Fluff! I love it, despite the fact I don't own the Power Rangers. But while I've appreciated Ghostwriter's reviews… where have the rest of you guys been for the past two or three chapters? Oh, and the italics are to distinguish author note from story since I can't figure out the lines. I tried your idea, asdeed, at least I think I did it correctly, but whatever I did didn't work.

Oh- I don't own CBS or the show Flashpoint but if you've been reading this fanfic you might want to check it out. Uh… look around for when it's on where you live, cause I think it varies. But I promise- if you like this fanfic, you're going to be psyched if you probe enough into the show (no worries- you don't have to probe deeply).

38: Dream

Billy had been stressing out over his cousin's kidnapping by the bad guys, and even though the three newest Rangers had gotten him back, Billy had nonetheless called him the moment he knew the quartet to have returned to the pizza parlor that tripled as their home and headquarters. However that hadn't gone as expected… apparently RJ had taken the phone off the hook after the first few attempts.

Although when Billy did finally manage to contact his cousin it turned he had a Zord-sized excuse. He and the Rangers had been explaining 'matters' to Fran because she had witnessed the trio morphing in the latest showdown on RJ's camera system. After failing to convince his cousin to explain everything to Fran due to the simple fact a Wolf was much happier once he had confessed his feelings to his mate Billy hung up the phone. He supposed RJ would do it when he was ready… just like he usually did. He was the same way, as were the other Wolves. Stretching, he realized that it was nearly eleven o' clock.

Unbuttoning his long sleeved blue shirt he entered his and Kimberly's bedroom. The petite brunette was already asleep, snug under the purple blanket. Billy just stood at the foot of the bed for a minute, smiling at his wife. It still amazed him at times, how his love for her had kept growing over the years. And whenever he thought that it couldn't get any bigger, it did.

Quietly he got into his pale blue pajamas and snuck under the blanket to lie down next to Kimberly. Softly he reached out a hand and cupped half her face.

"I love you," he told her, giving her a gentle kiss. Then he snuggled up against her in preparation to go to sleep himself.

Early the next morning Kimberly yawned and woke up to find herself in Billy's arms. With a slight giggle she kissed him in an effort to awaken him.

"Hm?" Billy half-whimpered when she pulled back. Smiling, she complied with his obvious desire and restarted the kiss. How many times over the years had she dreamed of doing just this? How many times she had awakened miserable because it had only been a dream? Too many to count. But now she was evening the score (by now it wouldn't surprise to learn she had surpassed it) by actually doing it.

Straddling him, she planted her hands on his sturdy shoulders. Almost fully awake Billy smiled wryly up at his wife.

"Hey."

"Hey," Kimberly smiled back.

"Always be near when I wake up, okay?" Billy requested, covering her hands with his. Kim cocked her head at him, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because if you aren't, at first I'm scared that all this," and his eyes flickered to his wedding band, and then to hers, "was just a dream."

Leaning down, Kimberly kissed him.

"It's not."

"Sometimes I'm not so sure," Billy admitted, tightening his hands on hers. Rubbing her nose against his Kimberly replied, "Sometimes neither am I. But what I always know is that I love you."

"I've always loved you, and always will," Billy concurred, returning the Eskimo kiss.