A/N: In this story, Amy is the one who freed the Axeman, not Zoe. Hope you enjoy!

When Amy finally made her way shakily down the stairs, she was surprised to see Fiona sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a glass of bourbon. Even immobile, Fiona radiated class and grace, and Amy couldn't tear her eyes away. The Supreme took a long drag from her cigarette and placed her head in her hand. She seemed to be deep in thought, and it occurred to Amy that perhaps she looked a bit thinner. This filled her a fear that she didn't know how to explain.

As she watched, Fiona downed her drink and poured another, swirling the amber liquid around the glass. She'd never really considered it before, but Amy was hit with the sudden realisation that she'd never once seen Fiona eat anything. She'd seen her drink, certainly, but never had she seen any food pass the older woman's lips.

Amy took a step into the kitchen and Fiona swore when she saw her.

"What are you doing up? You should be in bed."

"I got hungry," Amy lied.

Fiona gestured to the refrigerator.

"Help yourself."

Amy made a show of looking through the icebox and settled on an apple. As she took a tentative bite, she was suddenly very aware of Fiona watching her. She raised her eyes, but Fiona had turned her attention to her drink once more. Sighing, Amy turned her apple over in her hand.

"Fiona?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you ever eat?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's just...I've known you for eight months, and I've never seen you eat anything. Not once. And you look like you've lost weight."

Fiona fought to keep her face blank.

"Now you're commenting on my figure?" she smirked.

"N-no, I just...I noticed. That's all."

Fiona gave her an unsettling smile and Amy took another bite of her apple. As she crunched it between her teeth, she shook her head. This woman was so hard to read. Amy imagined that she'd be great at poker.

"Would you like a drink?"

Amy nodded without thinking. Fiona poured her a drink and she gasped at the strength of it. It was perhaps the strongest drink she'd ever tasted, and yet she watched Fiona drink it without pause. This, she supposed, meant that she'd have to catch up.

"Fiona?"

"What?" Fiona sighed.

Amy paused. The alcohol had made her braver, giving her the strength she needed to speak, but she still wasn't sure how to approach the subject. The best option, she thought, was to be honest and straightforward.

"I-I had a dream. About you."

Fiona took another drink and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it and watched the younger witch carefully.

"What happened in this dream?"

"Which time?"

"Oh," Fiona smiled, "there's been more than one?"

Amy nodded.

"Do tell."

Amy was silent for a moment and Fiona waited, curious to hear what the younger girl had to say.

"In some of them, everything is bad. Pain, torture, all I want is to die. In others, it's the exact opposite."

"Meaning what?"

"We...well, you kissed me."

"Is that all?"

Fiona did little to hide her disappointment at the lack of stellar scenarios.

"N-no."

"Hm..."

Pretending to think, Fiona took her time to study the young witch. The nervous way she fidgeted with her hands, the way she couldn't quite meet her eyes, the way she stumbled over her words, all things that Fiona was responsible for. She knew Amy had implied that they'd had sex, but she wanted to make her say it. She wanted to hear it from that disgustingly pure mouth.

"What else?"

"I-um...well."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, just say it."

"We had...we had sex. Really good sex."

"I see. And what did you expect to accomplish by telling me this?"

Amy shook her head, barely able to look in Fiona's direction. She'd never felt so embarrassed, especially since she knew that Fiona wasn't gay. She wasn't too sure about herself anymore, though. She didn't seem to be attracted to any other woman. Just Fiona. Maybe that was her sexual preference: Fiona.

The woman in question stood and trailed her hand across Amy's shoulders. The young girl noticeably shivered and Fiona smirked.

"Maybe you should go to bed," Fiona whispered as seductively as she could.

Without another word, Fiona picked up her drink and walked to the stairs, never bothering to look back and when her bedroom door closed behind her, she smiled to herself. This was simply too much fun.

"When are you going to leave that girl alone?"

Amy sat in silence long after Fiona had gone, and when she finally pulled herself from the chair, she was surprised to find tears in her eyes. Had she been crying? If so, why? Yes, Fiona had caught her off-guard, but she did that so often that she should have been used to it by now. Sighing, she slowly made her way up the stairs, pausing outside the Supreme's door. She considered knocking, but dismissed it almost immediately. There was no need to add to her shame tonight. As it was, she lifted her fingers to touch the smooth wood and smiled. Somewhere on the other side of this door, Fiona existed. She was drawing breath in that room, and for now, that was enough.

She was well aware that she was dangerously close to an obsession with the older woman, but she couldn't stop it. Shaking her head slowly, Amy forced her feet to move and when she collapsed on her own bed, she soon fell into another restless sleep. Dreams of Fiona plagued her mind again, and each time she awoke shaking in the night, the Supreme's name was on the edge of her tongue.

Fiona swore and her glass slipped from her hand, shattering loudly in the silence.

"Who are you?"

"Not important. What is important is why I'm here."

"Okay, I'll bite. Why are you here?"

"That sweet little witch of yours set me free. I've been trapped in this house for over forty years and that girl was gracious enough to give me the freedom I've been waiting for."

Fiona frowned.

"Which witch?"

"The one you tried to kill."

Fiona stared, unwilling to give in.

"I didn't—"

She was interrupted with a laugh,

"Yes, you did. Not that I'm surprised. I expect nothing less from you."

Fiona laughed once.

