A/N: Firstly, I'd like to apologise for lack of Freddy, but I'm trying to build up to things, so, bare with me.

Also, I apologise for the delay and quality of this chapter. I've had a lot of family issues going on right now and my health's been pretty poor to say the least. My phone's good but it's not that good lol.

Hopefully things should be back on track now.

Sean strolled through the place, kicking the debris out his way. This was the third night in a row he'd dreamed he was in the power plant, and jesus, it was a mess. Worse than usual. It was dark, it was cold and it was filled with rubble and glass shards.

He grumbled to himself as another breeze covered him, breaking his skin out in goose pimples. He blamed Sammy completely for this. He wouldn't be dreaming of this place if he hadn't mentioned it to him. Damn Sammy.

He stopped, deciding on if he should go left or right. If it was up to him, he'd go neither direction and just wake up, but that didn't seem to be happening any time soon. He sighed, heading left. He could almost imagine creepy horror-movie suited music playing, it was the perfect setting.

He kicked another piece of debris to the side, it's clattering sound echoed. Sean stopped once more, cocking his head to the side, listening. There was something else echoing. It sounded like footsteps. He spun around, catching a glimpse of a silhoutte of a person moving into the shadows. He made to step forward, stumbling over more rubble, he was about to hit the ground...

Sean's eyes snapped open. Fuck Sammy for mentioning things to him. He was starting to dream now.

He sat up bringing his knees to his chest, moving only to put on music. There was no point in getting out of bed, really. He didn't feel like being around people.

It wasn't long before he was disturbed.

"Sean, do you have anything that needs washing?" Her mother entered the room, a laundry basket in her arm. He shook his head.

"You've been up here for the better part of the last four days, don't you think you should come down stairs? It might do you some good." Another shake of his head.

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder. And I wish you could still give me a hard time. And I wish I could still wish it was over. But, even if wishing is a waste of time, even if I never cross your mind. I'll leave the door on the latch, if you ever come back, if you ever come back. here'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat, if you ever come back. There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on and it will be just like you were never gone. There'll be a light in the hall and a key under the mat, if you ever come back, if you ever come back now.

She sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. "Sean, why are you sitting up here torturing yourself? Give him a call."

"He won't answer his phone or texts." Sean muttered.

"Then why don't you go see him? See if he'll talk face to face. It's easier to ignore a phone than a person."

"What's the point? We'll just argue again, then one of us will storm out, most likely Jason, and then it's back to square one."

"Then don't let it come to an argument."

He looked up at her, giving a snort. "Mam, no offence, but you're not helping. An arguments inevitable with him."

She stood once more. "If you say so, Sean." She exited the room, shaking her head as she come down stairs.

"I'm guessing Sean's not feeling any better." Sammy said from the sidelines.

"No. I'm getting worried." She moved into the kitchen.

Sammy watched as she left before piecing a plan together. If Sean wasn't willing to do anything, maybe he could try.

The door was opened once more. Sean turned as Logan sat himself in the same spot his mother had sat earlier.

"How did you get in here?"

"Your mother let me in. She told me to tell you that her and the rest of your family are going out." Logan examined his finger nails.

"Okay." Sean sat up more. "The better question, why are you here?"

"I came because, I've been thinking." Logan turned to face Sean. "I was possibly a little bit hasty the other night. You'd just broken up with...him." A sneer crossed his face. "So of course, he was still on your mind. I forgive you, Sean. And I think we should give things another go."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Well, thanks. But, I don't want to give things another go with you. I'm not interested."
"That's not the idea I got when you came to me. Twice. In one night."

"Blame the alcohol." Sean replied, moving off the bed. Logan was far too close for comfort.

Logan stood also. "You weren't that drunk, Sean."

"No, but I was upset and emotions and alcohol don't mix well. I did something stupid and believe me, I regret every single second of it."

Logan raised his eyebrows. "You and I both know that's a lie. You're waiting on him. And he's not coming back Sean, so move on."

Sean gritted his teeth, leaving the room and heading downstairs. Logan followed once more. "You can walk away all you want, Sean. You know it's true. So stop playing around, we could be good this time."

