After we came back from the hardware store both Edward disappeared in to his work shop. I let him know it was eleven when I went to bed. Then I drifted in to sleep, a very bad fitful sleep.

I seemingly awoke on the lawn of that campus. Everything seemed dulled in color. There was a small quarrel ahead of me, a man in green ageist three bulky men. Eddie and those jerks from collage, he was standing over me, protecting me. There was a shot of a gun, and a cry of pain, Edward. I blocked out cold laughter as I scrambled to my feet only to fall to them as I came to his body. He was dead when I reached him; he was killed because of me. His vibrant green eyes, open, that held no light in them. What was a shockingly bright green was now a deep, dark sickening green. His white shirt, blood stained, lips parted. I lifted the body in to my lap and cried into the crook of the life-less form's neck. After a large amount of tear fall, I pulled my head out as soon as all the heat from the body was gone. I put my fingers on the wound in his chest that killed him. Some of the blood stuck to my fingers, that is when my anguish escaped my lips. "Why? Why, Edward? He was only trying to help!" I screamed angrily to the sky. "Why you Eddie," I whispered in to the ears that could no-longer listen. "Why did it have to be you?" I put my face into the crook of his neck again, smelling his hair one more time. I looked at his face, his innocent, scared, face. I pulled off his glasses and brushed the hair out of the face. Then I kissed the cold lips. I didn't feel the smile or smirk that played on his lips whenever I kissed him, rather he kissed me. I released my lips from his; the blood that was on my fingers was now on his face. The red blood was bright against the white skin. Anguish erupted in my throat and chest again. I sobbed as I cried out. "Those bastereds will pay with their God-damned lives! Edward, I…I swear I'll get them. Please come back to me. Please…Please."

Then I felt something pulling me back, away from Eddie. I fought it, hard. But it was so warm and inviting. I was reluctant let go. I was welcomed by a more restful sleep.


I woke against something warm and breathing. I felt a weight on my shoulders, as I found my hands were clutching fabric. I slowly opened my slowly to find a very much alive Edward staring at me. I push out a little bit. "What the heck? Edward why are you in my bed?" I asked warily, sitting up.

"You're grateful. You were screaming and crying in your sleep last night. I was worried, so was Jonathan but he left once you calmed down." Edward said sincerely, as he sat up.

"I'm sorry I just didn't expect a man in my bed. What this is two times you've need to hold while I slept?"

"Yes, but you know it was fear toxin. I was only helping." He said as if he was accused.

"I know Eddie, thank you."

"What happened to me? In your dream I mean." I looked away from his 'truth serum look.' He place his hand on my cheek and pulled my face towards him. "Please, what cause you to be sobbing in your sleep, let alone the screaming like you were?"

"Eddie, it's…its fine, trust me." I said pulling his hand of my cheek to hold it.

"Nope, I don't believe you, Alex. You screamed, 'Why? Why Edward? He was only trying to help. Why you Eddie?' Then you said, 'Those bastereds will pay with their God-damned lives. Edward I swear I'll get them.' Then you beg for me to come back to you. Please what happened?"

I could never hide very much from him. And what I did get away with were presents. "Edward those jocks tht you saved me from killed you." I said this in a very small voice.

"Okay, but why would they be in your nightmare? I mean I scare them off didn't I?"

"Well, until you left. Then th…they came back." I was fighting hard not to cry.

"Alex, d…di…di they…Rape you?" Edward's voice was soft. I could see tears brimming in his eyes. That pushed me over the limit, I nodded as hot, fresh, tears rolled down my cheeks. "When," Edward grabbed my shoulders and tried to look at me in my eyes. "When, Alex, tell me. Please I need to know."

"You don't need to know everything, Edward!" I snapped at him, I was still really sensitive on the subject. Then I looked at his expression on his face. He cared, I shouldn't of snapped at him.

"It's not like I asked for details! I'm only trying help! I'm worried! I just found out the only person I've ever cared about was raped!" He was breathing hard, and then I lunged in to his arms. "Alex," Edward started in a low voice.

"Shh, you're right Eddie. I'm sorry." I felt his arms come around me. "It happened my junior year. The backed me in to a corner and carried me to their dorm."

"Alex, you don't have to." I cut him off. He deserved to know; after all he welcomed me back with open arms.

"No, I do. I had no right to snap at you. You only want to help. And," it was my turn to be cut off.

"You were raped, that's all I need to know okay?" He lifted my chin to meet his eyes. I nodded as he squeezed me. "But if you ever, and I mean ever want to talk about it. Please don't afraid to talk to me alright?" I nodded as I squeezed him tighter before I let go.

"Don't tell Jon, kay?" I said getting out of bed.

"Sure thing, dear. Are you going to be okay?" Edward asked getting up and standing in front of me.

"Yeah, thank you, Eddie." I gave him a brief hug before I open my dresser. I pulled out a shirt, but Edward was still there. "You can go now."

"Nah, I'm good," I rat-tailed him with my shirt.

"Eddie, get out, there is no way I'm letting you watching dress." He gave me a puppy pout, which was the cutest thing ever.

"Please," he was a persistent ass wasn't he?

