Date: Sun, 23 May 2010 12:41:56 -0500
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: The Unit 24

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does.

Chapter Twenty-Four -- Reality

"Dave...? Dave wake up."

A soft and gentle voice whispered in Dave's ear, waking him up from
peaceful slumber. He moaned and opened his eyes. Who did that voice belong
to? He was very tired and groggy but managed to sit up. Dave looked
around. He was in his bedroom lying down on his mattress. His vision was
surprisingly clear and sharp, more so than usual. He felt different. Time
seemed to move slowly and faster at the same time. Everything around him
was vibrant and vivid. He didn't know what was going on.

"Dave?"

"What the...?" Dave turned to his right and noticed Lincoln laying next to
him. He wasn't wearing any clothing and was beaming at the animal.

"LINC! What the hell?" Dave exclaimed.

"Mornin' baby" Lincoln replied giving Dave a small peck on the lips. Dave
was horrified. What was Lincoln doing in his bed naked?

"Linc I don't understand."

"Don't understand what dear?"

"'Dear?' What's going on? Why are you in my bed naked? And why does
everything look... strange?" Dave asked quizzically. He looked up at the
ceiling and noticed a giant pink elephant floating above them. He thought
nothing of it.

Lincoln laughed. He slipped under the covers and moved closer to Dave,
pressing his body against the larger man. Dave could feel his warm, soft
skin against his own flesh. He realized that he too was naked. Dave felt
Lincoln's erection rubbing against his thigh, causing him to respond with
an erection of his own. It became hard as steel and was jabbing his naval
area.

"Last night must have been rough on you. You don't even remember what we
did do you?"

"No I... linc..."

Lincoln placed a finger to Dave's lips. "Shh. It's OK. How about I give you
an instant replay huh?"

Dave's eyes widen as Lincoln rolled on top of and began straddling him. He
then reached behind him and began to stroke Dave's throbbing cock, begging
to be touched.

"Lincoln..." Dave managed to breathe out. The pleasure he was feeling from
Lincoln's touch was overwhelming. Lincoln grasped him lightly and was
tugging on his erection gently. Dave gave a silent cry as his foreskin slid
over his wet head. He was still confused as to what had transpired between
them last night but he didn't want to interrupt Lincoln. He just laid there
enjoying his handjob. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he
opened them the Pink Elephant was gone and was replaced by a floating
pizza. Dave reached up and took a slice and began to eat it. He could
barely taste it nor was it hunger-satisfying; however he continued to take
small bites.

"If you were hungry Dave all you had to do was ask..." Lincoln said
seductively. He softly placed Dave's weeping cock back down on Dave's
stomach and crawled off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Dave asked, his mouth full of pizza.

"To get you dessert." Lincoln replied playfully. He left Dave on the bed
and opened the bedroom door.

"Wait!" Dave threw the slice of pizza on the mattress and darted towards
the door. When he reached it however he noticed that he wasn't in his
living room.

"The Hell?" Dave looked around. Dirt and sand was everywhere. He was now
wearing his standard black suit and tie, his gun holstered to his waist. He
pulled it out and began to walk cautiously around, surveying the area. This
place looked familiar to him.

"DAVE!" He heard Lincoln shout his name. He looked straight ahead and
noticed the psychic was just a few feet away. They were behind the side of
a van. Wooden crates were behind them. Dave knew this place. It can't be...

A few seconds' later Gun shots were heard from far away. Bullets were
slamming into the van and surrounding areas. Dave looked over to Lincoln
who was shielding himself behind a crate.

"Linc!"

"Dave what's going on?"

"I...I don't know. It's OK. Just stay there." Dave began firing his weapon
into a dark nothingness. He couldn't see what he was aiming at but
continued to fire in the direction the bullets were coming from.

"Dave I think we should make a run for it. Look, over there is a car. I
have the keys." Dave turned his attention to Lincoln who had a pair of keys
in his hands.

"No Linc. We need to stay—" Lincoln got up and ran towards the
vehicle. Dave got up and tried to grab him but he tripped over a dozen
bottles of whiskey. He looked up and saw Lincoln standing out in the open
becoming an easy target. The gun shots had stopped. They were now
surrounded by darkness.

"Dave..." Lincoln said softly. He was holding his stomach.

"Linc?"

"I...I'm sorry"

Lincoln removed his hand to reveal his gun wound. Blood was pouring out at
an enormous rate. Lincoln then collapsed on the ground.

"NO!" Dave rushed over to Lincoln who blankly stared up at Dave.

"I'm sorry..." He managed to say before closing his eyes.

"LINC!"

Dave broke down and held the smaller man in his arms. Lincoln was dead.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*...

Dave sat up and without thinking slammed his fist on the beeping object
next to him. His alarm clock had gone off. It was 6:45am.

"It was a dream?" Dave threw the blankets off of him. He was still in his
suit which had became all wrinkly. As he got off the bed 3 bottles of
whiskey rolled off the bed and broke on the hardwood floor.

"Shit!" He growled. He frowned and began to maneuver himself around the
broken glass. He went into the living room and sat on the couch, removing 2
cans of beer he drank last night from the couch. Drinking always gave him
the weirdest dreams but last night's was intense. He could smell, feel, see
and taste everything so clearly and vividly. He began to reflect on what he
remembered about the dream.

"Linc..."

Dave picked up a bottle of Miller-Lite from the floor and held it in his
hand and began to contemplate. He still felt guilty about Roger's death. He
still felt like it was his fault. He still felt he could have prevented it
on more than one occasion but failed to do so. And then there was the
dream. What if he'd put Lincoln in danger? What if he hesitated in the
field again like the night Roger died while Lincoln was with him?

"No. I can't. I can't let that happen to him. He's just a kid." Dave softly
banged his head against the glass bottle. After much thinking he'd made up
his mind. He was quitting "The Unit" effective immediately.

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