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Chapter Twelve: Just a Dream
Mokuba was the only one up when Seto came home that night. "Long day?" He asked.
Seto sat on the chair next to the couch. "No secretary."
"When did you fire her?"
"Today when she didn't show up for work." He looked around. "Where's Claire? I would have thought that she would be down here watching movies with you."
Mokuba nodded. "She was about fifteen minutes ago. Said she was tired so she went up to her room."
"She has the right idea." Seto yawned. Getting up he said goodnight to Mokuba and guided his exhausted body to his room for the night.
Darkness surrounded Seto for the moment. He heard screams.
Mac suddenly came into sight. "I told you to leave her alone. But no. Look what you're making me do."
"I'm not making you do anything." Seto grumbled back.
Mac move out of the way. He was holding Claire over the edge of the cliff. "How do you like this, rich boy?"
Seto felt a rush of worry and anger. "Claire, no!"
"I told you that if I couldn't have her then no one could. You shouldn't had pushed me. Now we'll never know what could have been." With those angered words he let go of her.
Seto ran to the edge. Her terrified screams echoed in his ears. It was all he heard before waking up in a cold sweat. Adjusting his eyes to the semi-darkness of his room, he shivered and put his face in his hands, rubbing at his temples. "That was horrible."
Getting up he walked to Claire's room. He opened the door to peer in. She wasn't in bed or in the bathroom. There was a dim light coming from the living room so he went there next.
Claire was not present when Seto entered the living room. The tv was on letting Seto know, though, that she was up. He sat on the couch.
"Taking spots are we?" Claire walked in with two cups of hot tea. "I figured you might be up, so I made extra."
All previous thoughts disappeared when he looked at Claire. Her hair was up and she was wearing a long t-shirt by what he could tell. He felt embarassed though because he was in boxers only.
"Here," She handed him a cup. "It's hot tea. It will calm you and help with sleep." She curled her feet under her when she sat next to him.
Seto raised a brow. "Something you learned in England?"
"No my mother taught me this trick."
He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. It was so odd. They were engaged, but something was missing. Words, actions, feelings, something wasn't there. He opened one eye. Claire was stretching, making the shirt she was wearing go up and stop right at the edge of her thigh. He knew then was what missing. So he moved in closer to her.
She felt Seto's hands wrap around her waist. His blue eyes were shinning. She leaned back on him giving him a wonderful kissing session. Grabbing the blanket, she put it around both of them. Snuggling closer together, sleep was close behind.
The last thought Seto remembered was that the horrors were a dream. Claire was with him. In his arms, safe and happy. "This is...better." He whispered. Claire smiled and mummbled her agreement.