"Fuck off." Sean turned, glaring.

"We could make it work this time."

"What part of fuck off don't you understand?"
"The off part. I like the fuck part though." Logan drawled suggestivly, grabbing onto Sean's hand. Sean pulled his hand free, about to retort.

"Trouble in paradise, boys?"

The two men swung round to face the kitchen door. Jason stood in the doorway, his hands in his jean pockets, a half-smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Both Sean and Logan asked at the same time.

"Sammy asked me to come and talk to you, Sean. This a bad time?"

"Yes." Logan snapped, stepping forward. "You're not welcome here, anymore."

"Then I'll go." Jason turned, as though to leave.

"Jason, wait." Sean grabbed onto his arm, as Logan pushed his back.

"Don't ever fuckin' touch me again, or I'll kick you from one end of Ohio to the other." Jason growled, turning to face them once more.

"Sean isn't afraid of you." Logan scoffed, folding his arms.

"It's not Sean I was talking to."

Logan stood for a moment before side-stepping behind Sean.

"So is it sound if I talk to you without your little Johnny Weir look-a-like chihuahua speaking for you?" Jason asked, looking at Sean.

"I'd rather be like a chihuahua than a pit bull." Logan muttered

"If you're calling me a pit bull, pal, I'd piss right off before you get mauled." Jason shot back.

"Yeah, Logan was just leaving anyway." Sean spoke up.

"Was I?" Logan retorted.

"Yes." Sean turned to face him. "I told you all that's needed to be said. I regret every second and if I could take it all back, I would. That's all I have to say on the subject, so you can go now."

Logan shot Jason a death-glare, before sticking out his chin and marching to the front door. "You'll be back, Sean."

"Yeah, I somehow don't see it."

Logan flung open the door and strutted out onto the street. Sean closed the front door behind him, before turning to face Jason again. "You know nothings going on between me and him, right?"

Jason nodded.

"Right. Good. Not that I'm unhappy about it, but, why are you here, really? I thought you were with Cheryl now."

"Like I said, Sammy convinced me to come and talk to you. I'm not with Cheryl, where'd you get that idea?"

Sean shrugged. "She told me about the other night, there. She wanted to know if our friendship had been effected."

"Oh." Jason looked down, a little uncomfortable. "Well, momentary lapse of judgment. There's nothing going on between me and Cheryl. We both considered it a one-off. Plus, we both know what we're like in a relationship together. It's not a pretty sight."

"At least you waited until we were ended, I suppose. Even if it had only been a couple of hours." Sean shrugged once more. "Eh, if you're really intent on talking, do you wanna move it to the livingroom or something? I kind of feel stupid standing here."

Jason nodded. "Your call, bruv."

Sean nodded, leading him upstairs, where Sammy or his mother or anyone else couldn't interrupt them. His stomach lurched. Since when had Jason called him 'bruv'? He closed the door behind them, sitting on the bed. Jason remained standing.

"Right, well, what is it you want to talk about?" Sean asked.

"Eh..." Jason looked up at him. "Right, see. I'm still pretty pissed at you, but I didn't make the smartest of choices either, right? And I don't exactly want you out of my life, yagetme? So, I was going to see, if you wanted to..Yano get back together and try again. Unless, you yano, you'd rather go with Johnny Weir cunt out there or someone else or ..Whatever. Just a suggestion."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "You're asking me to get back together, with you? You?"

Jason shrugged. "Look, if you don't want to, just say so and I'll head-"

"No. I do, I just didn't think you'd be the one to ask. I thought I'd have to ..Well convince you to give it another go, really."

"Aye, well...I don't have an answer for that, actually." Jason sat next to him. "I have a condition though."
"What's that?" Sean asked, turning to face him again, moving a little closer.

"You talk to me, before going off with daft idea's in your head."

"I will." Sean leaned in.

Jason leaned back. "And, you cheat on me again, I'll kick your into next year."

