Disclaimer: I don't own Psychonauts. Neither do I own Dawn of the Dead. I'm a poor college kid. I own nothing. rattles tin cup Donations are accepted!

AN: Just using Psychonauts characters to get scary movie bugs out of my system.

She told him she liked scary movies.

It was true. She adored the entire genre. Anything from The Birds to Jaws to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It hadn't been a lie. But Raz finally managed to creep even her out. Every time he could get away from HQ, he showed up at the Zanatto Estate holding two or three scary movies. He hadn't been able to watch many movies growing up, so she enjoyed getting to share the experience with him. Soon it moved to psychological thrillers, such as Saw, The Sixth Sense, The Ring. Old classics like The Fog. For years they shared this strange obsession with one another. It never bothered her until they started in on the zombie movies.

At first it wasn't so bad. Resident Evil on a Tuesday afternoon, daylight streaming in. It had been a while since Raz had rented one that could make her jump. To be honest, he looked sort of pleased when she grabbed on to him. He laughed.

She punched him in retaliation. "Dork," she said, because it was a witty and scathing reply.

He just grinned at her. "Sorry sweetie. Love you though."

So she was perfectly content to lie safe in his arms after that, and the movie didn't seem all that frightening anymore.

The next morning they fired up 28 Days Later while chowing down on strawberry pop-tarts. This one only caused a few internal flinches. Other than that, it was pretty mellow. When they finished, they took Spit, the puppy Raz had gotten her for Christmas, on a walk. Spit was wonderful. He didn't know a thing about zombies. Tennis balls were his forte.

Are you gonna throw that ball? That's what it's for, you know. PLEASE?

It was Dawn of the Dead that finally got her.

They had gotten back late. The Aquato Circus had asked Raz to do a special show with them, even though he was no longer officially traveling with them (he was going on eight years as a Psychonaut, after all). So he had gone and done as they asked, and Lili went too. Unfortunately, since the acrobats open with all the performers and close alone, he had been obliged to stay until the end. Lili didn't much enjoy the screaming children and stale popcorn. But she did it because she loved him. They finally made it back a little after midnight, and Raz quickly decided that he couldn't sleep. He was still running off of that high that comes from performing for a crowd. So they went to Lili's room and popped in another movie. ­Dawn of the Dead.

Lili was freaked in five minutes. The little girl should not have been the first zombie. No no no.

But she had already jumped back on Tuesday, and refused to do so again. So she took it and took it. The husband. The security guard in the fountain. And the fat woman. Oh she was the worst. She had lain there, bleeding, cold, until she died. The black cloth, tossed over her eyes quick, as if her death was shameful.

And then she sat up. Opened a pale yellow eye and screeched. She had been normal just seconds before. Well, she hadn't desired to tear flesh from human bodies at any rate. But death had changed her. Made her horrible. Made her wicked. She lunged from the bed. So fast. She probably weighed nearly three hundred pounds. Had probably not run for ten years. But she did now, fat feet slapping against the tile, arms raised and back, almost like a T-Rex.

She met the bad end of a fire poker in seconds, but the image of that eye, that mouth opened in an ungodly declaration of hate, burned in Lili's mind. And she, with all her psychic power, could not root it out.

The movie didn't bother Raz in the least. He was even laughed when the gun man was picking zombies off from the rooftop. But Lili couldn't stand it later, when the same man smeared his own blood across the marker board. And still she didn't flinch, didn't cry out or reach for her boyfriend's hand. The torture finally ended, and Raz kissed Lili goodnight.

"That was a good one. Really had me going," Raz replied enthusiastically through a yawn.

"Yeah," she managed back. The house's silence seemed deafening now. As if waiting for an invasion of a three-hundred pound crazy woman hungry for blood.

Raz smiled back. "See you tomorrow then. Last day before my next mission." Then he reached for the light…..

And found that he was being held. Very tightly. By….Lili? Who was….crying?

"Lili? What's wrong baby?"

She didn't hear him at all. She was pleading. "Please don't turn out the light."

Raz stood dumbfounded. Trying to get his mind to catch up with the sudden change in environment. Then he could feel Lili's mind reaching out to his, practically screaming, and he mentally kicked himself.

"The movie scared you." Not a question.

Lili nodded, still clinging. It was really very unlike her. Maybe that's why it had taken him so long to notice. He had never seen her frightened so badly, and he had certainly never had her cling to him before.

Still, he couldn't help but be exasperated. "Why didn't you tell me it was scaring you?! We could have turned it off."

That got her to look up and act herself. "Because usually your all in my brain and know everything anyway, nosy ass." Her green eyes glared daggers, but they still glistened.

Raz sighed. "I'm sorry Lili. I really have been trying to stop accidentally reading your thoughts. It's just hard because we're already so—"

Lili finished. "Connected. Yeah, I know."

Raz nodded, still frowning at her. "Do you want me to stay?"

Lili nodded, no longer angry or trying to act tough. "Yeah."

Raz smiled and turned on the lamp next to the bed on before turning out the overhead light. "Your Dad's not gonna kill me, right?" he asked as he slid under the covers fully-clothed. It was heaven. Smelled like Lili's cherry blossom shampoo.

She shook her head, grinning, before sliding in next to him. "'Course not. We'll tell him what happened."

"Yeah. 'Cause he'll believe that his Lili was scared of some cheap Hollywood movie."

"Idiot."

"So abusive Lili."

"Mmn."

"I love you."

"I love you too Raz."

And then she was OK. The love of her life was laying there beside her, holding her close. No zombie was going to change that. So she drifted off in peaceful sleep.

Errrr...I know I haven't updated in ages. That's why I did the drabble thing. So all the stories would stick together. Anyway, I'd love a review or two!