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A/N: You know what really sucks? When your computer just decides not to have the Internet work anymore for no apparent reason. Anyways, here's the latest chapter!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Midnight

"No, please, don't do it!"

"Sorry, boss's orders," the man in the shadows said as he approached Amanda. "And I can't disappoint the boss." The shadow man reached into his pocket.

"No, please, I'm begging you," Amanda said, backing away from the shadow man as he drew closer to her. "I never did anything to you. Please, just leave me alone."

"Sorry babe," the shadow man said as he drew the gun from his pocket. "Say hi to your mom for me." The shadow man pulled the trigger.

Amanda shot up in bed, gasping for breath. She felt her sides and stomach before exhaling slowly. "It was only a dream," she thought. She looked at her alarm clock, and noticed it was midnight. "Well, after a dream like that, there's no way in hell I'm getting back to sleep," Amanda thought. She heard a noise from the living room, and realized it was the television. She pulled her wheelchair closer to her bed and lifted herself off of the bed and into it. She wheeled out of her room and down the hallway of Peter's apartment to the living room.

When she reached the living room, she found Peter sitting on the couch, wide-awake and watching-of all things-Lifetime. She grinned and said, "Lifetime? Is there truly nothing else on at this hour?"

Peter turned around and saw Amanda sitting in her wheelchair, grinning at him. "What are you doing up this late?" he asked.

"I might ask you the same question," Amanda said as she wheeled herself over to the couch, parking her chair next to it.

"Insomnia, coupled with an inability to take sleeping pills," Peter replied. "When all else fails, get something to bore you to sleep. What about you?"

"So," Amanda said, looking at the TV and noticing it was a commercial, deciding to change the subject for the moment. "What movie is it?"

"Something about the Amish," Peter said. "I think there was a murder."

"Oh!" Amanda said. "I know what movie that is."

"Which one?"

"It's called Plain Truth," Amanda said, picking the remote up off the couch and pushing a button on it. "And it also said that on the info."

"Funny," Peter said laughing, taking the remote back from Amanda. "I'm cutting you off. No more remote for you."

"Aw damn it," Amanda said, pretending to be sad. "I really wanted that remote too...I guess I'll just have to settle for stealing it back when you fall asleep."

"Since you're awake," Peter said, grinning at Amanda. "I could use some company. Want to watch this incredibly confusing movie with me?"

"Sure," Amanda said, lifting herself out of her chair and onto the couch, settling herself next to Peter. "It's got to be better than sleeping."

"Speaking of which," Peter said, remembering that Amanda had never answered his question. "Why are you awake? You never answered my question."

"I had a nightmare," Amanda said, realizing how 4-year-old that sounded. "It was pretty bad."

"It must have been, to wake you up like this," Peter said. "What happened in it?"

"It was about the guy that shot me," Amanda said. "I couldn't see his face, but he kept threatening me, saying about his boss's orders. I woke up when the gun went off."

"That does sound scary," Peter said, putting his arm around Amanda's shoulder and pulling her closer to him. "But we got the guy that shot you. Him AND his boss. They won't hurt you again."

Amanda leaned her head against Peter's shoulder. "I hope not."

"They'll have to go through me and your dad first," Peter said. "And then, they'd have to rest of the Boston PD to deal with."

"That's a comforting thought," Amanda said. "But the last thing I want is for you to get hurt or worse because of me."

"Don't worry about it right now," Peter said, kissing the top of Amanda's head. "Let's just watch the movie."

When the movie was over, Peter looked down at Amanda. She was sleeping peacefully, her head on his shoulder, a smile on her lips. Peter smiled to himself. He then picked Amanda up and carried her into her room, and laid her carefully in her bed, pulling the comforter up over her. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead, then turned to leave. As he stood in the doorway, he turned around and looked back at the sleeping girl. Amanda's hair was framing her face, with some of it flowing onto the pillow, and she was smiling slightly. Peter grinned again as he left the room, glad that Amanda had finally found the peaceful sleep she so desperately deserved.

A/N: Time for shout-outs! Anyone who reviews will get CHOCOLATE! (unless ya hate chocolate or are allergic, then a substitute reward will be provided or traded so me and my friends can have the chocolate. Hee hee hee.)

canadianfan1984- The thing about that is, Woody is sending her to the one place he can be positive that she'll be safe at. He trusts Peter to take care of Amanda. Thanks, and keep reviewing, please.

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