AN: Hello lovely people I'm setting this free. Hopefully for your reading pleasure. Thank you to Donteatblue for everything she does and looking through my terrible grammar. The lovely Shinata-Riyoko for being a second set of eyes, shes awesome. I own nothing, just playing. Hope you enjoy.

Echoes of You

Summary: No matter what happens… some memories can never be replaced.

Chapter One

Slowly opening the door, she was met with the heartwarming cackle of children laughing. She smiled brightly at the sight, their excitement was contagious.

Under the flickering glow from the fake candles that had been methodically placed around the porch, she took in the children's costumes as she pretended to be frightened.

"Trick or Treat!" The younger ones screamed in sheer exuberance as their obvious teenage companions stood toward the back with boredom painted clearly on both of their made up faces.

"Oh, no tricks tonight please! I think I would prefer to give you all a treat. What do you think?" The mischievous look on her face was concealed beneath a grin as she held the large bowl of sweets out to the group, watching their faces light up and nod furiously with the offered prize. "Now, what do we have here? We have a ghost and a zombie and a fairy princess… oh sooo scary, you all look terrifying. I think these have been the best costumes I've seen all night." She let each child take a few sweets from the bowl, it was late and normally she'd give extra out to get rid of the remaining candy, but as they were already a whirlwind of excitement laced with sugar, she limited them to just a few. "You have to promise to brush your teeth tonight though." Poor parents, she thought as again their little heads nodded rapidly. "Here, you both deserve a treat for putting up with this squabble." Eyeing the older pair with a devious smirk on her face she extended her arms out over the younger heads as best she could to allow them to retrieve some treats for themselves.

"Thanks Ma'am." For a moment she hesitated. They were so polite and she normally saved this for the cheeky kids. Unfortunate for them it was her last chance to do it this year and they looked as though they would be good sports at least.

For the first time since they appeared at her door the pair cracked a smile through their face paint as they dipped their hands into the bowl.

The scream of horror that came from them when a bloody hand came out from the bowl to grab at them left her bent over laughing as their fight or flight response kicked in. Her laughter intensified as they shot off with the little ones giggling furiously, running after them to try catch up with the fleeing pair.

"Calliope Torres! Would you stop that, we are so getting our house egged tonight." Callie looked over at the other woman standing in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest and her foot tapping against the wooden floor as she tried to keep the smile lurking just under the surface at bay.

"Oh come on, you've got to admit that was funny." Callie pulled her hand from the underside of the bowl and the remaining sweets fell from the hole her hand had plugged. "It's a classic and they looked like good sports. I'm sure they saw the funny side of it." She knelt down to gather up the escaped treats.

"And we all know looks can be deceiving. You can't even see your mother's horns!" The woman smirked as Callie arched an eyebrow and nodded her head in agreement.

"True, but I'm sure they were good kids." Callie grabbed the towel she'd left on the console table and wiped away the fake blood from her hand, turning the towel over she placed it inside the bowl, covering the hole and placed the remaining sweets back into it.

"Well if not, you're cleaning the toilet paper and smashed egg from the yard tomorrow. Now come on, let's get this movie on before it gets too late."

"I'll be with you in a minute." Callie looked up from placing the last rogue sweets into the bowl and watched as blonde hair disappeared around the corner. Standing to her full height she placed the bowl on the console table and made her way out onto the porch and began to turn off the candles.

As the last one went dark she thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Stilling, she looked out into the dark. The group of kids were further up the street now, she could hear the younger voices taunting the older two who were now laughing along and she chuckled once again while she looked down at her watch. Ten past eight and it was already really dark. The street seemed quiet. Turning around to face the door she hung up her "Sorry out of Candy" sign to ward of any interruptions.

The sound of a twig snapping underfoot made her turn swiftly and peer into the dark wooded area next to the house. Seeing something shift in the blackness, her vision strained as she tried to cut through the dark before a set of yellow eyes glinted out of the gloominess and began moving toward her at pace.

Startled did not convey the correct emotional state. Shat herself would be closer to what she felt. Her hand covered her chest as the shock had her heart pounding in her chest as the neighbor's cat ran across the path hissing.

"Damn it, Pebbles! Instant Karma." Her voice merged with her own now nervous laughter as it dissolved. Shaking her head at the state of herself she made her way into the house closing the door behind her and locking up. For good measure shifted the curtain with the back of her hand as she scanned the street once again.

With all the lights turned off on the ground floor of the house, she carefully made her way into the living area. The only illumination came from the glow of the television screen and she smiled at the sight of the woman lying comfortably across the sofa, popping popcorn into her mouth. "I've locked up. To the outside world nobody is home." She sang cheerfully before raising an eyebrow at the open bottle of wine sitting next to two empty glasses on the coffee table. She gave the woman a knowing grin.