"No, now get out if you want food." I told him firmly. Edward slumped he shoulder and trudged out of the room. I got dressed in sweats and a tee-shirt, I didn't plan on going anywhere today. I came out to see Jon with a somewhat caring expression. I could tell by the look he knew. Edward was dead, after I broke down from what seemed to be betrayal. "You told him? You jerk! I thought you promised me! You narcissistic, obsessive compulsive jack-ass, why?" I ran up to Edward, I was on my tippy-toes to reach his face.

"Alex, Jon heard me when I yelled at you. I would have never told, unless you told me to." Edward looked hurt…again. I felt really, really bad. Jonathan just looked shocked at my outburst.

"Oh…I'm so sorry. God, I guess I'm just sensitive. I didn't mean to snap at you. Or call you what I did. You know I don't really think that right?"

"Well, at least we know you have vigor. I know, dear, but, I am a narcissistic and obsessive compulsive. You okay now?" I nodded, "Okay enough to make us food?" I smiled at him. Of course that wasthe next thing from his mouth, I was just surprise it wasn't Jonathan.

The rest of the week was cooking, teasing Jon, and spending a lot of time by myself. Those men spent so much time in their workshops. So much time, I forgot to feed them sometimes. Calm down they didn't die. Everything was quite until Saturday night. "Alex, go get your dress on." A command came from Edward bedroom.

"Why," I asked simply as Edward emerged in a pressed green suit.

"Because, Alex, we have successfully stayed underground for a week. We have a new roommate, and someone helped us escaped. I say those are good grounds for celebrations don't you?"

"Aren't you worried we'll get caught?"

"No, we have a place." Edward said pushing me to my room.

"What place," I asked as I was pushed across the threshold of my room.

"Ah, let your Master of fear and your Prince of puzzles worry about that. Now change." Before I could protest the door was slammed in my face. I walked to the small closet in my room and pulled out my lime green cocktail dress. The dress was strapless and had ruffles at the bottom. I pulled my hair on one side to make a ponytail. I put on some light make-up, and finally I put on my one inch green sandals.

I walked out to see two men. One was in a pressed green suit, green bowler hat, purple glasses, and a gold cane. The cane bared a gold question mark on the top. The other in a simple black suit, with a sweater vest underneath. "So, where we goin'?"

"A little place called 'The Ice-burg lounge'. You see Mr. Cobblepot will keep us on the down-low."

"Cool," I said climbing into the back of the car. When we pulled up, Riddler knocked on the door with his cane.

"Password," questioned a gruff voice.

"Rock-hopper," Edward said calmly as the door was pulled open. We were lead in side to a booth. The men sat on one side I sat on the other. A young blond waitress came up to us,

"What can I get you to drink?"

"Scotch," Jonathan said with little interest.

"Long-island ice-tea, please," Edward said with pep.

"Coke, please," I said, the waitress was about to leave when Edward grabbed her arm.

"Don't you want alcohol, Alex? I mean we're celebrating!"

"Edward, someone has to drive your sorry, drunk asses home. So just a coke."

"Fine," Edward started to pout. I was about to tease him when a stout, portly man walked up to our table.

"Ah, good evening Mr. Nigma, Dr. Crane. And who might this young lady be?"

"Oswald, this is Alex. She helped us out of double A."

"Did she now?" His voice held an English accent mixing with a little bit of Irish. "Well, I want you boys and lass know your meal is on the house."

"Thanks, Oswald, I appreciate it." Edward said putting his hand on the stout man's shoulder. The waitress came back with our drinks.

"You ready to order?"

"Yeah, I'll have the rosemary chicken." Jonthan said folding his menu.

"I'll have the 12oz. rib-eye," Edward said putting down his menu as the waitress squribled it down.

"I'll have the same," I said handing my menu to Jonathan for him to put up. The waitress left as Edward got up from his seat. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm asking you to dance." Edward commented putting out his hand.

"Edward, I don't know," I said looking at the sparse dance floor.

"Come on, please. I promise you'll have fun." I put my hand in his as he pulled me out of the booth. He led me to the dance floor quietly. He put us in the waltz position as he drifted us back and forth. I was nervous at first then I relaxed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he kept his arms around my mid-back. I moved closer as I put my head on his chest. I was being lulled in to deep relaxation by his heartbeat. Edward rubbed circles into my back. "See what did I tell you?" Edward purred softly.

"Shut up," I teased

"Make me," Edward purred pulling my chin to meet his eyes.

"I plan to," yes this was a strange way of flirting.

"Oh, how do yo," Edward didn't finish his sentence when I kissed him. Yes for once I kissed him. When I pulled away you should of seen the look on his face. He was speechless; imagine a guy who gives clues for his crime was speechless. Then a small smile spread across his face. He kissed my forehead as he walked me to the table. Our food had come and Jonathan had already downed about three shots scotch.

"Hey you guys have fun?" Jonathan's face was turning a light pink color but he sounded fine.

"Edward, how bad does do you guys get when you are drunk?" I wanted to know what I was in for.

"Not bad, but when he's wasted? His anti-social barriers go down and he gets all buddy-buddy. It's fighting really. As for me, I don't know. Jon am I bad when I'm drunk?"

"You, Edward, you become me. An anti-social person who sulks," Jonathan lifted his glass.

After a very well prepared meal, I had to drive a hyper Jonathan and an anti-social Edward. It was weird how well those polar opposites got along. Both men past out in the back seat of the car. I debated leaving them in the car overnight. So I did.


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