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Becky sat there curled up next to Matt, now a days he was the only person who could calm the fear in her. Not even when she did see Taker, could he soothe her frayed nerves like Matt, and that scared the hell out of Becky. But she wasn't going to worry about it now, Matt was offering her comfort and Becky was going to take it.

"Matt?" Becky asked

"Yeah?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Matt frowned,

"Because your my friend and you need me."

"Even when I made you mad earlier?"

"You didn't make me mad sweety, it just upset me that you wont come to me when obviously somethin is botherin ya." Matt squeezed Becky's shoulder a little bit for emphasis. Becky sighed deeply and thought about telling Matt the one thing she'd never told another soul.

"Matt....I...." Before Becky could confide in Matt Taker came barging into the room.

"BECKY!?!?!" His eyes fell on the floor where Matt and Becky still sat.

"Taker?" Becky asked, her face lighting up when he came up and hoisted her out of Matt's arms, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist clinging to him like a child. "Oh god I was so scared!!" Her tears started falling once again, and Matt couldn't figure out if Taker's interruption was a good thing or a bad thing.

"It's ok darlin, I saw Brock out in the hallway cryin like a little bitch, what happened in here?" Taker asked pulling her head away from his shoulder. Matt stood up and cocked his head to the side, confused.

"I.. Uh... I dunno what happened. One minute he was comin at me, then the next I was on the floor cryin." Becky pushed her face in Taker's neck and calmed herself down by taking in his smell, leather and man.

"Well I'd say you wont be bothered with Brock anymore darlin, what ever you did you scared the shit right outa him." Taker chuckled then turned to Matt. "Seems we owe Matt another thank you, he seems to be your white knight once again." Becky frowned, her face still pressed against Taker's neck, 'white' knight. Now that Becky thought about it Matt did look like the white one from her dreams, but that was silly even if it was Matt they were just dreams, they meant nothing. Then she remembered that Stephy, John and herself all had the same dream. It was about time she confided in someone and that someone had to be either Taker or Matt. Over the next week Becky tried to talk to Taker about her dreams but he would find some way to ignore her, so she decided to try and confide in Matt, but somehow every time she tried to tell Matt, Taker would interrupt. Becky took it as a sign that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone about her problems, to keep them to herself. And the newest dream she had convinced her not to tell anyone. The dark master was standing above the dark one with a long, leather whip in his hand.

"You almost blew your cover."

"Forgive me my master!!!" She cried out in pain, the leather stinging her back and wings.

"You will not allow your weaker self to tell anyone, and I do mean anyone about you, do I make myself clear?!?!?!" He emphasized every word with a crack of the whip.

"Yes my master." The tears were falling down her face, the pain so excruciating that the world went black again.

Becky woke in a panic, Taker was beside her holding her in his arms, snoring loudly. Strangely enough the sound comforted Becky and she went to press herself closer to Taker's warm embrace but couldn't move. The searing pain in her back was enough to make her cry out, but she held it in. How would she explain where the pain came from when she didn't know herself. Becky tried to calm down once again listening to the deep snore coming from Taker, but it didn't help. Now she was deathly afraid to tell anyone, what if her dreams weren't merely dreams at all? What if the dark master were to kill the dark one in a fit of rage, would Becky die as well. She came to a conclusion, her dreams would remain a secret to everyone.