"You don't even know me."

The man smiled. Fiona had to admit that he was very attractive.

"Yes, I do. I've watched you since you were eight years old, Fiona Goode."

She frowned at the man sitting on her bed and watched him suspiciously.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"I have many names. Most people just call me the Axeman."

He gestured for Fiona to sit and she shook her head.

"What do you mean you've been watching me since I was eight years old?"

As he started to elaborate, he smiled. He recalled fondly how he had been drawn to that headstrong little girl and how he had fallen in love with the formidable woman she had become. She had turned dark eyes to the floor and as his story ended, she frowned.

"That was you?" she whispered, "I knew I didn't do it."

"I wanted to protect you, but the older you became, the less you needed protection. There's nothing weak or vulnerable about you, Fiona. You're strong, powerful...beautiful."

"Don't assume to know anything about me."

"Can I assume that you'd like to kiss me?"

Almost against her will, Fiona crossed the room to stand in front of him. He had stood from his place and was looking down at her with an almost arrogant smile. Her lips were touching his, never really a kiss, and when she pulled back, she smirked, sitting down on the bed.

"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you? I would like to get some sleep. It's been a long day."

"You might be on that bed, but sleep is the last thing on your mind."

Fiona laughed softly, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh? And what is on my mind? Love? Romance? I don't give a damn about that."

The Axeman shook his head.

"No. Sex. Good, old-fashioned, great sex."

He leaned down and before Fiona could articulate a response, his lips were on hers, and she wrapped her arms around him. As they kissed, the light beside Fiona's bed burst, and she tipped her head back. He brought his lips to her throat and she gasped as he pushed her back onto the bed. His fingers reached for the zipper on her dress and as the fabric slid to the floor, Fiona found herself thinking that this was shaping up to be a very good night.

Her body was more beautiful than anything Amy had ever imagined. As Fiona stood in front of her, clad only in a black silk nightgown, Amy was forced to remind herself to breathe. Fiona beckoned her closer and when she brought her lips to the younger girl's, a soft sigh escaped her. Her tongue was quick to explore Fiona's mouth and as they fought for dominance, Amy could feel the Supreme's smirk. Her eyes flew open as she felt Fiona's hands close around her throat. Her fingers tightened and Amy tried desperately to pull air into her lungs.

"N-no," she gasped, "No, please. Fiona—don't. Fiona!"

Amy's eyes flew open as the scream tore from her throat. Her breathing was short and shallow, her body shaking wildly. Nan knocked on her door and when she entered, her brow was furrowed in confusion.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Bad dream."

"About Fiona?"

"Stay out of my mind, Nan."

"Don't have to," Nan said smugly, "You were screaming her name. She probably heard you herself."

"I was?"

"Yes, you were," came Cordelia's voice from the hallway, "I was just about to go wake her and find out what's going on."

"It was just a dream. It was nothing."

Cordelia didn't believe her, that much was obvious.

"I'll be right back. Stay here."

A loud, insistent knocking pulled Fiona from her sleep and she groaned. The Axeman was still sleeping next to her and as she pulled herself from his embrace, she frowned. Had she really just had sex with a ghost? Former ghost? Hell, she didn't even know what he was. She cracked open her door to find her daughter waiting for her and she sighed.

"What is it?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Delia, it's the middle of the night. What is so important?"

"Amy had a nightmare. About you. What did you do to her?"

Fiona rolled her eyes.

"You want to wake me every time a girl has a bad dream?"

"She woke up screaming your name. I heard her in my room. I don't know how you didn't."

Fiona knew exactly how, but she didn't feel the need to bring attention to the man in her bed. It was none of Cordelia's business why she hadn't heard.

"Rest assured, Cordelia, I didn't do anything to her. I've been in my room all night long. Ask the girl yourself."

"I did. But I needed to hear it from you."

"Let me talk to her."

Fiona stepped back and grabbed her silk robe from the floor. She glided down the hall to Amy's room and when the younger girl noticed her presence, she jumped. She'd never expected to see Fiona this way, so disheveled yet still so breathtaking. She'd always seen the Supreme as a divine being, a woman of ethereal beauty, much more superior than the rest of them.

"I'm told you've had a nightmare."

Amy nodded.

"And why were you screaming my name?"

"Well, you were in it. I needed help and you were the only one who could save me," Amy lied.

There was no way in hell she was going to tell Fiona the truth. It was bad enough that Nan probably knew already. Fiona nodded and smiled, reassuringly.

"Go back to sleep. Everything always looks better in the morning."

Cordelia was waiting for Fiona outside the door and as soon as she saw her moment, she took it.

"What did you really do to her?"

Fiona rolled her eyes, walking in the direction of her room.

"I told you, Cordelia. I was in my room all night."

"I don't believe you," Cordelia snapped, "Prove it."

They had reached Fiona's door and the older witch opened it. Seeing that the Axeman was still in her bed, Fiona gestured to her daughter.

"See for yourself. I was busy, if you must know."

Cordelia took in the sight of the man in her mother's room and sighed. Fiona had been telling the truth.

"Who is he?"

"None of your concern."

Ignoring her daughter's protests, Fiona closed the door in her face before climbing back into bed. Perhaps she could convince the Axeman that they needed to prepare for another round. It was, after all, still dark out, and she was in no way ready to sleep now.

A/N: Review, please?