Of Visions Unknown

This is a little story that was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth: Sixth Sense.  I wonder what would have changed if Ilya had gone with Felicja to that appointment.  (Felicja’s the one with the sixth sense, although… maybe Ilya has a bit of it too.)

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Ilya knew that the war would be over soon. He wondered what would happen when the day came. His superiors had never imagined that he would be successful. They’d thought he’d be discovered – that he’d be killed. He was expendable to them. A part of him hoped that meant they’d leave him alone when the war ended. Would it really be so bad to live out his days as Eliasz Braginski?

Behind him, Felicja cried out in her sleep. He frowned slightly and moved over to the bed. “You’re just dreaming,” he said, his voice soft. He kissed her brow gently.

“Ilya, no,” Felicja breathed, tossing her head fitfully.

His brows furrowed and he drew back from his young wife. He bit his lip. He had to have misheard her words. She didn’t know his true identity. There was no reason for him to call him that name then. Shaking the thought away, he shook her gently.

In an instant, her vibrant green eyes were locked on his face. “Eliasz,” she breathed. She kissed him warmly. Then, she threw back the blankets and slipped off the bed. “I had this terrible nightmare, but… I can’t remember it now.”

“It’s fine,” Ilya said, as he followed her into the kitchen of the little apartment they shared. He poured himself a cup of coffee, but she shook her head when he silently offered to do the same for her. “What’s wrong, Felicja?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been feeling out of sorts for a couple days now,” she said, shaking her head. “Maybe I caught a stomach bug. I don’t know. Anyway, I’m going to the doctor today.”

Ilya nodded. “Would you like for me to go with you?” he asked.

Felicja hesitated, a strange look on her face. Then, she shook herself and gave a nervous sort of laugh. “I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” she said. She shrugged. “You’ve got work, right? I’ll call you later and tell you how I make out.”

“All right,” Ilya said, his voice soft. He wondered, though, if he shouldn’t go with her. Didn’t husbands go with their wives to doctor appointments? His father had usually gone with his mother, he remembered. In a softer voice, he added, “If you’re sure.”

Felicja had already moved on to the next topic, though. She was planning their weekend. It was, she said, past time that he met her parents. They were married now – had been for over a month – and he still hadn’t met them. Ilya sighed and sipped at his coffee as he listened to Felicja chatter. It didn’t matter what she said. He’d agree to anything she wanted. He loved her too much to deny her requests.

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