"Well, we both have a day off tomorrow. So I thought, we don't get to just relax much with our schedules." The woman re-adjusted herself on the sofa while she watched Callie smile and pick the bottle up. She carefully poured out two generous sized servings and placed the bottle back down.

"I like your way of thinking." Callie picked up both glasses, handing one over as she took her seat and both women cuddled in. "So, what are we watching?"

"In honor of this All Hallow's Eve, I have chosen a classic." Callie could feel the breath against her neck as the words whispered against her ear. "The Exorcist."

"Are you sure?" Callie choked slightly as she inhaled while taking a drink from her glass.

"Of course I am, Calliope, I'm not scared... Are you?" she teased.

"Most certainly not. It's just … you were scared when we watched Signs and the scariest things in that film were Mel Gibson's acting and the creepy little girl. This film is a classic for a reason. It doesn't need CGI effects to scare the pants off y…you know what, just put the film on." Callie smirked knowing fine well they would never get to the end of the movie and pants coming off didn't sound like a bad idea.

It was twenty three minutes into the movie when Callie felt the seat dip next to her as the weight displaced. She watched the empty wine glass as it was placed carefully on the coffee table. Callie smiled as she felt a knee brush over her thigh until she was met with playful blue eyes as the woman settled into position on her lap before she relieved Callie of her own glass and put it on a table beside the sofa.

"You might be a pain, but you're not made of glass." Callie teased as she tried to contain the smile that formed on her lips. She was met with a pout before blonde hair dipped past her and soft open mouth kisses gently caressed the now sensitive skin below. Callie felt the tip of the woman's tongue over the skin behind her ear and she released a sigh as she melted into the woman's touch. "Is this your way of telling me you're scared?"

"Nope." Taking a nip of skin between her teeth, "Bored." In response, Callie moaned in pleasure. "If you would like me to stop…" Callie shook her head slowly as the kisses continued. The subtle movement above her igniting her arousal. The pressure on her core intensified as they both searched for friction. Fingertips began to trace over loose material searching for any exposed skin. The need to feel each other grew. "Bed, now!" The whispered voice was almost growled and sent shivers tingling down Callie's spine. Quickly the weight lifted, freeing her, and delicate hands were offered to help her to her feet.

No words were spoken as Callie was led up the stairs. As they ascended the photo adorned staircase, she smiled as she passed her favorite photo of the couple. A black and white shot of them laughing as they embraced during the first dance at their wedding. It always brought a smile to her face.

Entering the dim light room, Callie pulled her back, turning her and instantly found her mouth with her own. The kiss from both women, although slow, was full of passion, want. Tongues slowly danced around the other, brushing against lips as hands gripped soft skin, pulling bodies tightly against each other, inciting moans of delight.

Callie's hands, which had started tangled in blonde locks, loosened their grip and began to ghost down the silky material until she found the hem of the loose shirt and helped it up over her head. "Well, since we don't have work tomorrow, how about the only thing we do quick here is get these pesky clothes off?" Callie was instantly met with a sexy smile which gave her the answer she wanted.

Both woman wasted no time in removing their clothing and mouths were back against each other within seconds. The feeling of skin on skin was incredible, soft and warm, and Callie heard herself growl as strong hands firmly pulled at her hips. Both their arousal could be felt against the other's thigh. Every small slick movement sent ripples of excitement coursing through their bodies as their want for each other ignited like a burning fuse. Kisses intensified as Callie began to direct them toward the bed until they could move no further. As they both sunk onto the soft bed, Callie positioned herself so she could get better access, moving blonde hair from her neck, she left soft kisses, occasionally grazing her teeth gently across skin as she made her way down her neck. Her hand slowly worked its way over smooth naked flesh until stopping to gently rub a puckered nipple for a few moments before her fingers continued on. Her mouth picking up where her fingers left off, to take a now erect pink nipple against Callie's wet lips. Her tongue licking around its surface before sucking the bud into her mouth which resulted in a satisfied sigh.

Callie's fingers continued their route across soft skin as her mouth continued to lavish attention onto the sensitive nipple. Hands tugging gently at her hair spurring her on. Moving past wet curls, her fingers parted soaked folds. The body underneath arched against her hand trying to feel more as Callie continued to tease.

"Calliope. Please. I need…" The way the words hung in the air, Callie smiled and stopped to look into darkened eye's watching her, pleading silently to her in the dim light of their sanctuary. She continued to watch while she dipped two fingers slowly through her slick folds, finding an erect clit before she began to circle it, slowly. "Oh fuck, that feels amazing."

