Awaking from a restless dream that fled into nothing, she struggled to find something to cling to, to keep the dream with her. It was odd, it was a dream about caring, as though the person in to dream was her and she was happily involved with him. And his face vanished from descriptive location. Shaking her head softly she let a note slide past the lump in her throat, it was already taking a minor key, but it felt good, it felt right as she continued the tune, adding words, breathlessly trying to call back the dream.
"Take my hand,
And let us fly,
Way up to the blue blue sky.
Take my hand,
And let us soar…
Tell me now,
I want to know more…" She scribbled the dashes on her paper and kept them with the other tunes she had made, bringing a happiness to the strange feelings inside. The image flashed in her mind as her phone rang quietly on her bedside table.
"Hello?"
"You made another song." It was accusation in his voice.
"How did you…"
"Because I do. You have to stop." He was firm and she felt her hackles rise.
"Why?"
"It's more dangerous than you know and I can't help you, not yet."
"But I can't help it, I just make up songs, they come and they go…" She trailed off, a melody already forming in her mind.
"No!" He interjected harshly. "Please, don't make another before I can help you." She played with the words for a moment before answering in shock.
"Are you a tenor or a baritone?" She demanded.
"What?" She could see the frown from his voice.
"Are you a tenor or a baritone?" It was more desperate now, she had to know.
"I don't know, and it doesn't matter." 'But it does,' her thoughts countered quickly.
"All right."
"Don't make up another song." He told her forcefully.
"I won't make up any more songs." She agreed, sounding sincere.
"Good." And he hung up. Shocked but not quite put out, she looked around her room. She had said she wouldn't make up any more songs, and she intended not to. A smile touched her lips and her eyes brightened for a moment of laughter. But she hadn't said she wouldn't twiddle or make up phrases, had she? Resting her head against the wall, she contemplated the day ahead, wondering why his voice had stuck in her mind and why it was intertwined with one of her twiddles. Silently, she bet herself he was a baritone, the octave jump would probably be too much contrast but it might work. Or she could be singing a fifth higher… The idea ran rampant in her thoughts all through her waking hours and when she finally closed her eyes to sleep, the same dream haunted her. A figure holding her close, keeping her safe, loving her. And singing something she would dearly love to put to paper, a lullaby just for her from him. Theirs.

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A/N: Hey, another chapter and another fragment of melody. I hope you enjoyed.

Da Buffster: I'm sure your songs aren't crap, I run out of words too, but I run out of melody as well sometimes. I've replied with a fairly good sized ramble to your ramble so I think I'm all rambled out. Hehehe, anyway, let me know what you think :)

Gypsy Dancer: Hello Gorgeous! What have you been up to? I need to see you before I go to my course, drop me a line, come say hello, please! The low one is for one of the characters, sorry darling, but you can sing it anyway, just means the there's some role reversal :) We'll make up a song together sometime, k? Hope you like this little chapter.