The whole way home Nick and Kim didn't talk at all. Once they pulled up to their gorgeous two-story mansion Kim got out and immediately headed inside. She just had to get out of her silky black dress and into something more comfortable. Kim laid her purse and shawl on the sofa table and was heading toward the bedroom when she heard Nick scoff.

"What?" Kim asked with her hands on her hips

"You are such a pig, you know that?" Nick replied holding up the accessories that she had just set on the table. "And don't take that tone with me," he added as an after thought.

Kim rolled her eyes, turned around, and headed down the hall to the bedroom. After closing the door she made her way to the enormous walk-in closet, briefly surprised by the way her clothes had been straightened out. As she stepped out of the dress she quickly hung it back up on her side of the closet, eyeing Nick's flawless clothes. Her husband organized his clothes by color, fabric, and alphabetically by the designer's name.

Nick would get extremely pissed off if she accidentally put it on his side. Her husband was obsessive compulsive, well more the former than the latter.

Once Kim was out of that infernal dress, she opened the door to the master bath. The intricately designed room had two huge vanities, a claw foot tube, and an enormous shower. After all Nick had hired one of the best architects in the world to create this master piece.

Kim walked over to her sink, released her hair from the French braid it was in, and removed her make-up. She then got into the shower to attend to the dried blood, loose skin, and bits of gravel that still stuck to her shins. She also examined the arm that Nick had held, shocked she could already see the discoloration on her skin.

Kim sighed as she lowered her arm and allowed the water ran over her body; it felt so good. Within seconds, her thoughts strayed to the handsome Dr. Oliver- His muscular build showing off even in his suit; his attractive tanned skin which matched perfectly with his short, black spiked hair. The way he looked at you with those dark chocolate eyes, like he was looking into your soul. He was the perfect description of tall, dark, and handsome.

There was just something so familiar about him, like they had been friends in school. If she could remember, she might even go so far as to say that they had even been romantically involved together. Kim remembered so little about her life in Angel Grove that the city didn't seem to exist to her anymore. She figured that nothing exciting had ever happened there and that was why she didn't remember much.

There was one thing, however, that she did remember. The Youth Center stood clear out in her mind. Kim remembered the establishment and bartender very vividly. She giggled as she thought about Ernie and all the good times she had spent practicing her routines. All the times that she had ducked and hid from Sulk and Bkull. She also tried to remember all of her friends, but she only saw colors. Blue, Red, Yellow, Black, and White.

Kim had wanted so badly to have her wedding in Angel Grove, because it was her birth place. She wanted all of her friends and family with her on her joyous day. Nick, however, had convinced her that it would be more romantic to have it in Paris, France. They had had a small ceremony with only two guests- Kim's parents-because they had been the only ones to know about the marriage. Kim wasn't even allowed to tell Jack about it. Or was his name Jason, she could never remember. Kim always wondered why their wedding had been so small, but she never pushed it.

Kim was startled out of her thoughts when she heard banging on the bathroom door. She quickly turned the water off and got out of the shower. Drying herself off, she put her hair in a towel, and opened the door.

"Bout damn time," Nick said as he brushed past her. "A person could die waiting for you to get done."

Kim quickly and quietly got out of the bathroom before Nick did or said anything else. Once in the room Kim went to the dresser and got out a pair of pajamas. Since it was summer and still pretty hot, she chose a white tank top with a pair of pink shorts. As she got dressed she reflected on the evening, especially the ending. Nick wasn't normally the aggressive type, but he did have his moments. For instance when he had too much to drink, he became possessive of her.

Kim felt a pair of arms encircle her stomach and a soft kiss on the neck. She leaned into Nick and rested against his chest.

"Kimberly, darling, you know I'm sorry right?" Nick asked as he softly kissed her neck again.

Kim smiled softly and replied, "Of course Nick, I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart."

Kim felt a sudden burst of pain in her head as Nick kissed her down her collar bone. It felt like something was trying to break free from her mind. She screwed her eyes up in pain and winced, an agonizing gasp escaping her lips. Breaking free of Nick's embrace, she ran back into the bathroom with necessity. She searched her vanity in a hurry looking for the prescription bottle. Kim's knees went weak with relief as she clutched the tiny bottle. She swallowed two of the tiny little white pills and looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes lingering on the tortured expression etched across her face. Regaining her composure she cautiously returned to her bedroom to face her angry husband.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his forehead deeply creased. "Are you so disgusted by my touch that you have to pretend to get a migraine?"

"No Nick… I just got one of those pains again." Kim replied as she held Nick's forearms

She had to make him understand that she wasn't repulsed by his touch. Somehow.

"Save it Kimberly, I don't want to hear it."

Nick turned, causing Kim to lose her balance, and got into to bed. Kim quickly regained her poise and crawled in beside him, hoping that everything would be better in the morning. She didn't know if it was the side affects of her medication or her exhaustion from such a surreal night, but before she knew it she felt herself drift off to sleep…

Kim was walking through the park with a very handsome boy in green was walking beside her. She couldn't see his face, but she knew that he wasn't a threat to her. As she was walking she didn't notice the rock and as a result tripped over it. Just before she could hit the ground, her prince in green caught her, saving her from an ungraceful landing and a rather large bruise. Kim giggled and smiled up at him with an apology. The next thing she knew a big, ugly, thing appeared out of nowhere. Kim and her mystery man were quickly separated by a yellow looking tornado. She screamed for her knight, but he was asleep. Kim was sucked into a vase where she pounded on the walls to be let out, calling hopelessly for him to save her…

Kim woke with a start. She was breathing hard as she looked at her surroundings, calming down when she realized where she was. She wasn't in a watery vase, but her bedroom with her husband lying next to her. As Kim laid back down, she thought about the dream. For some reason it didn't feel like a dream, but more like a memory. Kim knew this to be impossible, though, because if it had happened she would remember it for sure.

Finding it almost impossible to sleep again, Kim finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep around four in the morning, hoping that no more monsters would haunt her dreams.


I want to thank my wonderful friend Chanelle Summer, again, for helping me with this chapter. I couldn't have done it without her. I hope that you enjoy it and brownie points to the people who know the episode where Kim's 'dream' comes from. Catch ya later.