"It won't happen again, I can garuntee that. I don't want to have another day like that past few days have been." Sean shook his head along with his sentence. "I've missed you, Jase."
"I missed you too, man. Sammy told me what you've been up to though, so I feel it's my duty to tell you something."

"What?" Sean asked, confused. He hadn't been up to anything.

"Put that bloody hoodie in the washing!" He gestured to it. " He said you've refused to take it off for the past three or four days."

Sean's face fell. "I'll kill him. Infact, I have an idea. We should act like we're still arguing. And you know, get 'pissed' at Sammy for interfering."
"Okay...Why?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"..For interfering in the first place."

"..That's evil."

"I guess that's a no, then?" Sean asked.

"Aw, naw. I'll do it. I'm just saying it's evil." Jason replied. The two got up and went into the hall, Jason made his way down the stairs first.

"Well, why don't you just piss the fuck off, then?" Sean raised his voice, trying to sound annoyed.

"What do you reckon I'm doing, twat?" Jason rebuked, looking over his shoulder.

Sammy was at the kitchen door, watching the scene. Well his plan was fucked.

"Good. Don't come back, either."

"No worries, mate." Jason had reached the front door.

"Thanks for that, Sammy. Made my day." Sean stood before his brother.

"Sorry!" Sammy held up his hands. "I didn't know you'd argue more!"

"No, I mean really, thanks. And also, got you."

Sammy's jaw dropped. "What?"

"We're actually cool, now." Jason leaned against the wall. "It was Sean's idea to prank you."

"You pair of bastards!" Sammy glared, before laughing. "So, you two are fine now?"

"Yes." Sean walked over to Jason. "I'm back with this twat." He lifted Jason in a fire-mans lift. Jason looked as caught off guard as he felt. "Woah, woah! Okay, two things. Firstly, how the fuck did you manage that? Secondly, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN."

"..Sean, how did you actually manage that? The guys almost as tall as you!" Sammy questioned.

"He's lighter than he looks." Sean replied, returning Jason to the floor.

"Don't EVER do that again! Fuckin' hell, man!"

"Did you think I'd drop you?" Sean chuckled.

"Aye! And the fact I about had a heart-attack! You nut-case! And oy, you calling me fat, Sammy? You looked well surpised."
"No." Sammy shook his head. "You just look..Well, solid...But you two are really back together?" The two siblings both looked at Jason.

"Aye."

Sean leaned in once more, glad to find Jason meeting him halfway.

Sammy screwed up his face, turning away from the kiss. "Ew. Get a room!"

Sean gave a small laugh as Jason pulled away. "Really, Sammy? Because the room would be the one upstairs and the walls are paper-thin, so -"

"EWW!" A traumatised Sammy disappeared into his room sharpish, shaking his head to rid himself of mental images.

"You're pure evil to your brother, you know that?" Jason said, raised an eyebrow.

"So? You're the same." Sean replied.

"Eh, Sean, I don't have a brother?"

"...Right. But you're still evil."

Jason shook his head, stifiling a yawn.

"You tired?"

"Aye man, ain't been sleeping properly lately -"

"Are you having dreams too?" Sean cut across.

"Dreams? What?"

"Ah..Nothing. Sammy just mentioned something and I've been having these dreams." He moved through to the livingroom and sat down.

"Dreams about what?" Jason asked, following him through.

"Well, I'm in the boiler room. But there's no one there, and it's ..Well I imagine it's how it looks now, after you got fire-happy." Sean shrugged. "It's just..Sammy over-heard someone from school telling her friends about her dreams, thought he was back, but no ones been injured or anything, so, I wouldn't worry about it."

Jason gave him a funny look. "Eh, okay." He sat next to Sean, leaning on him. Sean wrapped an arm around his shoulders, playing with the stud in Jason's ear lobe.

"When did you get your ear pierced anyway? You didn't have in when I first met you, did you?"

"Eh, my maw got it pierced when I was about two, took it out when I was six. Re-pierced at ten. Back out at twelve. Put it back in at sixteen, took it out just before I turned eighteen, then started wearing it again at nineteen. Had my eyebrow pierced four times as well."

