AN: God this one is long too! Okay, things are getting a bit darker (for Warrick and Cath anyway) I can't wait to see what happens. :) Enjoy!

When they actually got out of the house, Warrick and Catherine once again put some distance between them. Fredy was once again agitated and tried to push them together. But the two repelled like the same ends of a magnet. Neither looked at each other and for the first time in her life, Catherine was completely silent.

Warrick walked off in the direction of his house, Fredy walked in the opposite direction. Cassy led Catherine home. Cassy's home, not Catherine's. Cassy had insisted she sleep over earlier that day.

When Warrick got home, his grandmother was there to greet him. It wasn't that late, but Warrick was glad to see her.

"Good night baby," was all his grandmother said. She seemed to know there was a lot on Warrick's mind and just let him be. Warrick went up to his room and lay on his bed. But it was a long time before his head let him sleep. He was thinking too hard, analyzing things, over analyzing things. Eventually he came to the conclusion that he would not go to school tomorrow, and maybe not the next day either. Maybe he would never go back.

When Cassy and Catherine went up to Cassy's room the first thing out of Catherine's mouth was, "That wasn't funny Cassy!"

Catherine was obviously angry with her, but Cassy could figure out why. She was actually congratulating herself on a job well done and she knew Fredy would be doing the same.

"It wasn't meant to be funny," Cassy pointed out. Catherine was still glaring at her.

"What Cath," Cassy said. "I think things turned out well."

"Everything exploded in our faces Cassy. Warrick's not gonna sit at our table any more. He might not even talk to any of us again. We just blew our friends ship."

Cassy looked at Catherine, utterly bewildered now. "What are you talking about?"

"You did a great job," Catherine continued, sarcasm spread as thick as honey.

"Cath-" Cassy started. Everything was going horribly wrong. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. It just wasn't. catherine was supposed to have a smile on her face and waiting happily for tomorrow. She wasn't supposed to be angry or upset or anything like that. This was spinning way out of Control and Cassy could hardly hand on.

"You and Fredy wreaked everything," Catherine continued. Now Cassy could see the tears in her friend's eyes. Cassy had never before seen catherine cry. Cassy saw this girl get beat bloody by a crazed ex of hers and not shed a single tear.

"Everything," Catherine continued, the tears flowing down her cheeks. It was frightening sight, seeing Catherine cry. Cassy almost couldn't bring herself to believe it. Then she reminded herself that she was Catherine's best friend. She hugged Catherine's sobbing frame. At first Catherine struggled, not wanting Cassy touching her. But Cassy held on and Catherine relaxed in her friend embrace, but continued to cry.

"We'll fix it," Cassy whispered in her friend's ear. "We'll fix things I promise."

When the Nerd Squad and Greg's sisters got home it was about 11:30. The house was asleep. Everyone rushed to change into their pajamas and wash the makeup off their faces. Then they moved to the living room. They had set this room up before with all the sleeping bags and what not, before the went trick or treating.

Kiley found the sleeping bag Greg had let her borrow. She got in it and feel asleep almost instantly. Archie did the same. The sleeping bags were all spread out, and Sara's and Greg's were on opposite sides of the room. Lila had done that on purpose.

"Night guys," Sara called out softly to the room before getting into her bag.

Greg was the only one who replied. "Don't let the beg bugs crawl up your legs and bite you on the-"

"Good night Greg," Lila said cutting her brother off.

Shouting. She could hear shouting. "Bitch. Lazy slut." That was her Father's voice. Calm and collected, completely in control.

"No, Please no!" That was her mother's voice. Frantic and panicky. Shouting and scared.

Sara threw off the covers of her little bed. Her room, normally bight and colorful, looked so dark and scary in the night. She opened her bedroom door softly and crept down the hall. She was frightened herself. She hated hearing her parents fight. She walked slowly to her parent's bedroom. The door was ajar and she could see them.

Her mother's face was bruised and bloody. Her father was standing over her. Sara crept a little closer. Then she saw a glint of metal. in her mother's hand. Sara's eyes winded in fear and shock. Her mother swung the knife up and then down. In sank into her father's chest. Sara shouted, screamed and threw the door open. Her mother stabbed again and again. She actually nicked Sara on an upward swing and Sara scuttled away, pressing herself against the wall.

Sara hid her eyes with her hands, which were now bloody. She tried to block everything out. Then she heard the sirens. Sara's mother just dropped to the ground and began crying. She didn't try to hide herself or Sara, even though she could hear the sirens too. Sara was frozen to the spot and couldn't move.

The cops got there and dragged her mother away. Then one of the paramedics held Sara's hand and tried to pull the little girl to her feet. This is when things started sinking in for Sara. She struggled against the arm that held her and tried to get to her father. But strong arms wrapped around her and Sara began to cry and cry and cry.

"Sara," a voice hissed softly. Sara sat bolt upright and was going to scream but she felt a hand clamp over her mouth. Sara twisted and turned and tried desperately to get away from whoever was holding her. She was still half asleep and wasn't quite sure where she was.

