So, this chapter is fillerish, but it needs to be here. Next time it is Freddy's turn to have "serious talk" with Urban to straighten things out a bit.

(I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street)

Urban waked up in a stereotypical way: she bolted up gasping for air.

"What the fuck?!" she shouted. Then she remembered she wasn't alone, just a moment too late.

There was a knock on the door. "Urban? You okay?" Sean asked from the other side.

"Damn..." Urban mumbled and cleared her throat.

"Yeah, I was just having a really... vivid dream."

"No wonder after what you've been through. Want a cup of coffee?"

"Sure. Just give me a minute to get dressed." She fell back on the bed rubbing her eyes. She looked at a clock on the wall. Ten past eight. Morning.

She had not been expecting that. Not from Freddy nor even herself. Yes, she had noticed she occasionally stared at him longer than was necessary but what happened just moments ago was... She wouldn't have wanted it to end, though she wasn't able to imagine how things would have proceeded. Urban sighed very deeply before getting up.

However, she was forced to sit right back down because her legs failed her. She was terribly hot and she could point out a different kind of warmth in her lower stomach. "Okay now." This time she managed to stay up.

Without any hurry she put on a pair of black jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, making sure all her cuts were covered up. Finally she pressed her hands on her cheeks. "I must still be glowing red."

Well, that can't be helped. She stepped out.

In the kitchen Sean was trying to find clean cups. "Sit down, I'll be right there."

"Thanks."

While waiting she rubbed her neck and tried to calm down. Freddy must have done it for his amusement and to mess with her. He was probably laughing at this very moment. God, Urban felt like such an idiot. She had even responded to his advances, how could she ever again face him seriously.

Urban sighed yet again.

"Here", Sean joined her by the table.

"Thanks again."

They were sitting in total silence, both busy with their thoughts. Then Sean opened his mouth, searched for the right words for a second and then closed it. Urban pretended she hadn't noticed.

Sean tried again, with more success.

"The night of the fire", he started carefully but decided it was better to just speak out. "That night you called me. How come you couldn't reach the fire department?"

Urban gave him an 'are you serious' -look. She had hoped this topic wouldn't be discussed further. They hadn't actually talked about it at all, and she had preferred it that way.

"I don't know, nothing happened after I had dialed."

And that was true. She just left out the part that she was calling from another reality. "I tried again many times."

"But how were you able to call me?"

Urban sighed for the tenth time that morning. "I still don't know. The call connected through another line? I don't know!" She had already moved on from the so-called accident but Sean was obviously bothered.

"But", he continued, "it doesn't make sense."

"What would you have me say? You tell me that, 'cause I do not know what happened then."

Sean stared at her, shook his head slowly and whispered: "I think you tried to kill yourself."

She didn't think she heard correctly "You what?"

Now it was Sean's turn to sigh. "I... think you called me to... say goodbye. So you'd be found, eventually."

Oh hell no, there were those puppy-eyes. Nothing irritated Urban more.

"Sean..." She stood up and slammed her cup against the table. Coffee spilled over. "No."

The man just kept staring at her.

"For fucks sake, where did you come up with something like that. You think I would have spent so much time organizing my affairs after the fire if I didn't want to live? Really, Sean."

Urban leaned her palms on the table. "How did you come up with that?"

Sean looked slightly embarrassed now. "It was the only reasonable thing I could think of. The phone business, it just doesn't work that way, And you've been kind of mentally absent for many months now. And every now and then... When you dwell in your thoughts, your eyes get this certain darkness in them. And..."

"Stop", Urban interrupted him. She placed one hand on Sean's shoulder. "I truly like you, you know that. But sometimes you're one goddamn bonehead."

Sean shrugged and talked in a tone that told her he wasn't done with this. "Fine. I'm still worried about you though. You're very different from when we first met."

"People change, don't they?"

"True. But promise me you won't change anymore."

"That's asking a lot."

"I know. It's just that you're like an adopted sister to me and I want you to be okay."

Urban laughed. "Why adopted?"

"If you were like a real sister or even a step-sister, I wouldn't be able to do this."

Without any warning Sean pulled Urban into his arms. And a kiss.

NOT AGAIN! Urban had once more been caught completely off guard.

It took a few moments before he let her go. And this time it wasn't Urban who turned red, but Sean. He couldn't belive he actually did it. The hope for this had been there for quite a while but the woman had been somewhat... out of reach. Still was.

"Sorry", he mumbled. "It's just that when you were unconscious at the hospital, I came to see you and, well, you were in such a deep sleep you might as well have been dead. And that thought kept running in my mind over and over.

Sean stood up too, rising a head taller than Urban. "And I didn't like that thought at all. I don't want you missing from this world."

Silence again. Urban sincerely wanted to thank him for his words, but she didn't want to hurt him.

"Wow. Um, I have to admit this wasn't a total surprise."

Sean lifted one eyebrow.

"You haven't exactly been subtle with your 'longing glances'."

"Hahah! I guess so. Sorry. But please, don't take any pressure from this. I don't wanna ruin anything between us."

A small weight lifted from Urban's shoulders. Sean wasn't begging for a reply. Yet. "Okay." Making an attempt to end the scene she walked by the kitchen counter to get a refill.

Sean too began walking towards his bedroom.

"Well, I have to get going soon. When will your shifts continue?"

"I still got two days of sick leave. Just in case. So I'll see you in the afternoon?"

"Possibly, if they don't pile extra hours on me. You're not the only one on sick leave."

"We'll see eventually." Urban waved her hand in a big circle and headed for the shower. She'd need to clean a couple of deeper wounds. An infection wasn't on her wish list.

"Where did you get that scratch on your cheek? It wasn't there last time we met."

Oh yeah, that. "I probably cut myself after I lost my will to live", she grinned sarcastically.

Sean turned in her direction. "Not funny."

"Just get going." She went in to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

"That's suspicious!" Sean shouted from his room.

"Bite me!"

She started to undress, shaking her head. Things had taken a bizarre turn in the last 24 hours. She had not needed this latest event. She had nothing against Sean but this would most likely develop in to a problem sooner or later.

And Freddy. There already was a problem. Urban didn't dare think what their next meeting would be like. Maybe she was just over-reacting, and there really wasn't anything special going on.

'Oh, forget all for a while', she thought and turned the shower on.

This time I can't tell when I'll update again. I'll start school again the day after tomorrow (I'm gonna be a carpenter), and be working as well so all my free time practically disappears. But I'll write every chance I get. :)