Chapter 5:

Dawn passed the next day in a daze. She and Cordy had gone shopping and she now had half a dozen new

shoes in her wardrobe. Not to mention the new clothes Cordy was currently making her remodel in what

she called 'real lighting, not that weird lighting they have in malls'.

"God damn Cordy! You are a shopping machine!.. poor Angel.."

Cordy looked up, "Hey! You'd be surprised what money we save on things like food! Not to mention all

those weird artifacts Angel has… did you know he has stuff in museums? Just junk he's hoarded through

the ages, and they pay him to show the stuff?! Things like old beer cups!"

"beer cups? Angel hoarded beer cups?"

"Okay.. not 'beer cups'.. but stuff like that.. utterly mundane.."

"sure Cordy.. 'beer cups'…"

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That night Dawn went to sleep hoping that she'd dream about Connor again.

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Connor decided it would be best if he didn't sleep, that way if Dawn really was coming into his room in

real life he'd know.

He waited for hours, lying with one eye opened at his door. It was 4am and he was mentally calling himself

a moron when she appeared.

He felt his breath catch in his throat, dawn is in my room… how did she get here!?

She walked dreamily across to wear he lay and Connor didn't dare move in case she disappeared again. She

stopped directly next to him, and all Connor could see was the white of her cotton slip. Then her hand

reached out and caressed his face, her fingers running through his hair. Connor could hear her breathing

softly above him.

"Connor…"

She said my name!

He rolled over slowly so he was looking up at her, not daring to speak in case she disappeared. Her eyes

widened slightly but she remained solid. Her hand pulled away from him, hesitated. Confusion flitted

across her face. Please, don't let her vanish…

Slowly her hand reached out and cupped the side of his face again. Her fingertips ran slowly over his brow,

along the line of his nose and then settled softly over his lips, before skimming away again.

Connor shut his eyes.

Her fingers were sending sparks through his skin, he knew if he looked up he'd see her wide brown

eyes.. and.. he'd kiss her, and she'd vanish. He felt her other hand against his throat. He fought a nervous

urge to swallow. Her finger traced up along his throat over his chin and up against his lips again. He longed

for her to kiss him. The fingers slipped sway again, he sighed. Then to his surprise he felt her lips brush

against his own. He opened his eyes in shocked disbelief, but sure enough Dawn was sitting on his bed,

leaning over him, kissing him. Her lips were warm and soft against his own, and he felt as though if she

were to stop he'd die. When she did break of the kiss he simply looked into her eyes for a few seconds that

dragged into hours, or so it seemed. She smiled softly at him.

He opened his mouth, "Dawn."

She frowned for a moment then faded into nothingness.

"Shit!"

When ever I try to say anything she vanishes..

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Dawn woke up with a smile on her face. I kissed him.. oh that was the best dream I've ever had! But when

he said my name, it ended again… maybe there's some reason for that? Some.. Freudian name theroy?..

no.. that's just lame Dawn.

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