Author's note: Thanks again for the reviews and keeping this fic alive!
Warning:
I couldn't help the opening, I just couldn't
Disclaimer:
This fic takes place during "Dream Warriors". Do I LOOK like I'm old enough to have been part of the production process (Is in the 18-25 age range).

Dangerous Kind

"Thoughts of death

Crowd over my happiness

Like dark clouds

Over the silver sickle of the moon"

-Sterling Allen Brown, Poems to Read

The sounds of traffic slowly pulled Nancy out of her slumber, but like most people, she had a hard time leaving that wonderful place between sleeping and waking. Her pillow seemed softer, the blankets warmer, the arms around her were so comforting and-

-Wait a minute… Arms around her?

Nancy's eyes snapped open and she found herself face to face with Freddy Krueger, who wore the grin of the cat that had just eaten the canary. She stared speechless at him as his green eyes sparkled with amusement. "Morning, Honey." He teased moving his face closer to hers, laughing as he did.

The young woman screamed and rolled out of his arms, falling off the bed in the process. Freddy only laughed harder. After a moment things got quiet and he peeked over the edge of the bed and with a serious face asked, "Why do you smell like waffles?"

"Oh! You- shut the Hell up!" She blabbered, rubbing her head and sitting up.

"You're late for school." Freddy announced pointing to the clock with a smug look.

Nancy matched him smirk for smirk, "It's Sunday," She said, "I don't have work or school today."

Freddy smiled, "Yeah, but you did have plans to go to lunch with somebody…" Nancy froze, "Right?"

"Oh, God!" Nancy looked at the clock. It was eleven thirty-two; she never slept in this late. She'd indeed made plans to have lunch with Neil today at the Thai-food place, but she'd already missed the bus, and it would take an hour to walk there, especially on an empty stomach which she would have to so she wouldn't spoil her appetite.

Freddy clicked his claws against the wall as Nancy rushed around her apartment grabbing things like her shoes, clothes, jewelry, her purse, and even a little bit of make-up. He stayed quite; taking advantage of the fact that Nancy was in too much of a hurry to notice he was watching her get dressed. Normally she made a fine clear point that if she ever caught him peeping; she'd make sure that when she sent him back to Hell, he'd stay there just to feel safe. This threat only amused him, to tell the truth, but he never looked anyway. Until now he never really wanted to.

Nancy left her apartment in a record time, walking as fast as she could, having decided that high-heels were too much of a hassle for her constrained time, she found herself wearing an outfit that was a lot more casual than she would have liked if she'd had more time, she hoped Neil wouldn't be too upset with her coming in wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

Of course, she remembered, this wasn't actually a date. They'd decided shortly after Freddy had first tried to possess her, that it would be better to leave anything that wasn't work related out of their lives until they could get rid of him. Really, she was just meeting Neil for lunch to see how the kids were since she would not be working on Sundays.

"Meow."

Nancy almost tripped over the cat that walked into her path. The cat had shaggy pale reddish fur, which was singed in places, possibly from a fire, and green eyes. It purred and rubbed her legs. Nancy reached down and patted its head. "Hey kitty. Sorry I can't play right now, bye." She kept walking and noticed the cat was following her.

Several blocks later she bumped into another woman and asked if the cat was still following her. The woman shook her head and said she didn't see one, but when Nancy turned around she saw it padding up behind her. That was when Nancy reassessed its physical traits.

"Krueger?" She mouthed.

The cat pulled back his lips and smiled. Then rubbed her legs again, "I thought you'd find me less annoying this way." He purred.

"A stalker cat which no one can see but me." Nancy mused, "Actually, somehow that makes you more annoying." She said.

"How so?" The Freddy-cat inquired.

"I hate cats."

Freddy flicked his tail, then stood up on his hind-quarters and grew to the size of a man returning to his usual burned form as he did, "Better?" he asked.

She was almost at the restaurant and really did not want to put up with this bull-shit. "Just get lost will you!" She snapped, opening the door and looking around for Neil.

He stood up and waved her over. The smell of the Thai-food made Nancy's stomach grumble; she'd skipped breakfast, but still Thai wasn't exactly anything she wanted first thing off the bat. She sat down across from Neil, exchanging hellos, and looking over the menu.

"They didn't see him last night." Neil said.

"Hmmm?"

"The kids." He clarified, "I talked to them this morning, and they told me he didn't appear in their dreams last night."

Nancy looked up from her menu to Neil, about to inquire why this might have been, except that the man behind him suddenly turned around and winked at her. She stared, Neil turned around to see what the problem was. "He's here." She told him.

