Here's the sequel! This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but I think it'll suit the story better if it's a few chapters. Thanks again guys for all the reads for CN: K! I appreciate any and all feedback!

*This was written for entertainment purposes only
*Glenn Jacobs/Kane isn't mine
*The OC is mine

Jolting awake, Jessica felt sweat running down her face. Pushing a few strands of hair back, she checked her alarm clock that rested on the nightstand. "3 am, shit." Leaning back against the pillows, she sighed. Another beautiful dream had been consumed by a nightmare. This one was different than all the others, though. He came back. He returned to her. He was still alive. Trying to piece together the segments of her dream, she closed her eyes. A slide show of her dream-turned-nightmare started playing;

~Dancing under the pale moonlight, she looked into the mismatched eyes of her lover. Of her Thomas Kane. Of her Glenn Jacobs. His strikingly beautiful eyes searched hers for any sign of hesitation, and when none was found, he leant his head down, and his lips finally connected with hers. Shifting them slightly, she pulled away and rested her head on his chest, looking out across the ocean. The moonlight reflected off of the surface of the water, casting an eerie shadow-like presence towards them. The cool water lapped at their bare feet, tempting them both to enter further into its depths. Feeling a pair of hands start to draw patterns up and down her back, Jessica looked up, and a sudden rush of emotions flooded her insides. This couldn't have been more perfect; the warm, dry night, the cool sand between her toes, the calming noise of the waves consistently crashing against the shore, and her man. The man she had fallen in love with so long ago. He was standing right in front of her, lust and love clouding his eyes. His hands, which were resting on her back, moved to her hips where he started to sway them both gently to an imaginary song. With his forehead resting against hers, he slowly started moving them away from the water, and towards a dry area, where their towel lay. Lifting her up in a bridal-style manner, Glenn lowered them both down onto the towel placed some feet away from the water. Leaning over her, she could make out only his most prominent facial features in the darkness. Lifting a hand, she placed it on his cheek and swiped her thumb across his cheekbone. Hearing his soft sigh of content, she continued on, gently tracing out the rest of the contours of his face. Her fingers stroked through his short, soft hair, scraping across his scalp and down his neck. She felt him shiver above her. She was blessed to be enjoying such a private, intimate setting with the man. Pulling his head down, she kissed him with a passion only few could possess. Within seconds, they had pulled away, labored breaths mixing together, drifting off into the air. She watched as he sat up on his knees, starting to unbutton his jet-black pinstripe suit jacket. Jessica sat up as best as she could, being she was under his large body, and swatted his hands away as she finished what he started. She felt herself being held up by him and after she had set down his jacket, she went for his tie. Her fingers worked the piece of fabric that was knotted. Taking her time, she slowly undid the knot and slid the silk crimson tie from his neck, setting it next to the jacket. As she went for his shirt, she felt his breath on her neck and his teeth start to nip and bite a path down to her shoulder. Her hands failing to complete the task at hand, she heard him chuckle. His chest vibrated as the noise came out of his mouth as he set her back on the ground, leaning up to finally take off the damn shirt. His large, skilled hands started popping the buttons open as Jessica watched. The moonlight illuminated Glenn, tracing out his frame and giving him a glowing angelic look. Her eyes met his and he smiled with such purity, it was almost as if he was experiencing all of this for the first time. She heard him start to speak out, "Jessica, I love you, I love you so m-" and before he could finish, a gunshot rang out, piercing through Glenn's back. His body jerked as his eyes grew wide, nothing coming out of his mouth. Immediately panicking, Jessica sat up, trying to hold Glenn as he was swaying back and forth. Another shot rang out as she watched the bullet pass through Glenn's chest. She didn't feel anything as it passed through her. She looked at his chest, and saw dark, thick red blood start to seep out and stain his shirt. Moving in slow motion, Jessica realized that no matter what she went to do, she could not physically touch Glenn. She couldn't help him. She could only watch as his eyes glazed over while he frantically tried to breathe through his blood-filled lungs. She heard him cough, and saw red blood spew out of his mouth. She screamed in horror as his stiff body fell forwards, right on her. But he went right through her, and she scrambled to move away from this paranormal phenomena happening. Looking down, she saw that his back was littered with bullet holes and blood; his crisp, white shirt was now stained red. Convulsing herself now, Jessica started screaming. She screamed for help and she screamed because this shouldn't be happening. Her life was suddenly perfect and then this happened. Her screams were heard, because the sound of stomping feet coming closer caused her to whip her head up. There were about seven heavily armed men wearing what seemed to be SWAT uniforms along with an older woman with no face flanked by a few men in suits. All of these people were holding guns, and Jessica knew something else was wrong. Nobody knew about this area, how were there so many people here? How did someone shoot Glenn and then these people were suddenly here? Unless… Jessica stood to her feet, running towards the group of people. Waving her arms in front of her, she screamed at them to get help. She screamed at them to save Glenn. She soon realized that they couldn't hear her either, and they continued their trek to Glenn. Sprinting the few feet towards his body, she fell to her knees, laying over him, protecting him. She faintly heard his high-pitched breathing as he was struggling to get air into his lungs. Knowing that she couldn't touch him, she tried speaking to him, "Glenn, don't do this to me. Don't you dare die on me. You will get through this, please, stay with me." But again, her words fell on deaf ears as the group reached the two, and the faceless woman spoke out in a stern voice, "Lift him up." Jessica tried to fend off the SWAT men reaching for Glenn, but to no avail. They easily picked up his body, and she watched in horror as the woman pulled out her gun and aimed it at Glenn. With the woman's finger on the trigger, Jessica saw Glenn lift his head, and his eyes landed on hers. Using the last bit of strength he had, he spoke out in a hoarse voice, "I love you." And as the words left his mouth, the woman pulled the trigger.~

