"it scares me.. the fact that my dreams would always end up being nightmares and how i have no control of it.. i always see the same picture in the end.. him.. dying.. for me.. why do i have to be saved? i am not worth it.. I'm just a puppet..if i was meant to die then so be it.. why does he have to interfere"

The night was moonless, the wind was harsh and the rain was cruel. She stood still outside the building and her only source of light were the ones coming from the windows. And from where she stood, she could hear the billiard balls crash on to each other like a clap of thunder.. A sigh of relief, it was only now that she started to feel the numbing cold. She embraced herself, like she would fall apart any time now if she doesn't get hold of herself. Voices battled inside her head.

Just get in…

No, leave before he sees you..

It's time you turn yourself in… you've been away long enough

More reason for you to leave.

And for a while she lost herself in confusion, a sudden stir up of emotions, "so this is how it feels" she thought "to be a runaway.." though she didn't ran away, it sure feels like it. Then... snap back to reality, the thunderous sound of the pool stopped and all there was… was the sound of the rain, the wind... a couple of seconds, lightning and thunder. "Shit" she thought as she was about to turn- too late, "you could just knock you know" he said and she knows that voice too well, she turned to him, his voice was warm and teasing. Of all the people he is someone whom she just refused to witness her in this state. "How embarrassing" she thought. And he continued to study her, "why is she holding on to herself like that.." he thought, "its not just coz its cold.. ".

But amazing how the cold, the numbness, the loneliness mattered little to her now. How that feeling of security and acceptance overwhelmed her in a mere second, by a mere presence. How his presence made her feel safe and warm… even under the rain.

"I just came to check" she said

"Yeah right"

"I have work to do"

"I don't think so"

"I have to go"

"You don't have to"

"I just can't be with you!" she fired.

There was silence; she looked at him, his torso bare, and his hair in perfect disarray, a taco sick on one hand while he had his elbows leaning on the other side of the door. "Says who?" he replied.

Lightning struck somewhere near and the powers died, he opened the door as wide as it could get.

She entered, hesitant but she doesn't seem to have any other options, "I suppose you still know where to find your room, if not. You know where mine is" he teased, she didn't reply but she walked silently to her room, wetting the floor, her arms around herself.

This bothered the crap out of him, as soon as she was out of sight, his playfulness dispersed, and his face went rigid for he has never seen her like this, there is something wrong… he has never even thought that Trish is capable of showing such frailty, strong and independent as she is. He remembered how she looked outside, fragile and helpless. If there was a moment when she was like this, and he was out of reach and she has no one, pretending she can do so well on her own then gods help him.. He would refuse to let her go, by all means.. Ever. He always thought parting was not such a good idea, he regret agreeing to it but what can he do? she wants it..

She could see fairly well in the dark, she's stronger now, she didn't need to be saved anymore.. or so she thought. But the moment she entered the room, nostalgia seem to hit her right in the face. Her room was exactly how she left it, beds made, spotless clean. She was well aware that she was gone for quite some time and if ever this room was overlooked then it would have been covered in dust.. But her room was never overlooked.. She pulled the sheets and buried her face on it. It was fresh from the laundry. She opened her closet for a towel and some clothes, her clothes were clean and neat.. her room has just been waiting for her to come back. Or he was..

She hung her wet clothes to dry as she wore an over sized gray sweater which revealed much of her shoulders, the sweater reached up to her thighs no need for shorts.. her pale skin was soft and cold as she let out a deep breath. Why did Dante bother cleaning her room, having her clothes cleaned up, maybe he let Lady do it.. or worst Patty.. "Yeah Patty.., poor girl" she sighed. "Does he still want me here?" she thought.. "Does he.." she found a teardrop escape from her lids, she quickly wiped it off. Right now, she's peak with her emotions and she knew a good sleep can wear off her distress

She went out of her room and found him leaning on the table, lost in thought. His arms crossed against his chest, there were candles now as she walked towards him. He looked at her dazed, her perfect legs seemed to glisten as she seem to stride towards him, her long blonde hair.. And her deceivingly angelic face, devious perfection…she was specifically his type.. But she is more than that to him now.. She was no longer just his type.

