Dreams of Time


Title: Dreams of Time
Pairing: Finn/Bella
Summary: She didn’t know when it truly started or why, neither did he but for once in his life Finn felt right in the dreams of the young woman, accepted. Now all he needed was to be undaggered.

Author Note: Well there isn’t really any Finn/Bella’s out there besides BiteMyTongues one and I couldn’t stop the rabid bunnies.

Third POV

Isabella ran and ran until she was in the attic of her grandmother’s home, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed against a chest. Today was her grandmother’s funeral and she didn’t want to believe that her Gran was gone, never coming back.

She could hear people call her name, but it didn’t matter. To her the world was ending because no matter how much her father and mother loved her, it was her gran that gave her stability, a childhood she always dreamed. She felt her eyes droop as sobs tore from her chest, wishing she wasn’t alone.

“Are you alright little one?”

At the voice Isabella snapped her eyes up, scurrying away as she saw a man stand in the middle of the room, she hadn’t heard him come up and when she looked back over to the chest she lay, her body was still there.

“Am I dead?” She asks causing the man to chuckle softly.

Finn didn’t know why he was here, he was still daggered in a box but he had been pulled and flung towards this little girl before him. He didn’t know why exactly but he wasn’t all too worried about that right now. He was tired of dreaming of nothingness and a little bit of colour in his life seemed calming, but he was also worried for the little girl before him.


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