AN: Okay thanks for the reviews!! You guys are the greatest. Here's where things start getting a little.complicated.

Everyone was sleeping except for Connor. He was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. He had a lot on his mind. McDaniels was one, but that was only a small portion of the thoughts racing through his head. Most of his focus was on the young girl sleeping in the bedroom down the hall.

Connor was curious to know why she was so angry as much as anyone else, but his main question was why she felt so strong when she wasn't an immortal yet. He had never felt a pre immortal with so much power.

Connor was contemplating this when he heard a small moan come from Dri's room. Duncan had only closed her door partially, and the walls made almost any noise echo.

The Highlander got up and walked over to her room. He stepped just inside the door. It was dark except for a few strands of moonlight that came through the window.

Dri was in a tight ball on the edge of the bed. It she rolled over she would fall off, probably knocking her head on the bed side table as she did so. That would not be a good thing.

She moaned again and Connor watched as she squeezed her eyes tight. Her whole body was tense. She was mumbling something, but Connor couldn't make out what.

He walked over and kneeled beside her. He began gently stroking her hair. It was something he had done with Rachel when she was little and would have nightmares. She had often had them about the war and stroking her hair seemed to sooth her.

"No," She said in a shaky voice.

"It's all right," Connor soothed.

Dri jerked from his touch and started flailing her body around. She knocked the quilt that Duncan had put on her to the floor. Her head came very close to hitting the bedside table, but Connor put his hand in the way so her skill hit his palm.

"RICHIE!" She screamed. "MAC!"

Connor was trying to pin her down so she wouldn't hurt herself.

"RICHIE!" She yelled again.

Richie ran into the room. Dri was fighting against Connors grip. Mac came up behind Richie.

"A little help here," Connor said.

Mac ran in and grabbed her legs.

"NO!" She cried.

Richie kneeled next to her. Her head was still turning back and forth while she tried to break their grips.

"Dri, it's all right. It's Richie."

The sound of his voice calmed her a little.

"It's all right, I'm here. So is Mac."

She relaxed more and stopped fighting so hard against Connor and Duncan.

Richie started petting her head.

"Wake up Dri."

She moaned.

"Come on sweetie, wake up."

"Hurts," She mumbled.

"It's just a dream," Richie told her. "Wake up."

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at them all wide eyed. She looked around and took in her surroundings.

"Let go of me!"

Mac nodded to Connor and they let her go. She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The three men could here her heaving and retching through the door.

Richie went to the linen closet and got a wash cloth. He walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Dri, its Richie. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," She replied tiredly.

Richie opened the door just as the toilet flushed. He walked over to the sink and wet down the wash cloth with cool water. He kneeled beside Dri who was leaning with her back against the tub.

Richie started wiping down her face. Dri didn't protest. The cool water felt good against her flushed skin."

"Better?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Want to tell me about it?"

She shook her head.

"You never do," Richie said.

Dri leaned her head against the top edge of the tub so that she was looking at the ceiling. Richie took the now warm cloth and re wet it. He never pressed Dri to talk. People had done that to him when he was a kid and it always made him close up more. Dri would talk when she was ready. He wasn't going to force her.

Mac and Connor were watching from the door. Once Mac was satisfied that Dri was all right he and Connor went into the kitchen.

"Is this an every night occurrence?" Connor asked.

Mac started a pot of coffee. "It used to be. She had nightmares all the time when she first started staying with us."

"She doesn't have them as much now?"

"No. From what I can tell as she started becoming more comfortable here the less the nightmares would occur. She has them maybe two or three times a week, but not this bad. She hasn't had one like this in a while now."

"She doesn't tell you what she dreams?"

Duncan shook his head. "She'll call out for Richie or me, sometimes the both of us, but as soon as she wakes up she closes up."

"Do you think the nightmares have anything to do with why she's so angry?"

Mac handed Connor a cup of coffee. "Possibly, but with Dri you can never tell."

Dri and Richie walked out of the bathroom and over to the kitchen.

"How are you feeling?" Mac asked her.

"I'll live," She replied dryly. "Can I have a glass of water?"

"Sure," Mac said getting it for her.

Dri walked over and sat at the table. She leaned her forehead on the cool, wood surface. Duncan walked over and put the water in front of her.

"I can't do this anymore," She whispered.

"Do what?" Mac asked sitting across from her.

Dri lifted her head slowly and sipped the water.

"I'm sick of these stupid nightmares. They're driving me insane." She stood up and started pacing.

"It might help if you talk about it," Mac told her.

She stopped pacing and faced the wall so that her back was to everyone.

"Talking doesn't do anything. It's a cheap way of pretending to solve problems." She was clenching and unclenching her fists.

Duncan was about to argue when Dri slammed her fist through the wall. All three men were instantly at her side.

Dri had pulled her hand out and it was covered in blood. Mac and Connor helped her to the table while Richie got the first aid kit.

"Jesus Dri!" Mac exclaimed.

She didn't say anything. The sharp pain began in her hand and radiated through her arm. To Dri it felt wonderful.

"What the hell is going on in that head of yours?" Duncan asked.

Richie came back and handed the kit to Mac who in turn started cleaning her up. The blood was coming from a large gash on the back of her hand.

"This is probably going to hurt," Mac told her.

Mac took an alcohol swab to the gash. Dri tensed and she cried out a little.

"I'll pay for the wall," She said once the initial pain passed.

"Don't worry about it," He told her. "I don't care about the wall. I just want to know why you did that."

Dri shrugged. "Call it teenage hormones."

"Dri," Duncan said in a warning voice.

"It felt good all right!"

Mac held up her hand. "This felt good?"

"Yes! Physical pain eases the emotional."

From that one statement Duncan and Connor suddenly understood why training didn't bother her and affection did.

TBC.Please review!!