"Freddy?" Neil asked, Nancy nodded before he continued. "Can you ask him why he wasn't torturing the kids last night?" He almost joked.

"I know exactly why." She answered staring Freddy in the face as the dead man stood up, "He's fucking with us."

"Oh no, dear Nancy," Freddy smirked as he moved to sit next to her. "I only intend on fucking with you." He laughed. Nancy shook her head with disgust, not even realizing the hidden motive behind his words; he licked his lips at how clueless she was.

Nancy didn't notice; she was focused on ordering as the waiter arrived. She also took note of Neil and the doubtful look in his eye. "What?" She asked, Neil looked at the table and muttered about it being nothing, "You don't believe me?"

"No-it's not that!" Her coworker replied, "I mean, this whole Freddy business…It's kind of hard to believe just as a whole."

Freddy was behind Neil again, suddenly, claws poised just over his neck, "Hey, if it'll make you feel better," he offered, "I could slit the non-believer's throat."

"No! Just shut up and leave him alone!" She snapped.

Neil looked confused and hurt, the guy and the next booth asked what the problem was, Nancy took a moment to explain to him that it was nothing, and then to Neil that Freddy was threatening him. The psychiatrist nodded, but his eyes remained skeptical.

Nancy's blood began to boil. "You really just don't believe me do you? Well guess what Mister, it's not like you have any room to talk, what with that mysterious nun you've been seeing!" She hissed.

Freddy had moved back to sitting next to her, slowly scrapping his claws together, but at the mention of a nun, he froze. Neil looked offended that Nancy would bring this up. "She's real." He said. "And trying to help us."

"Is that so?" Nancy argued, "Then why hasn't anyone else talked to her? Or even seen her?"

"What nun?" Freddy asked, "Who's he talking about?"

"She isn't always around, that doesn't mean she doesn't exist." Neil tried to explain, "I'll introduce you sometime."

"Really? When? When she turns out to be some perverted cross dresser trying to get close to a bunch of unhappy kids?"

"Nancy, there's noreason to be so defensive."

"Ask him what her name is!" Freddy demanded suddenly, "What is her name? Is it Sister Mary Helena?"

Nancy turned to him with a confused look, but relayed his question. Neil seemed surprised, and slowly answered, yes, in fact she was Mary Helena. "Why do you ask, do you know her?" He paused a moment, "Does he?"

Nancy looked to Freddy, "How did you know that?" She asked.

He didn't reply, he was trying to light a cigarette; his eyes darted around nervously as he muttered to himself. Nancy could only catch one sentence before he began to vanish, retreating fully into dreams "….Stupid Bitch, can't mind her own fucking business…"

She stared at the place he had sat for a moment. Freddy's reaction hadn't been expected, and was rather startling.

"Nancy?"

"He's gone." She said calmly. Without Freddy her temper had started to settle, and she found herself feeling embarrassed about her earlier outburst at Neil, which had stemmed from the dead man's obvious distaste for him. "He didn't say anything, but I think he knows her."

"Well, then that must mean…" Neil contemplated, "She can help. Listen, when I met her she said something about an unquiet spirit needing to be put to rest."

"Okay, well what does that mean?" Nancy asked.

"Well, unquiet spirit, I guess we can assume that Freddy's pretty unquiet, right?" Nancy smiled slightly at his attempt to lighten the mood. "And to lay someone to rest, that means to give them a proper burial. You said yourself that your parents hid the body. I suppose that means he doesn't have a proper grave anywhere."

The young woman's face began to brighten, "Of course! So all we need to do is bury him then?"

"I suppose so." Neil replied, "But in case it isn't, I want to ask Sister Mary Helena a few more questions first."

The food arrived. But despite having skipped breakfast, and been starving on the way over, Nancy found herself no longer hungry. She began to realize that if this burial thing was really going to work, that it meant Freddy would soon be gone. Her heart pounded, but it was from excitement, no, fear made it race. What would happen after that? Would Freddy simply disappear out of existence, would she go back to a normal life? Suddenly, for reasons she couldn't comprehend, a normal life didn't sound like such a great thing.

"Neil?" She didn't know what to say after he looked up, "I'm sorry; I'm going to have to make this up to you some other time, I….I need to go."

She asked for a box which the waiter provided, and ignored Neil's protest as she packed up and apologized again before finally leaving. On her way back to her apartment Nancy almost missed the company of the Freddy-cat.

Author's End note: That whole first part of this chapter was too much fun. Worried about the burial meaning this fic will end soon? Oh, please. When is anything EVER that easy?