Sean frowned slightly. "Why four times?"

"Because I kept getting it ripped out in fights. The last one..Actually I'm not sure how it came out, but it happened in the power plant. I kept meaning to get it re-pierced, never got round to it though."

"That would explain the scars." Sean traced a finger over the small scars on his eyebrow with his free hand. "Does it hurt?"

Jason shook his head. "Nah, it's just a little uncomfortable when they clamp your eyebrow. The needle going through isn't so bad."

Sean shuddered at the thought. "Eugh. Needles. You're a brave one."

"I'm guessing that means you'd never get a piercing?"

Sean shook his head.

"What if my life depended on it?"

"Jason, why would your life depend on me getting a piercing?"

"Theoretically speaking, Sean. There isn't a logical explanation as to why you getting a piercing would affect my life."

Sean snorted. "Check you being smart."

"Don't sound so surpised, I do have my moments. I'm only a dumb fuck 99 percent of the time."

Sean placed a hand under Jason's chin, tilting his face up. "You're not a dumb fuck." He leaned down, placing a kiss on Jason's lips. Jason sat up more as it deepend, breaking it momentarily to turn into a more comfortable position, before deciding to move yet again, straddling Sean's left leg. Sean placed a hand at the small of Jason's back, pulling him as close as possible, his hand slipping further down his back until it was under the wasitline of his jeans.

"You know, this is usually the time when someone would walk in." Jason pulled away. "So I'm going to save awkwardness and move. Also, I need to go anyway." He moved off of Sean, standing up.

"Go where?"

"Go see Callie. I was supposed to be there about an... hour ago. Ops. " Jason shrugged. "Ah well, I'll just blame you."

"What?" Sean got to his feet. "How is it my fault?"

"It's not, but she won't kill you."

"Well, why doesn't Cheryl just drop Callie off here?"

"Eh, because I'm not taking her this weekend, Cheryl's aunt is, so you know. " He shrugged. "Come with if you're that bothered."

"I'm not bothered." Sean shrugged, averting his gaze.

"Okay, then I'll catch you later."

"Wait, I'll still go with you, if you want, I mean." Sean shrugged once more, going through to Sammy's room to tell him he was going out, then headed out the door with Jason.

"So, you apparently know what I've done the past few days, what have you been up to?" Sean asked as they walked down the street.

"Nothing exciting. Mostly I've been around, helping with Callie and all."

"No going out drinking? Or ..Whatever the hell else you do?" Sean raised an eyebrow.

"Nope. Couldn't really be bothered."

Sean opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when he tripped, falling onto his backside. Jason turned at the noise, bursting into laughter.

"Oh, yeah, don't bother helping, you just laugh." Sean muttered.

"Sorry." Jason pulled Sean to his feet, another wave of laughter errupting. "Nah but..You just.." The laughter took over the rest of the sentence. He held onto a lamp post for support, wiping at his eyes. "Aw, fuck. My sides."

"I hate you." Sean huffed.

Freddy was pleased. He was re-gaining his powers, he could feel it returning. He was now able to change his boiler room back to original status, just how he liked it. Also, he'd managed to injury that lazy bitch Hayley. Who slept at this time of the day? Not that he was complaining, it meant he didn't have to wait until night fall for some fun. It also meant that now, she would freak out and tell more people about him, causing fear. He'd soon regain all his strenght. He smirked at the thought. The children would fear him once more, his blades would once more be coated in their sweet, sticky blood. The anticipation was driving him crazy. His blood-lust was insatiable. He'd been stuck in Hell for almost two years, when he'd come back, he'd been stripped of his power, the souls of previous children had somehow escaped his grasp, meaning he'd have to build it up once more. No-matter, that was all part of the fun. And to make matters more interesting, Katherine was back in Springwood. He'd entered her dreams a few times, making sure his presence was unknown. He chuckled darkly. Just because he wasn't making himself known, didn't mean he couldn't have some fun, though. He'd managed to make her dreams into nightmares, play on her fears and insecurities. He planned to delve deeper into those, to bring the true horrors of her mind to life, all in due time.