Needless to say Locke remained awake for the rest of the night. With what Locke could only describe as a death note left for him in the Englishman's elegant scrawl he was far to wired to attempt a return to his nightmares.

The fact that Thomas and the new kid, James, both thought he was crazy now didn't help sooth his mind much either.

Locke waited until the sun was peeking through his curtains before getting out of bed. He quickly dressed in the usual pants and tee combo before making his way into the common room. Unsurprisingly the area was deserted so early on a Saturday morning.

He sighed as he got a coffee to keep him wired for the rest of the day, still thinking over everything that had happened last night. Questions flashed in his mind faster than he could find answers for them.

Was it all a dream?

If so, how did he get this note?

If not, how did Will manage to get into the school again? The Brit was good but certainly not that good. Right?

Locke sighed as he fell onto one of the good chairs in the lounge. He grabbed the remote and idly began to surf through the channels. One eye visible twitched. 7A.M. on a Saturday and all that was playing were horror movies about undead things. He looked up at the ceiling "Why me, God? What did I eva do ta ye?" he asked in defeat.

He clicked to some mindless cartoon and let it play as he once more tried to sort through his thoughts. First off he didn't want anyone to know of this. That meant avoiding Cam and any other psychic he may stumble across. So far James didn't appear psychic so that was a good thing. Locke wanted to keep his head to himself today until he knew what the hell was going on.

Second, he would have to be careful around Thomas who was sure to be in hyper-analysis mode. The little psycho would be on Locke for every detail of the dream that sent him screaming and acting crazy no doubt. He'd humor Thomas but he would have to stay guarded. Other than Thomas, and James, he didn't want anyone else to know about this....

Hah. That was like keeping a secret from Madison ... "Oh guff...."

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Later that day Locke found himself hitting his head on the table for what had to be the twentieth time in the past hour. "Fer te las' time, Thomas. Nothin' 'appened!"

"You're overly defensive for it to be nothing, Locke," Psycho replied sitting across the table from him.

"Oi! Thomas! Leave Locke alone, if I hear either of you repeat yourselves again I'm just going to mute you both!" Faye yelled from across the room. She and Kamole had been trying to watch a movie together, holding hands as they did so, but the audiokinetic found that she couldn't concentrate with those two in the background.

Kamole squeezed her hand softly knowing she was still sore about William yesterday, thus taking it out on everyone else.

Locke sighed in relief as Thomas quieted for a moment. The Scott used that time to push away from the table and dart to his room. He slid against his bedroom door as he shut it behind him. "Sweet relief..." he sighed at last.

Heaving a sigh he got to his feet only to fall face first onto his bed. With the lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up to him, Locke deemed it was safe to sleep again, at least for now with the sun up...

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Back in the lounge after Locke left Kiran shook his head as he took up the Scott's seat across from Thomas. "So. You actually managed to scare him off."

Thomas pouted, "I did not scare him off."

"Tom..."

"Okay…maybe a wee bit, But I just know he's hiding something, Kiri."

The other boy tilted his head curiously, "Hiding what? The necromancer under his bed? Look he had a nightmare so what? Happens to everyone who isn't me."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I just know okay? Something is...off."

"Off as in how off?"

"Faye told us when the bastard was in her head he was trying to keep her down by telling her she was worthless and weak. Locke denies it having happened to him. But when Faye came to, she was looked like she had been fighting William the whole time...Locke looked like he had taken a beating besides the one you gave him."

Kiran was silent taking in what his boyfriend had told him, thankful for once the speech was free of psychological terms. "So you think Rev hit a nerve?"

"There's no way he could have not. Look...last night James and I heard him scream. It was like he was being murdered. And when we get in we find out he thought he was having a conversation with William. I know he's a nasty little bastard, but how many scream in fear because of a mere conversation?"

"Not many."

"Either there's more to this conversation or Locke is genuinely afraid of Will or of something he did."

"Like mind raping Locke into falsely thinking he's weak, useless, a hindrance etc etc..." Kiran went on with a wave of his hand.

"Exactly!"

The blonde sighed, "And Locke won't tell you anything so you can't even try to help him, right?"

"Right."

"Cheery little pep talk time?"

Thomas shook his head. "No.. I think we should let him rest...at least give him time to recover on his own. With luck I'm just blowing things out of proportion... Besides I think he went to go sleep, I don't think he slept after James and I left."

"He's not the only one tired then," Kiran hmned looking over Thomas' shoulder.

"What are you-" Thomas paused mid question as he followed Kiran's gaze and turned in his seat. Faye had gone from sitting close to Kamole to leaning against him in what seemed a peaceful sleep. Kamole didn't seem to mind.

"My little bro's all grown up," Kiran joked lightening the mood that had come over the table. Thomas merely smiled, still not satisfied with Locke's case...

Thomas sighed again, earning himself a look from Kiran who obviously wanted a less Will centered topic. "I just can't not think about it. There's something just not right…"

"Then corner Locke and force him to talk. Drag in a psychic if you have to."

"I would never-!"

Kiran silenced him kissing his cheek quickly. "I know you wouldn't. That's why you need to let him talk on his own or risk him not talking at all."

"You're right…" Thomas sighed. He looked back up at Kiran and smiled softly before kissing him, "Thank you."

Kiran looked down to hide blind eyes as he hid the blush on his cheeks from Thomas who grinned at the response. As his vision returned, Kiran blinked. He bent down and picked up a crumpled piece of paper, "I think Locke dropped something…"

The paper in his hand was soft and worn from crumpling and smoothing out again. As Kiran went to uncrumple it and read it, Thomas snatched it from him quickly.

"Tom, chill." Kiran sighed, "No need to rip my hand off to get to a piece of paper."

But Thomas ignored him. If this was indeed something Locke had dropped…how did he get it? The elegant script of William Essex stared back at him with the sickly sweet message of 'Sweet Dreams.'