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Fiona's eyes snapped open in terror and she sat up quickly, looking around her dark room wildly. Her heart was pounding and she could feel sweat dripping down her forehead.

Michael.

The sword sliding through his gut...

Michael.

He was dead.

Fiona closed her eyes in grief, letting her head hang. Then suddenly, she looked up again.

No, he wasn't. Was he?

As fast as she could manage, Fiona practically flew off her bed and to the living room. Relief coursed through her like a tidal wave when she saw Michael's figure soundly asleep on her couch, the gentle rise and fall of his chest assuring her he was indeed alive. She shook her head, amusement and frustration resurfacing at his insisting that he sleep on the couch rather than with her. He'd said he wanted to give her space, but Fiona was positive that he was still shaken up about Cameron.

Quietly, Fiona tiptoed away, not wanting to deal with an overly concerned Michael right now. She stopped at the door to her bedroom, glancing in. Then, deciding with a curt nod to herself that she really didn't want to go back to that nightmare, Fiona made her way to the kitchen. She could use a midnight snack right now.

"Can't sleep?"

Fiona jumped, lettuce from the salad she was mixing flying everywhere, and whirled around, raising the large spoon threateningly. Michael smiled wryly, gently grabbing the spoon and lowering it. Fiona let out a shuddering breath.

"Don't do that," she hissed, crouching down to start picking up lettuce. Michael joined her, though she could feel his eyes watching her carefully.

"You're jumpy," he commented, his tone mild. Fiona glanced at him briefly before turning back to the lettuce without a word.

"What's wrong, Fi?" he asked, quietly.

"Nothing's wrong," Fiona said stubbornly, standing up and dumping the lettuce on the counter. Michael dumped the lettuce he'd picked up on top of that, eyes still watching Fiona's every movement.

"Fi..." he said quietly. Fiona shook her head, brushing him off and walking a few steps away.

"I'm fine, Michael," she insisted. Michael paused before walking over to her and taking her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

"Fi, please," he pushed, looking her hard in the eyes. "Talk to me."

Fiona held his gaze, caught for a moment before wrenching her eyes away, biting her bottom lip. Crap. There were tears welling in her eyes now. It was a stupid dream. She knew it wasn't real. Why was she acting like a total moron right now?

"I..." she started, chocking on the single syllable. Michael's grasp loosened and Fiona could sense the shock coming from him. He put two fingers under her chin, nudging her face up gently.

"Fi..." he whispered, a soft edge to his voice.

"You were dead," Fiona blurted, dropping her head down into his shoulder. "You were killed. I don't know who killed you, but I watched you get stabbed with a sword. Then... then you died. I ran over to you. I didn't know what to do. I don't think I could've done anything. I just... I held you and... and it was like you didn't even recognize me. And... and then... you were dead..."

Somehow, Fiona was winning the fight against the onslaught of tears waiting to break free. It was causing her to have a killer headache, but she was winning all the same. She simply kept her face buried in Michael's shoulder, the memory of the terrible dream replaying in her mind over and over again.

Slowly, awkwardly, Michael wrapped his arms around her and patted her back. "I'm not dead, Fi."

"I know that," Fiona bit angrily. Michael was silent for a moment.

"I know you know that, Fi. And I'm sorry you had this nightmare. I really am," he assured her. "But I'm here. I'm right here."

A/N: For those of you who haven't heard, classes have officially started for me. Therefore, updates will be even more scattered. I apologize for this and hope you will continue to read.

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