A/N: Well I got some reviews to fuel my muses so they took over my body to write this next bit! More slash and 'strong' language in this chapter so avert u're eyes children. It won't be too graphic…at least at the moment…and I'll try to make the chapters a bit longer as I continue.

Thanks to all my reviewers:

lavondyss21: A lot will come of it I hope! I felt the same way as u did when I started writing this...but I got this idea and the plot bunnies wouldn't let me sleep till I started it.

Merit Somnia: Don't worry, there is a plot behind the madness…I just wanted to set the scene before I went into it. Here is the update u wanted!

Jedera: No, you can spell it with an 's' (I think). I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes; I have a spellchecker on my computer…but some words slip through the gaps.

Cleo Calliope: Cool name! If u like that sort of story u should like this *hint hint*. Not that I'm giving anything away…

Summary+Disclaimer: see chapter 1

~#~ Start Dream

~*~ End Dream

Italics: Vimes' thoughts

(A/N: the dream sequence is towards the end of Jingo…but ever so slightly different. Its not meant to be word perfect, only the gist of it)

Chapter 2

Deep in blackness, Vimes dreamed…

~#~

"Are you sure you don't have any shackles Vimes?"

"No!"

(I remember this…)

Rust's angry face loomed up out of the massed city leaders.

"The charge is high treason, the sentence death."  Vimes cried out in shock, "But what about a fair trial?"

(This isn't right, it didn't happen like this…)

"This is the trial Mr. Vimes."

Vetinari brushed his chained hands against Vimes' arm. "For the good of the city, justice must be served."

(I can't do this, not Him…)

The hurdle jerked slowly through the streets, streets lined with angry people. Vimes saw the raised arm an instant before the throw and pulled Vetinari down, shielding him. The rock impacted with his back-plate, denting and bruising.

"The city speaks Commander."

"But it doesn't know what it says!"

Vetinari smiled thinly. Vimes felt lost, that he was pulled deep into Vetinari's eyes as they gazed at one another.

(He never smiles like that…)

Vimes slipped the noose over Vetinari's head, then turned and walked down the ladder. Involuntarily his body turned and his gaze met that of Vetinari. A wave of feeling rushed over him.

(For him…?)

Vimes turned to run back, but he felt as though he was waist deep in freezing mud. He saw Carrot's hand grasp the lever, his mouth open to cry out but no sound escaping.

The trapdoor opened…

~*~

The bubble broke, and Vimes slowly swam towards consciousness. He lay, his eyes closed against the bursts of pain, as his body discovered his now awake state. Vimes surveyed his surroundings by feel; not trusting himself to open his eyes until he remembered…well how he got here would be a start.

"Well I can feel sheets, that gets rid of one set of possibilities."

Memory hit him like a sledgehammer, and he groaned softly. Vetinari was not going to be pleased. Still, he could deal with that later. Carrot or one of the others would have been called to take him home…or back to Sybil's.

"Welcome back Vimes."

Liquid ice poured down Vimes' spine. Vetinari's voice? That meant…

His eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright in…bloody hell it must be Vetinari's bed! He tried to jump to his feet, got tangled in the bedclothes, righted himself…and met Vetinari's amused stare. Oh God he wasn't…no he wasn't.

Vimes met Vetinari's eyes once more. There was something almost…predatory in the way he watched Vimes. At that moment, Vimes' legs decided to protest strongly about his rapid movements. As his knees buckled, Vimes grabbed the bedpost to stop himself falling. Instantly, Vetinari was at his elbow, offering support. Vimes blinked in astonishment. Was that concern in Vetinari's eyes?

Vimes regained his balance, but Vetinari maintained his hold on Vimes' arm. They stood facing each other, their faces inches apart. Vimes was barely aware of Vetinari leaning forward until their lips met. Vimes leaned into the kiss, all other thoughts eclipsed by the familiar wave of feeling rushing through him. Vetinari's hands slid round his shoulders, then…

Vimes' thoughts suddenly returned in a disjointed rush. Vetinari's hands…Vetinari, he was kissing, being kissed by… Vimes pulled away, horrified, then rushed out of the room without a backward glance. The door shook as he thumped his fist against the wall.

Vetinari remained standing in the middle of the room, no emotion registering on his pale face. When the sound of Vimes' retreat had faded, he moved to his desk and sat down, pulling some papers towards him. As he began to write, the sound of feet striding away from the palace were heard through the open window. Only then did his shoulders slump, ever so slightly.

Tbc……………come on people, you know what I want!!!