By now Jessica had started shaking, and her clammy hand reached under her shirt, and she pulled out Glenn's dog tags that were around her neck. When he gave them to her, she put them on and has not taken them off since. They were all she had left of him. When he first left, her dreams had been about them making love, about Glenn in general, and about their future. His words constantly rang out in her head, "I love you, Jessica Taylor, never forget that. I will come back for you, I promise that on my life." She waited, every day for months for that promise to come true, but the day she thought he would return was the worst day of her life.

~Jessica had just arrived home from her day job as a mechanic when she saw a large, shiny black SUV in front of the building. Knowing that Glenn was part of the CIA, she was quite familiar with those kinds of vehicles. Thinking that he had finally come back, she excitedly exited her truck and ran inside. She stopped dead in her tracks, though, when she saw a tall, skinny woman surrounded by men in suits. Each of them stood still as a statue, and had no sign emotion or conversation. The woman's deep, stern voice rang out in the stoic room, "Jessica Rae Taylor, we are here to inform you that Thomas Kane was killed in action." Feeling her body go numb, she sank to her knees, staring at the pairs of nicely polished shoes. The woman in front of her stepped forward, handing Jessica a small box, "These are his dog tags. His body was not recovered, but these were found by the backup team. Since you and him were involved, this would be our first and only chance to let you know that he is gone, and not coming back. He would want you to have these." Jessica let the words go in one ear and out the other. Glenn, he was gone…~

Eight months later, Jessica was surprised she was still alive. The night she was told of Glenn's death, she drank until she couldn't differentiate between a letter and a number. It wasn't long until she fell into a depression. She stopped working out, she barely ate and she almost lost her job a few times because of unexplained absences. KC had known something was wrong, and the large German Shepherd did all a dog could do, provide companionship. Jessica knew that KC was the only thing keeping her alive; she couldn't bear to leave him. She remembered how much Glenn loved her dog, and there were times she could tell that KC was missing him too. She couldn't believe he was gone, and on that same night all those months ago, that's when the nightmares started.

While her shaking had slightly subsided, a furry body next to her had woken up and started nudging his snout against her arm. KC hadn't usually slept on Jessica's bed, but once she fell into her depression, it was as if KC knew Glenn was gone, and he would curl up on Glenn's side of the bed every single night. Reaching over to pet him, Jessica felt hot tears slide down her cheeks. None of this was unusual, except the fact that her nightmare seemed so vivid. Her dreams were always vivid, but her nightmares seemed fake and had almost a far-away feel. They had scared her just as much and caused her to wake up in the middle of the night every time, but there was just something off about this one. Knowing that sleep wouldn't come easily to her by just closing her eyes, she grabbed her phone and turned on the slideshow of all the pictures she had taken of her and Glenn, and played it. Even though she had seen the pictures hundreds of times, it put her at ease and the soft music playing from her phone that went with the slideshow eventually lulled her to sleep.