something moved against his chest. Shaking, shifting, pressing down. Something heavy. The sound of crying reached his ears. Soft crying. But why would the female be crying? And what was on his chest?
Opening his eyes again he found that they were slow to clear. The full moon was floating on a sea of stars as thin wisps of cloud drifted past like morning fog. He looked down and there, laying on his chest, was the female. The little cow was on her knees beside him and laying over him as she lightly sobbed into her arms. Why was she crying? He tried to remember how he was hurt, but just trying to think was giving him an even bigger headache and he groaned. Suddenly her head shot up with a loud squeak, eyes huge. With all her crying and moving around on top of him he was bound to wake up eventually, so why was she so startled? Letting his exhaustion and some pain surface he took a little breath and softly huffed it to ask what was going on. But she just stared back, too shocked to do more. He tipped his head to show his confusion and gave a little grunt. -What’s wrong?-
She lowered her head as more tears fell, grimacing as she fought breaking down allover again. Then she pressed a flat hand over his heart and cupped and flattened the palm repeatedly in a throbbing motion against his chest. -Your heartbeat.- The throbbing slowed and her expression melted as she curled the hand into a fist. -It stopped.- And she lunged at him, burying her face under his jaw as she sobbed, absolutely inconsolable.
It was his turn to stare in shock. His heart had stopped? It would explain the dream...
But seconds later her crying snapped him out of the daze. He tried to hug her, but a shooing pain radiated from his left arm and he bit back a chirp, his vision turning red. For a moment he just focused on breathing as it throbbed and dulled. He did Not want to chirp now, she’d start s/mothering him. It took an effort, but he managed to lift the right arm over and around her, purring as he cupped the back of her head. She must have been so scared.
The worst, he decided, was the chirping. She started instinctively chirping like a distressed infant between sobs. A primal sound pulled at the heart. That they could even still make that cry was a humbling reminder that they were still so little. Just a moon ago he’d squeaked off a few when she dropped a boulder on his foot. She’d panicked and s/mothered him, refusing to let him do anything for himself for a week.
Tears soaked his neck and seeped under the slits to sting his wounded gills as she keened and chirped and pressed into him like she couldn’t get close enough, uncontrollably bawling her eyes out. It didn’t look like she was going to calm down anytime soon and he wanted desperately to do something, anything to make this better. It almost didn’t feel real, had his heart really stopped? He blinked at the thought. That’s it! That’s what she needed!
Gently he nudged her and she refused to let go, grabbing his shoulders to prevent it, but a deep growl made her stop and she lifted her head just enough to look at him like she was trying to figure out what she had done wrong. He hated that skittish, just-slapped look. It was just another reminder of everything they ran from. Eyes softening he pushed at her shoulder, guiding her further down his chest. Then pushed and pulled at her leg and side to move her fully on top of him and into a more comfortable position. He didn’t want her sleeping on her knees like that. Pulling her head back down he pressed her ear over his heart. In silence she listened, finally calming as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, the sound of his heartbeat reassuring her that this was real. That he was alive and everything was going to be okay.
The poor thing looked exhausted as she fought sleep, still silently crying, but so much calmer. No doubt she had been ripping her scales out fretting over him. Stretching his neck down he nuzzled her brow, purring as he softly chittered and warbled in odd pitches, calling to her. To break up the long hours of silence or help himself sleep he used to mix, twist and string together calls into whatever sounded nice, at least until someone barked at him to stop. A few would listen with this strange expression, but mostly it was a good way to instigate a beating when he was feeling rebellious. After the escape he called to her when she couldn’t sleep or had bad dreams. Slowly her eyes flickered shut as she finally passed out. He continued to call and stroke her face as she slept, guarding her dreams as she so often guarded his.
Letting his head fall back he stared up at the sky.
He felt so guilty as he tried to remember what had led to this. Had he done something stupid? Again? Was this all his fault? Probably. Maybe she was right about him hunting alone, but she couldn’t be more wrong about her going off on her own. He tried to tell her more times than he could count. She thought he was just being an arrogant bull using the dam as an excuse to keep her on land. But out there size really did matter. So many times he’d just barely looked large enough to deter an attack. It wasn’t just speed and agility and stealth, sometimes you needed to appear too big and tough to be worth the effort. If she only knew how many times it saved his hide...
And what about all the times where size wasn’t enough? She wasn’t the fastest thing out there and she certainly wasn’t the strongest. Lately she was just assuming that he was attacking oversized prey. Well, he did. Often. But not as often as she thought and she would not have come home from half of those clashes. Just the idea of her out there alone scared him out of his mind. Maybe they should be working as a team again. At least then he would be with her and he wouldn’t have to worry anymore about her getting frustrated and running off while he was away. And a few close calls might wizen her up. It would shorten hunting trips, increase their catch, and give them more time to work on the dam together as his arm healed.
But how could he keep her from hunting while he is laid up? He couldn’t! There was enough food on the island for half a moon and it felt like he would probably be hunting again long before that, but she wouldn’t dare harvest her precious breeders. He had to admit to being a bit attached himself, but their needs had to come first! At least once the cove was producing there would be too many to stay attached to them all. That little brat was going to hunt and come back waving around her catch like she had something to prove, but he already knew that she was the better catcher! It was never about the catch! It was about coming home alive! Why couldn’t she see that?
He looked back down and for a long while he just watched as she slept, the moon illuminating her in a silver glow. Did she know how beautiful she was? Gently he nuzzled the back of her head, his eyes drifting shut as he breathed deep her scent, calming his own frayed nerves. He nearly died. Tears pricked his eyes as he mulled over the implications. With only one of them to feed she could have eaten from the pools until she finished the dam herself. She could have survived, but she would have been out here all alone on this island. No one to chase away the bad dreams. No one to play with. Slowly driven mad by season after endless season of absolute solitude.
The headache was throbbing heavier the more he thought about it and he gingerly rested his head back, eyes not seeing. He couldn’t see much of anything anyway and he hoped it wasn’t permanent. The moon was so bright, he should have been able to tell where on the island he was, but all he could really see was her and some ferns close to by. They were nurturing and spreading plants allover the island so that didn’t narrow it down. Last he remembered he was bringing in a shark and nervous about the time. Shit, his head was killing him... And it didn’t help that the muscled up cow was sleeping on top of him. She wasn’t light as a leaf, but she was warm and safe and he wasn’t willing to give up the comfort of feeling her weight and breath on his chest.
In spite of everything a genuine smile escaped him and he held back a laugh when she shifted around to get more comfortable, a cute little snort breaking loose as she started lightly snoring and drooling on him.
He didn’t want to think or feel. He wanted to sleep away all of the pain and the sadness and confusion.
He wanted good dreams.
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