Disclaimer: I don't own anything... excluding the random OCs that will probably pop up during this.

AN: Okay, I decided to go ahead and toy with an idea I've had for a while now. Not sure how it will end really, but I thought I might as well get the idea typed out instead of just letting it sit in my head. So yeah. As if I really needed another project.

"Hey Dreamer- mind moving?"

I bite down on my lip to keep myself from moaning her name. As I have for the past nine months.

"Um… no."

I don't see him. I don't want to see him. Only her.

"Good. 'Cause you're sitting in my spot."

I know that soon her ghost will disappear, leaving me with him. But I can't help it.

"Oh! Sorry!"

I need it to be her for a while more.

"Relax; you don't have to move unless you really want to- it's a great spot, isn't it? Besides, if you move, it'll take me forever to find you again. It's a big beach."

Her hands are changing into his. I clamp my eyes shut.

"So… do you have a name, or do I keep calling you Dreamer?"

Her kisses were so soft…

"S-Sara."

Her touches drove me mad…

"Sa-ra. Sara. I like it! My name's Amy- pleased to meet you!"

She made me so happy.

"Why are you so far away from the rest of the group, Sara? Besides the great view, I mean."

I love her so much.

"Well, uh, since I'm younger than everyone else, uh, they don't really want me around."

I wish she could be here with me instead of him.

"Huh. That's weird. I think you're neat!"

But she can't be here. And he offered.

"Really?"

I shut my eyes tighter against the liquid building up behind them.

"Really. I, er- watch you a lot…"

Again I bite down on my lip, praying he won't see the blood as I choke on her name.

"…Apparently not closely enough. Oh, Sara…"

His kisses are so painful… they aren't like hers at all.

"It's nothing, Star. Just a scratch."

"I love you."

"Just a… Sara… Dreamer… Please… please tell me who did this to you!"

My eyes spring open at the three words he just spoke. Please tell me he didn't… God no…

"I love you Dreamer."

I dash to the bathroom the second he falls asleep so that I can throw up. I do all I can to forget how her hands would be holding back my hair if she were here with me now.

"I love you too, Ames. Star."

Letting the tears fall, I move around his apartment, collecting my clothes.

"Hey, easy Dreamer… You're going to make yourself sick like this!"

I reach my home and throw down my overnight bag, heading straight for the bathroom.

"Thank you Amy. For… for making me take care of myself. Just… thanks."

Bleach burns if you don't wear clothes. Of course. I can't bring myself to care. I need to get myself clean.

"Bleach, Dreamer? Soap would do just fine, you know."

I let the scalding hot water wash over me, hiding my tears.

"I need to wash it off… wash it all off… get clean…"

He loves me… Damn it. How did I let this happen? I used him… and he was my friend… once…

"SARA! You're fine. The blood's all gone, I promise. You're clean. All clean. I promise."

I exit the shower feeling numb. I don't think the bleach was enough to wash him away.

"I'm sorry…"

It'll have to do for now. I won't cut myself. I promised her I wouldn't. I gave her my word.

"There is no reason for you to be sorry. I honestly should have expected this to have happened eventually. All that matters right now is that you're okay. We'll deal with everything else later."

I look down at my wrist and feel like crying all over again. The waterproof makeup I put on it didn't last, apparently.

"What would I do without you?"

A tattoo. Covering a scar. A scar that Mom gave me when she tried to cut my hand off. Dragons. Chinese dragons connected by shooting stars. All black ink.

"Something much less interesting, I'm sure."

I covered it up so I could work with him. The 2nd top lab in the country. But I always left it alone when I was with her.

"Looking at it reminds me why I'm still here."

I wish I hadn't come here. Then she would still be in my life.

"That shouldn't be all that stops you, Dreamer. Look… promise me… no matter what happens… promise me that you will never use a knife to damage you beautiful skin again. Please."

And then I wouldn't have used Grissom. He had been such a good friend before I came here…

"I… I promise I won't, Amy."

I was unfaithful. I'm sorry, Amy. So sorry. I should've known that I couldn't duplicate your touch. I'm so sorry.

I should've made it home sooner that night.

I'm so sorry you're dead, Star.