Okay, before you guys read this here's a little warning type thing. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of same-sex relationships, yeah this story isn't for you. If you're not, then read on and I hope you enjoy.


"Yo Dia!" a man yelled from up front. "That crate of JD come in yet?" Dia Allen ran a hand through her hip length red/dark gold hair, well almost through it since her hand stopped at the top of her head. She looked around until she saw the square glass bottles of the infamous Tennessee Whiskey.

"Yeah Dame!"

"Could ya bring'em up front?"

"Yeah!" she said and crouched down, grasping the handles of the crate and hoisting it up with a grunt and a sharp exhale of air. She hobbled up front and set it down behind the polished cherry wood bar, starting to unpack them. Her boyfriend Damian helped her and she smiled at him briefly in thanks. When they were finished she wiped the dust off her hands with a perpetually dirty white rag and grabbed her coat, heading for the door.

"Where you goin Dia?"

"I got a shrink appointment." She said on her way out and heard her boyfriend/lovers' chuckle.

"Have fun with that."

"Oh yeah loads of fun. Tell Tabby-Cat where I am if she asks?"

"Of course." Damian said as she referred to their mutual girlfriend/lover Tabitha, Tabby or Tabby-Cat because of her cat green eyes. Dia left the club and put her coat on as protection against the bitter cold wind. She got into her car (okay Damian's car) and started it up, driving away from the club, Chained Heart.

She drove farther into the city and parked in front a small, house-like building where she had her regular therapy sessions. She got out of the car and went inside quickly, going up to the front desk to say she was here. She sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting area and waited to be called in.

"Ms. Allen?" the receptionist said and she looked at her. "Dr. Turner will see you now." Dia got up and walked to the small, homey office space. She knocked on the door before quietly opening it.

"Dr. Turner?" she asked poking her head in and seeing the older woman sitting in a chair.

"Dia, come in!" she said looking at her with a smile and once again, recognition stabbed at her. It was if she knew her from somewhere, but not sure where. Dia entered the room, closing the door behind her and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs.

"Three times a week, just like we agreed."

"Yes indeed. So tell me Dia, did you have another dream last night?"

"Yes. I have them every night."

"Tell me about this recent one."

"It was the same as all the others."

"I would still like to hear it."

"Okay." Dia said sighing. "I'm younger, and I'm happy. It's dark around me, which doesn't make sense because most kids are scared shitless of the dark…right? Well anyways, I felt safe in this darkness, I found light in this darkness."

"And the ending?"

"The same. Light returns, but I find pain and darkness in the light."

"Was the Dark Man in it?"

"Yes. He was laughing, and holding me."

"Did you see his face?"

"No. I never do."

"How old do you think you are in these dreams?"

"Oh hell I dunno, but real young, like single digits young."

"Okay, on a different subject. How are things going with Damian and Tabitha?"

"Perfect, we're all just one big happy threesome. I consider myself lucky, because I know of relationships between three people that have ended because two of the people didn't like each other. But Damian and Tabby, they're crazy about each other, just as much as they're crazy about me and I'm crazy about them." she and the doctor talked for the rest of the session and when it was over she stood. "See you Friday doctor. Same time?"

"I don't see why not." Dr. Turner said standing as well. She saw Dia out of her office and sat back down in her chair.

Dia pulled away from the building and drove back to Chained Heart; she parked, got out and went back inside. She helped Damian unpack the rest of he alcohol and around 3 or so Tabby came in. She and Dia kissed and she and Damian kissed and then she started to polish glasses.

At the end of the day Dr. Turner checked out and got into her car, driving away from the building. She kept glancing at the welders' goggles hanging off her rearview mirror and back out at the road. It's been twenty years. She parked in front of her house and grabbed the goggles before getting out.

Dr. Turner switched on her basement lights as she walked down the stairs, the goggles in her hands. Going over to a back corner she pulled the tarp off the cryo-tube and wiped the dust off the glass, looking at the man inside.

"Its time." She whispered and pressed buttons on the side of the tube. The gas inside started to vent and the mans' hand twitched.