She knew her wife, knew how she liked to be touched. Knew how much teasing she could get away with before the woman would become too sensitive. She had become a master at this, at knowing the tells of her wife's body. Knowing the best moment to thrust two fingers deep within before stilling for a few moments. Then, using a 'come-hither' movement quickly, she would send her into a euphoric bliss as muscles would clench and pulse around Callie's fingers as she came.

She knew her wife.

Sleepy eyes tried to blink away the drowsiness. She was unsure what had stirred her from her sex induced coma, but as she lay in the darkness she could feel the warmth from the naked body lying next to her. Hear the gentle sound of her breathing, the feel of the rise and fall of her chest against her arm.

Peaceful, calm, she could think of no other place she'd rather be than cuddled in, tangled in the embrace of her lover. She smiled into the darkness, this was her favorite place.

She could feel her eyelids become heavy again as her contentment eased her over and sleep decided to take hold once again. Once, twice, three times she blinked before her eyes remained closed. Drifting off once again until she startled, like when you have a dream where you're falling. That pang in your heart when your subconscious decides to try and give you a heart attack. It lasts seconds until you realize you're still safe in bed. Except this time her heart was still racing as she realized the person lying next to her startled too.

"Did you hear that?" Callie could see the panicked movement of her wife. With every movement the moonlight would reflect of her sleek body.

"Sssh." Callie blindly reached out grabbing for a hand trying to soothe. "I think it's coming from outside." A crashing noise like a trash can being knocked over had them grip each other tighter in comfort. "Probably a scavenger. Cat…raccoon maybe?" Callie mused before another loud noise and Callie quickly turned on her bedside lamp. Turning to see the fear in those beautiful eyes, made Callie reach for her dressing gown and slowly make her way over to the window.

"I told you to stop scaring the kids. Now that they've ditched the younger ones, it's probably them coming back for payback." Her voice was a mix of fear and teasing as Callie looked out the window seeing nothing. She shook her head as she stepped back and turned to face her wife who was almost hiding under the sheets.

"Stay here. I'm just going to check down stairs." She tried to give a smile that didn't project the fear that was currently making her stomach churn.

Turning on every light as she passed, she made as much noise as possible. If there was a burglar in the house, she didn't want to startle them and end up dead. As an avid fan of horror films she wasn't making the same mistake as all the screaming bimbos. They would always joke about how something was scary, so turn the freaking lights on.

She moved through every room in the house, turning on every light, checking every corner before she turned the lights back off and made her way back to their bedroom. "It's obviously just the tiny amount of that film we watched making our minds…" As she pushed the bedroom door open she tried to scream, but nothing came out. She stood in the entrance to the room frozen in horror, there was so much red. Blood covered the white sheets but her wife was gone from the bed.

She didn't have a chance to move as the faceless figure came running for her, the steel of the blade dripping with blood.

"Ow!" He brought his hands up to his eyes trying to protect himself from the flailing arms. He could feel his eye as it began to throb where she clattered him. "Babe, wake up!" Grabbing both her arms till she calmed, he tried to soothe her as she began to become aware of her surroundings. Once he felt that she had relaxed, he turned and switched the bedside lamp on.

"Callie, you're okay I got you." He brushed away sweat drenched hair from her face and gave her a gentle kiss at her temple. "Baby, did you have another nightmare?" He watched her with brown caring eyes. She looked at him and couldn't hold it together anymore as she brought her shaking hand to her mouth. "Was it the same one?" he asked carefully.

Callie paused for a moment before nodding her head, it brushed against his stubbled chin and on reaction she wanted to pull away oddly. She flushed slightly when she thought back to the blonde woman grinding against her and then the woman's blue eyes flashed across her memory before she remembered all the blood. Tears followed as he scooped her up into his strong embrace.

"Baby, I'm okay, you're fine. We're both alive. It was just a bad dream. See?" He took her hand and linked their fingers together.

Callie held on to him tight as he began rocking her calmingly, his hand running softly across her back trying to soothe her. She listened to his deep, raspy voice as he repeated that everything was fine. Callie just looked off into space, the thump of his heart pounded loudly in her head as she rested against his chest.

Everything was not fine.

She had been having this dream repeatedly for weeks now but this was the first time it had so much detail. That it wasn't him lying next to her, and that it wasn't him she was making love to.

Closing her eyes tightly as the tears threatened to spill once again, she couldn't place the woman in her dreams. She had no idea who this woman was.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and the wedding photograph with a blurred face haunted her thoughts.