(Note: Wow, I updated somewhat quickly…in less then a week. Isn't that crazy? I think it is. Oh…if you haven't go read Dream Boat by KrazyKatKrueger. Its so funny. Anyway. R&R)

Kathryn tried to laugh but it hurt to much.

"I'm disappearing!" Fred Krueger exclaimed, still waving his hands around beneath him.

"Yeah and I'm dying and taking you with me" Kathryn spat as she attempted to sit up.

He looked up at her then down at his legs. "NO. You're not dying"

"Seems like it"

He crossed over to her and sat her up. "You're not dying. Wake up."

She raised an eyebrow at him and his concern.

"WAKE UP!"

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The phone was ringing beside her ear. Reaching out, she saw her arm was covered in blood, and with what little strength she had left she picked up the phone.

"Maggie?"

Doc's voice seemed so dim.

"Maggie, are you there?"

"Help…it hurts…please…" She whispered as the phone slid from her fingers and onto the pillow beside her.

Darkness took her.

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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE! WAKE UP" He was completely translucent now. She could barely even see him. She took that to mean that she was hanging onto life by a thread.

"I…" She started to reply but was cut off. Although pain permeated her body and she cried out as a sudden sharp surge of it swept through her.

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"MAGGIE!" Doc's voice, "Maggie, stay with us"

She opened her eyes and saw people peering down at her. There were too many bright lights and too much white.

"The defibrillation worked. She's back." A woman's voice said as Kathryn closed her eyes. The sharp pain was gone but the dull throbbing was back and she felt as if her entire body was on fire.

"You're going to be okay" Doc said reassuringly and she felt him squeeze her hand. She had been unaware that he was holding it.

"We're just going to give her this so she can sleep" The woman said again. Kathryn opened her eyes and saw a nurse standing over her with a needle. Doc nodded but Kathryn had no desire to see her father at the moment.

"I don't…" She whispered as the nurse injected the substance into her body.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want to dream" She murmured but could feel herself slipping away already.

Doc leaned closer to her, "Why?"

Her eyes closed, "Because I…he tried…" She fell asleep, unable to fight the anesthetic she had been given.

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She woke to find Doc sitting in a chair beside the window. Sunlight poured into the room indicating it was daytime.

"Doc?"

He turned and looked at her. "You're awake. We thought you'd sleep forever."

A sudden thought came to her. What if she was dreaming and her father was just playing some sick game with her. But then again he probably would have just come up to her and ask for forgiveness. At least she hoped he'd ask for forgiveness as she'd almost died.

"I didn't dream"

Doc looked surprised at her comment. He pulled his chair closer to her bed and asked, "Why does that matter?"

"It just does" She replied coldly. An uncomfortable silence fell between them.

"We really need to talk Maggie" He said after a few minutes.

"About what?"

He took a breath. "You, Tracy…"

Panic swept through her and she had a sudden memory of Tracy's screams hitting her hands as blood soaked into the sheets beneath the two of them. A little part of her started screaming about how he knew about everything and that she was going to hell.

"Among other things" Doc continued, oblivious to Kathryn's suddenly tense body. "What's going on?"

She didn't know what to say. She could say she was just going crazy, because she most certainly was. She could say her father was a psycho murderer and he was living inside her. She could say that she was a psycho murderer. "I don't…"

He reached over and gently pressed on her shoulder. She winced. "Where did this come from?"

My father. "A dream" She said simply.

Doc sighed. "Really Maggie."

Kathryn rolled her eyes. "A dream"

"I just was to help you."

"You can't!" Her last words came out a little sharper then she had intended. But really, he was badgering her and treating her like he would one of the kids.

He took a few minutes and then asked, "Why not?"

"Look, I can handle this." She was annoyed and wished he'd just go away. She wanted time to figure stuff out on her own. She also needed to talk to her father but was somewhat nervous about doing so.

"Handle what? Dying like Tracy? You have the exact same wounds as she did." Doc accused suddenly.

"What?"

Doc pointed at her stomach, which was hidden under the blankets of the hospital bed. "You have the same four wounds that she did. And the scratches on your body. Whats going on Maggie"

She didn't know what to say and he just sat there looking at her. She had no desire to tell him that Fred Krueger was her father, or that she was the one who had killed Tracy.

"I don't want to talk about it right now"

"Maggie please"

She shook her head and rolled over onto her side away from him. "I don't even know whats going on. I just…need to sleep so I can find out."

"You need to sleep to find out?" He questioned, and she instantly wished she hadn't said that.

"Just go"

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"What the fuck did they put in that anesthetic? Hypnocil?" He was pacing around at the end of her bed and Kathryn wondered when she had fallen asleep. "At least you're still alive"

She laughed, "Yeah, no thanks to you"

He raised one claw in a rude gesture. She noted that he was completely solid this time.

"So. Are you going to apologize?"

"No"

She raised an eyebrow then crossed her arms. "Then there's no way I'm ever going to work with you"

He grinned a little and walked over to the side of her bed. "Oh you're going to work with me Kathryn." He stroked her shoulder lightly with the flat of a blade. "Because you've got no other choice." He turned his finger slightly and ran it down her arm, watching as a line of blood sprang up behind it.

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