Okay, so, I was looking through all of my archived stories in hopes to help me with an idea to write, and I stumbled upon this I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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He lay on the cold metal cot as he looked back and forth. He was used to the cold, the whiteness that surrounded him. The way it felt when his vision blurred from dizziness, or when his legs where too tired to walk, was familiar.

Nathan woke himself up. His dreams were surreal, sometimes, would appear more than he expected. And he showed up in every one of them.

He was what Nathan was afraid of seeing every night. Nathan wasn't scared of the dreams, he was scared of him.

Benny walked down the hallway if the ward. He was scared, and he could admit it. In fact, his boss said it was one of his best qualities. The nurse motioned for him to follow her as she turned the corner and entered the blue zone.

The blue zone, of this ward at least, meant that either the patent was completely insane, or dangerous.

Benny had suspected that the patient he would be seeing was neither of them. He had experienced firsthand before moving away from Whitechapel, how dangerous your own subconscious can be to yourself, and knew he wasn't the only one who had experienced it.

"In here," The nurse said as she stuck the key into the door and turned it slightly as it unlocked with a click. "There's a panic button on the right wall if anything happens," she told him, as she held the door open. Benny nodded as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Nathan," He said taking a seat in the open chair Nathan was facing. He didn't make any eye contact with Benny. He sat in the chair opposite of Benny, he wore a long sleeved white shirt and had his arms wrapped around himself as if he was cold. He stared towards Benny's feet.

"I'm Benny," Benny started looking at the young boy. It was a strange thing to look at the boy in the same way Agent Hansen had looked at him in the same circumstances. It was as if looking into his past from the opposite prospective.

The boy just nodded but didn't say anything. He still hadn't lost any interest in Benny's shoes.

"I'm here to help," He said looking at Nathan. The boy's silence was making him uncomfortable. "I hear you've been having… dreams."

The boy nodded ever so slightly that Benny had to replay the action in his head before deciding if he had even moved, "Do you want to tell me what you've been dreaming about?"

There was a short pause before Nathan shook his head slowly. Benny nodded in understanding.

"Look…" Benny started, "I know you haven't talked in weeks, and you probably don't want to talk about… the nightmares, I'm here, You might find that I'm the only one who will listen, and believe every word you say."

Nathan looked at Benny, a small flicker of hope and curiosity in his eyes. He slowly nodded.

"Whenever you're ready," Benny said. As he stood up and opened the door. He nodded to the nurse than made his way back down to the hospital. After exiting several minutes later he sat in his car.

Meeting the boy had brought up some old memories, Whitechaple specifically. Benny was a mere fourteen when he had left when He had come into His dreams.

Much like Nathan, he was put in a mental hospital, except he was only there for a couple weeks before Agent Hansen found him.

After the… Incident, Benny left. He didn't say a word to anyone, not even his grandmother, of where he was going, or even why. He just left, and with him so had Agent Hansen, and the nightmares he had told his friends about.

Benny, wished, and hoped that they didn't remember him.

After all, he had been gone for three years.

Benny knew he would regret it, but he pulled his cell phone out and dialed the all too familiar number.

Just as Benny was about to chicken out and hang up, someone answered.

"Hello?" The voice was deeper, but recognizable. Benny sat there in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Hello?" The voice asked again, obviously getting annoyed, "I can hear you breathing!"

"Ethan…?" Benny finally answered after a long period of time.

"Who is this?" Ethan asked, something had changed, his voice was… thick, but he had so much confidence behind it.

"An old friend," Benny said, hoping he wouldn't recognize his voice, for his too had grown deeper.

"What kind of friend?"

"One who's hoping you forgot about him," Benny said, he wanted to talk to Ethan, but he didn't want him to know who he was.

"Why would I want to forget him?"

Benny didn't get annoyed with his friends questioning. With all his years with Agent Hansen, He knew how to talk to a person without giving out any information, and have the patients with anyone, maybe with an exception of Rory.

"It's just the memory of him that would bring back… the worst."

"Who are you?" Ethan asked more sternly.

"I'm someone you could trust, more than anything."

"No, the only person I can trust is Benny, and he's dead."

Dead, wow, so that's the lie she told them, Benny thought, "Well, you shouldn't listen to what everyone tells you, even the person you think is the one you could depend on the most would lie to you," It was a risk, Benny knew that if Ethan was being Ethan, he would be able to know it was Benny talking to him, but he took the risk anyway.

"Look, I don't need you to tell me who to trust, just tell me who the heck you are?"

"I'm your best friend," Benny said, deciding he had a fail attempt on his best friend. He hung up.

He turned the key in the ignition ignoring the fact that his phone was vibrating. He drove to his small apartment, which legally he wasn't allowed to own, but Agent Hansen bought it for him and declared that she was working all the time to the rent owner.

But truly, Benny was working all the time, for Agent Hansen. His job was… rare. He knew how to lie to the police, how to tamper with a crime scene, how to talk to people with a "Specific" type of problem.

He was just, there. He helped people like Nathan, People like himself, who where in too deep and needed help.

It was hard getting accepted, he had the experience, and he had spent his first year helping detectives with cold cases, than spent the past year Researching Pervious cases Agent Hansen had that were inconclusive. He had helped her solve some, considering he could do something's she couldn't.

But Nathan was his first case that was assigned to him specifically. He had to help Nathan, as soon as he read about him he knew he had to help him. It wasn't his choice; he just had to help him.

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