billy and oz

who: billy and oz
where: osbourne household
when: late afternoon

Who: Billy and Oz
Where: in dreams
When: Early hours of the morning

Billy looked around as he entered Oz' dreaming at the fact that his friend was nothing if not consistent. It was the beach, as usual - but at least it made things easy as he took control with the usual key and settled down into the branches of the overhanging tree, his favourite position in this particular dream. "Evening," he called to his friend, sounding content and rather pleased with himself.

Oz was sitting down below said tree on the beach, the wolf announcing Billy's presence before he noticed himself, as it went bounding up the hill to eye his friend. He looked round, and smiled up at him. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. It had been a while since Billy had visited, what with everything else going on. "...you look smug." he added, amused.

who: billy and oz
where: osbourne residence
when: mid morning

Another night of not being attacked by vampires had passed and the sun was, once again, well above the horizon. Billy had watched the morning news, which had served to remind him that the rest of town was still suffering - though the glow in the night sky and the drifting sounds of sirens had told him that already. People were still dying out there and the town would never be the same again, of that he could be certain. He'd attempted to dreamwalk last night, just to get a feel for people, but had found that many of the people he would 'normally' visit weren't there. He assumed they were awake, on watch, fighting - or possibly they were dead. Not a pleasant thought. He'd found a few sleepers, but each and every time he'd faced nightmares. He'd done what he could, the key was always the same - the vampires, or the monsters if the dreamer hadn't cottoned on to what was happening. A few more people would have had better sleep because of him. It had left him tired, as it always did, but he'd never intended to get proper sleep last night anyway - he'd catch up this afternoon.

Now, though, he was going to enjoy the sunshine as he poured himself a coffee and fixed it to his liking before wandering, barefoot, outside to sit on the wall in the back garden, closing his eyes for a moment, letting the sun play over his face. It was peaceful here - far removed from town, the neighbours fled, the sirens quieted with the coming of the day. One could almost forget what was going on. Almost. He could, at least, pretend and take a moment.

He opened his eyes again and as he did so, he spoke her name, calling Maddie to him, knowing that she'd come - she had to, after all. So he called for her and waited.

Nothing.

Who: Billy and Oz
Where: Billy's House
When: Afternoon

Oz was officially worried. He'd been sort of told that Dean had talked to Billy the night after the walk was supposed to take place, and Oz hadn't tried to contact Billy that day because he knew how badly walking kicked his ass. He had, however, expected some word after that. Which he hadn't gotten. And, as he paced around the basement with the phone to his ear, listening to it ring, he was grumbling to himself about not being able to drive, because he would have normally just gone over there. Alas, at current, he couldn't go unless he got a ride, and that rather cut down on sitting down and getting some alone time with Billy. He loved his wife and all, but you couldn't have the same kinds of conversations with someone else there as you could when alone, especially when it was her cousin who was involved, and grr. Pick up the goddamn phone.

Who: Billy and Oz
Where: In Oz's dreams
When: Night/early morning

It had been some years now since Billy had had trouble sleeping, his days of chronic exhaustion and forced insomnia long gone. Since he had learnt how to control his dreamwalking, sleep had come easily to him, a deep, dark black nothingness on most nights. Like all dreamwalkers, Billy didn't have the ability to have his own dreams, merely to walk through others. But tonight was different, as he settled down in his own bed. Tonight he felt like a bit of company, for no real reason than that he could have it - and that he didn't have much work on for tomorrow and could have a lie in to catch up with real sleep. So as he closed his eyes, he let himself go, knowing already which dream he was headed for.