Next one. Danny has a nightmare in this one and only Sam and Tucker were with him at the drug test along with Dave, so you know. Review please!!

Jazz was tired and sleepy. She still wondered why Danny had to take a drug test in the first place. She then, heard footsteps coming from the stairs and the halls. She wanted to know if it was a ghost or something. She looked around and then saw someone come. Jazz turned on the light as she saw it was Danny. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Danny, what are you doing up?" asked Jazz.

"Uh, Jazz? I must've been sleepwalking again," yawned Danny.

"Sleepwalking, but you never did..." cocked Jazz.

"I only do it when I have a nightmare," explained Danny, "and I've been having this problem for a couple of years."

"You had a nightmare? You wanna talk about it?" asked Jazz.

"I don't know," moped Danny, as he sat on the couch.

"As a therapist, I know that talking about your nightmares always helps you," said Jazz.

"I tried that Jazz," said Danny.

"I didn't say make it go away, just help you," told Jazz as Danny rolled his eyes.

"Fine, since you're stubborn," said Danny, "I was hurting Dave."

"You were always afraid of hurting the ones you loved," smiled Jazz.

"Yeah, but this one wasn't just a dream," admitted Danny.

"What do you mean?" asked Jazz.

"You'd hate me if I told you," said Danny.

"No I won't, I promise," smiled Jazz, putting a hand on Danny's back.

"It was a flashback," wept Danny, "there, I said it."

"It was mentally?" asked Jazz.

"Nope, physical, during that time I was drunk," said Danny.

"Wait a minute, you were an alcoholic? That explains the drug test," shocked Jazz.

"Yep, and I never wanna go back," wept Danny.

"What did you do in your dream?" asked Jazz.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Flashback three years ago OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dave was looking up where his parents were. You can see some bruises on his arms and legs. He also has red eyes, like he's been crying for a while. You hear the door slammed open, and you see Mike with narrowed green eyes.

"I know you stole my car!" shouted Mike.

"Uh Mike, your car is like, in the front yard and I've got my own car," muttered Dave.

"Don't even play with me David!" shouted Mike, he was obviously drunk.

"Did you drank again?" asked Dave in fear.

"You stole my car!" narrowed Mike as he took out a butcher's knife and try to hit Dave with it.

"Oh my gosh!" panicked Dave as he grabbed Mike's wrist and the knife hit his arm, "ugh!"

Mike then dropped the butcher's knife and fainted on the bed. Dave took a towel, trying to stop the bleeding. Mike woke up.

"What the heck? I must've went out on my way, I feel tired," muttered Mike.

"Mike, you're scaring me," said Dave.

"Look I...oh my gosh, how'd you get that cut?" asked Mike.

"You wacked me with a butcher knife! You know! I liked you better when you were helping me! now you're killing me!! literally!" shouted Dave, running from Mike.

"Dave! stop lying things about me just because I like drinking with my friends!!" shouted Mike.

"I'M NOT LYING AND WHO ARE YOU!!!" screamed Dave, "YOU SURE DON'T ACT LIKE THE MIKE I LIKED!!"

"I am the same Mike!" shouted Mike.

"No you're not! the same Mike wouldn't cut me with a butcher knife!!" shouted Dave.

"Dave!" called Mike.

"Go away you son of a bitch!!" shouted Dave.