She stood up in front of him and forced out a weak smile, he looked at her not knowing what to say or do. His lips pulled out in an uneven smile. She looked away embarrassed, she always knew she could handle him, how she can see right through him.. But she never thought he could see right through her just the same. "Well say something" she managed, meeting his gaze. There was a long pause and the silence was awkward.

Then he held her wrist and gently pulled her close to him, Trish was caught off guard, it was rare to see Dante showing affection but now.. She could feel her body getting weaker, like she would collapse in his arms like this, how she had wished time would stay still. She remembered that same embrace they shared years ago, the longing, the relief.. it was all coming back to her like she was never gone.

He buried his face on her neck, the softness and that scent.. That scent he longed for… he planted a gentle kiss, his warmth, the feeling was overflowing her.. Every time they touch it was like they were made for each other.. Each other only, like they were some jigsaw pieces that completes the whole puzzle. How his body and her body mold it selves into one.

She savored the moment, his strong arms around her, she leaned her head on his broad chest and somehow something told him to stop.. But he just can't, not now.. But mind over matter.. He gently pulled away and steadied her by her shoulders. "Are you ok now?" he asked, "Yeah.. Thanks" Trish muttered, "Anytime" he replied smiling now.. Forcing himself not to blurt out something stupid.

"What was that all about?" he asked as he gestured for the door with his face. Trish looked down followed by a deep sigh, "I had a bad dream" she answered, Dante coughed and forced himself not to laugh, Trish scowled, her lips in a pout, "so let me get this straight" Dante said, "You came all the way here, raining and all because you had a bad dream?"

Trish left him hanging as she sat on the sofa, it stopped raining now. Dante followed her eager to know more about what bothered his partner, or ex partner to be exact. "So what's with the dream? Boogeyman?" he asked as he slouched beside Trish, his feet crossed on top of the center table. "Crazy stuffs" she answered, "but I'm just glad you're ok". "Hmm?" Dante looked at her, "how can I not be ok?". He snickered. "I just have this feeling you know.. Be careful" she reminded him, her eyes intense and serious. "You've been alone long enough" he answered. "I guess so.." Trish replied, "I haven't had any sleep lately" Dante could almost smile as the thought of Trish finally sleeping over daunted him, and maybe she'll stay.

"You better get some sleep then, you have circles around you eyes" Dante said as he stood up. Trish tugged his pants as Dante fell right back on the sofa, "wha.." "Stay" Trish pleaded; "please??" her eyes were all sincere as Dante stared at her. "At least until I fall asleep.." Trish finished. "You're still acting like a kid, and I thought you're the mom" he said, she pursed her lips to the side.

"ok.. ok fine" he answered heavily as he sat on the neighboring chair , his elbows resting on his knees as he dropped his head down with a sigh, after a several seconds he found Trish lying on the sofa, using her cushion as a pillow. Her body delicately turned, her shoulder, her neck bare and her legs revealed, the candle light.. Her skin.. Glowing, she was all but teasingly inviting. "geez.. This is torture" Dante bit his lip as he complained to himself. He shook his head from his private thoughts and stood up. After some minutes, he came back with a plain white blanket and spread it on Trish's unconscious body. Then he gazed at her momentarily.. Slowly he leaned over her, sleeping peacefully, he slowly brushed her long blonde hair over back, gently touching her cheeks and shoulders... it was only now he realized how beautiful she really look, and from that angle… how much he wanted her.

Again he dropped his head down with a sigh, "torture" he repeated almost a whisper as he went back to his couch and tried to keep himself busy.. but he still can't help but smile

Author's note

Ok, I suck I know.. im human, I wish I wasn't and sorry coz the next chappy will be up soon .

I just love trish and dante together haha, if this fic goes well then hmm its gonna be a long one.. but im not promising anything yet.. Reviews will be appreciated just be nice… even a little .