Author's note: This is finally an evening- time fic (finished 7:17 PM)! I was unsure of how to launch off the plot of this story…so it took longer than usual to finish it. .I also forgot to write about the disclaimer stuff in Chapter 4, absent-minded me o. I do not own Dante, Trish, Devil Never Cry, Devil May cry, Eva, Vergil, Sparda, bladda, dadda, yadda. Everything about DMC is Capcom's, except fanfics and fanarts made by fans of DMC. A-hem .The fans don't belong to Capcom either…or do they?

Thank you again, reviewers, for sticking through my story! I got a huggie from Bustahead! Gets happy

New face in the crowd: Peter the Muggle :D….: I'm really, really glad that you think I've captured Dante and Trish's characters (I tried hard :D)…just last day I kept hearing Dante say in my head: "Give my regards to my son, willya?" .

Anyhoo, enough blibbering. On to the story!

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Chapter 5: Dream

"Mmm---"

"Muh…Muh---"

"Mother!"

Sweat enveloped the man's skin. It soaked through the flimsy, moth-eaten sheets.

"No! Nnn…nuh…nuh…no!"

A lone body, twisting in bed. A door slammed open. A light.

"Dante!" His mother's voice.

"Mommy…"

"Dante, it's alright." A cool, soothing hand lighted on his fevered skin. His mother's hand. His mother's sweet, delicate hand.

"No, not alright! Mommy, look…" tears squeezed out from scrunched eyes. "You're leaving muh-muh-me…"

"Shhh, Dante. I'm here. Open your eyes."

"Nuh-no! You're going to where Daddy went!" Dante wrenched his eyes open, stared into eyes as clear and as blue as his. Eva's eyes. "You're going!" He wrapped his muscular (muscular?!) arms around the blonde's slim shoulders. He breathed in her scent. "Mother…"

"Dante." The voice was lowered, the tone gentle. "Wake up." The words were now spoken in a whisper. They tickled his ears, eased him.

"Are you going to stay?"

A cynical grin. "If you want me to."

"I thought you…you…were going to duh-", he couldn't get the word out. He looked at the female sitting on his bed. He looked at the blood staining his bed. His frantic eyes widened. "No! You are going to die! Mother, you're bleeding!"

Trish stood up. Dante was obviously confused, and it seemed the blood didn't help. She cursed the pad, she cursed how goddamn hard it was placing it precisely in the right position, so the blood wouldn't leak everywhere. She sighed, and thought it wise to ditch the pacifier role.

"Wake up, Dante! Trish, your assistant, calling!"

Confusion hazed Dante's eyes. "Mom?"

"Call me that one more time, and I'll have to send you to your mother." Cruel, but it was working. She could see his blue eyes clearing. She sat back down again.

"Trish?"

"Jackpot."

"Trish, what are you doing here?"

She almost fell off the bed. "How about asking yourself why you're calling me…mommy?"

She saw Dante wince. "Did I…say that?"

She didn't answer verbally. She let him read the answer in her narrowed eyes. "God," he muttered, turning away hastily.

"Dante, do you want to talk about it?" Trish asked softly, and tried to find a comfortable position on the bed. He didn't look at her; instead, he buried his face in the pillows. "No," came the muffled reply. "Lemme go back to sleep."

She gritted her teeth. Talking to Dante about his mother was like trying to pry an oyster open with bare fingernails. He was a gushing waterfall when it came to talking about killing demons to avenge her death (obviously Mundus was not enough to quench his blood thirst for revenge), but he basically clammed up when the topic about her death hinted to arise. Trish thought it was unhealthy, bottling up the emotions, but she never pried again. Dante seemed to read her thoughts, and once commented dryly: "Another new emotion? Concern? Truly turning human here, aren't we, Trish?"

So the topic remained scared territory, and Trish knew tonight wasn't the night to breach it, either. She was desperate to know about Eva, Dante's mother. After all, wasn't she fashioned from the human? Trish shook her head. All she could do now was leave. She got up, biting her lip. She had almost reached the doorway when she heard Dante's foot sliding through the covers, and a gurgled yelp.

"TRISH!!"