A/N: Thank you so much for your responses, follows, and favs for this little fiction. I am pretty sure that ALL authors smile when they get notified that some kind person took the time to like or review one of their stories. I appreciate it a lot. To the anonymous reviewer who asked about the title of one of the fictions I mentioned to in the first chapter… you may be talking about Bass Isles: Matchmaker. Just a guess. Also, I may not get every fiction I loved in this story… but I still appreciate every person who shared.

Some of the dreams are kinda fuzzy, but I do remember one about us raising elephants or being elephants or something? That was a particularly good dream. Really, any dream where things worked out with you was a good dream. Some of my dreams drove me crazy! They were literally "to be continued" and who knew how long it would be until I got the rest of the story. But then there were stories that were updated daily! Bless their hearts.

Jane laughed as she looked over at Maura, but then her laughter immediately stopped. Until that point, she really had not entertained the thought that Maura may not get any better. Any time such a concept crossed her mind she simply discarded it. But now - sitting beside Maura whose condition hadn't changed at all - Jane was filled with a sudden and intense fear.

What if this amazing life is really ending? How would she go on? How could she ever forgive herself for not getting to Maura in time? Jane's heart hurt. Obviously the pain of losing Maura would be unbearable, but she wasn't sure that she would survive the guilt.

"She is still beautiful; my little girl."

The voice from behind her startled Jane who immediately turned around. Constance Isles stood by the door with her eyes fixed on her daughter. It took Constance several days to get to Boston after she was finally informed of the situation. She dropped everything, but distance and weather made it difficult.

"Hi Constance," Jane said as she rose to her feet and motioned to her chair. She briefly wondered if Constance had just overheard her speaking with Maura. "Please sit. I am glad you made it. Would you like some time alone with Maura? Or maybe you have questions? Would you like me to get the doctor? Or maybe.."

"Jane," Constance interrupted her rambling, "I would like for you to sit here with me. Please."

Constance's plea caused Jane to take in a deep breath. Constance was one strong woman. She didn't show a lot of emotion, even toward Maura. But the person standing in front of her now was not the Constance Isles, famed artist and philanthropist, but a mother.

"Of course, Constance. I am really very sorry. I would never want her to get hurt and I swear I did everything I knew to do to get to her back safely, but…" Jane couldn't continue. Her eyes filling with tears as she looked down at the ground.

"Jane, I am just too tired and too concerned about my daughter to worry about blaming you for this. And, after all, you did get her back. And for that, her father and I thank you. He will be arriving tomorrow, and I am sure he will tell you the same. You made quite an impression the first time he met you, Jane. We both know you would do anything to protect our daughter." Constance responded. Her words spoken with honesty.

Jane and Constance sat quietly for a few moments before Constance broke the silence. "You know, Jane, I spoke with your mother before I came here. You may not be aware, but she and I have become unlikely friends. We figured that you are Maura are so close, like family, that she and I better get to know one another better," Constance confessed. "It's obvious to us where the two of you belong."

Her direct gaze on Jane made the detective feel like she was being interrogated and that Constance could see right through her.

Jane was in shock. She had no idea that Constance and her mother had become so close. Why didn't her mother tell her about this? Did Maura know this? For the rest of their time at Maura's bedside Jane continued to process this information even as she and Constance talked about Maura and her condition. Jane didn't ask Constance to elaborate on what she was alluding to. Why bother? She was owning it anyway.

The situation was still very odd and confusing to her; however, and later she would confide in Maura.

I had no idea, Maur, that our mothers have become BFFs! You know, I had some dreams about our mothers. Your mother, well, you know how open-minded she is. She was almost always trying to get us to hook up. Once on a boat … the Serendipity. If it wasn't your mother, it was mine. I guess that is why this information about our moms talking behind our backs feels like deja vous.

Jane sat pondering what all of this meant. Frost and now Maura's mother. Her own unquenchable desire to come clean about her feelings. Why would this be the time for all of this to come spilling out? One thing was clear to Jane, her feelings for Maura seemed to be more obvious to others than she thought.

But what about Maura? Jane wondered if it had been obvious to her, too. Maybe she suspected Jane was interested in her, but just didn't feel the same. Jane knew that that kind of thinking would lead her to do what she had done so many times before – withhold her feelings from Maura.

But not this time. She absolutely knew that she would tell Maura this time. She had to. If there is one thing that this experience has taught her, it's that she may never get the chance again. Jane knew that real life is not a dream. She was keenly aware that some people never go home to their loved ones.

All she wanted was one more chance to let Maura know that she is the most loved person in the world. Just one more.

I wonder if I should tell you about these dreams when you wake up, or should I just tell you how I feel? I haven't given much thought to how you may handle this news. Of course, I want you to fall into my arms, plant a huge kiss on me and tell me that you feel the same way. That's how it goes in my dreams.

Jane smiled.

Maybe I should tell you about some of the more M-rated dreams, now! Up until this point we have stayed with the T and K. I could never tell you these things if you were awake. Let's just say that you and I have tried EVERYTHING at least once. Gadgets, leather, and role-playing. Hell, we even had sex in car after I traveled back from the future to save your life!

Jane wiggled her eyebrows at a motionless Maura. You didn't know I had it in me, did you?

Jane blushed. Recalling these dreams would make her night at the hospital go by nicely or torturously, depending on how you look at it.