"Sara," the voice hissed again. Then it all came back to Sara. She realized she was in Greg's house, not her own. She was 15 not 10, and it was Greg hissing her name.

Greg had wrapped his arms around her to stop her thrashing. He felt Sara go limp, her breathing still heavy.

"Sara," he said again. His voice was soft so as not to wake up the others.

"Greg," Sara said softly. She was aware that she wasn't in her sleeping bag anymore, and she was wet with sweat.

Greg helped her to her feet and walked her slowly to the kitchen. He turned on the light and Sara had to blink several times to get used to the amount of light flooding the room. Greg poured a glass of cold water for her and gave it to her. Sara had started shivering, and not from cold. Her t-shit and shorts clung to her moist body. Her whole body was wet with sweat as though she had climbed from a swimming pool.

Greg just sat down and waiting for her to finish her water. When she did she put it on the counter. They she had a sensation in her stomach and her throat. She rushed to the bathroom near the kitchen. She leaned over the toilet and barfed her guts out.

She knew Greg had followed her because she felt hands pull back her hair. She barfed again. She felt tears running down her cheeks. Greg rubbed her back and held her hair and he started to hum a tune that Sara didn't know the name off. Sara was no stranger to this, well the nightmares and the throwing up anyway. But usually it was Kiley holding back her hair and rubbing her back.

When she finally had nothing left in her stomach she pulled back from the toilet and collapsed on the floor. She just wanted to stay there forever. To fall asleep and not wake up.

"Come on," she heard Greg say and then she was being pulled to her feet. Greg let go of her for a moment and Sara could hear the water running.

"Take a shower okay. I'll bring you a new set of clothes," Greg said. Sara heard the door open and then close. She opened her eyes, though she didn't remember shutting them. She pealed off her clothes and stepped into the shower. It was freezing cold but she didn't bother changing the temperature. She let the water wash over her and just stood there.

After a few minutes she heard the door open and she was momentarily frozen. But she heard the door shut almost right away. Cautiously she poked her head out form the shower curtain and saw a pile of clothes that most likely belonged to Greg's sister, but they looked a little too small for them now. Sara would fit into them though.

The cold shower seemed to wake her up some. She liked the feel of the ice water running down her back. Her skin was covered in goose bumps from the cold however, and she had started to shiver again. She turned the shower off. She dried off and got dressed in the clothes Greg had brought. Shorts and a t-shirt, not that different from what she had on before.

Sara stepped out of the bathroom, into the kitchen. Greg was still sitting at the table.

"Better," he asked, looking at her with concerned eyes. Sara nodded.

"Thanks," she said. She was stuck by how mature Greg seemed all of a sudden. She was so used to seeing him as a plain goofball. A joker a clown. A really cute clown, but still. Here he was, acting much older then 8, even older then 14. He had held back her hair and made sure she washed off. He had held her when she thrashed around in her half-asleep, half-awake phase. She had never seen him act mature like this. She sat down next to him and placed her head on his shoulder.

Greg started to stroke her still wet hair. "It's almost morning," he said softly. And indeed it was. People would be asking up fro breakfast soon.

"Nightmares," he asked her. Sara almost nodded. Almost. It would've been so easy to just say it was a nightmare, to pretend there was no truth to what she had dreamed. To just get rid of it and make it seem irrelevant. But Sara knew she couldn't do that.

She shook her head. "More like a memory," She said. Sara sat up straight and Greg looked at her. Sara looked straight back at him. She took a deep breath.

"When I was ten years old...My mother killed my father. Stabbed him," Sara said. And that was that. She had told Greg the truth, she had told him her darkest secret. One sentence. But she continued. "They fought a lot. And finally my mom had it. She stabbed him...several times. The cops came...she didn't even try to run...I went into foster care. I met Kiley after tow years. And they moved us around together since then...Only good that ever came of that," Sara said the last part bitterly with an odd laugh.

Greg had a small, sad looking frown on his face. He could've told Sara that he knew all that already, or most of it anyway. But he didn't. He wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed into his shirt. She cried like she was a little girl again and Greg rested his cheek on top of her damp hair. He didn't say anything, remaining silent, but he hugged her tightly and he rocked her back and forth slowly.

Sara knew Greg wouldn't care if she never stopped crying, wouldn't Care that Sara had gotten his shirt wet. Greg was her shield right now, her protection. He was her comfort and at that moment the only thing keeping her tied to this earth. She felt like a very small child right now, and she knew Greg wouldn't care about that either. She leaned into him, making herself very small, and Greg kept holding her.

Even when all her tears dried up, she made no attempt to move and neither did Greg. Sara only extracted herself from Greg's embrace when she heard the unmistakable nosie form the other room that was people waking up. She still wasn't as strong as she was the night before. Every nightmare/memory took some of her strength away. But today, now, she had a new source of strength.

Sara stood up and went to help Greg make pancakes for the awaking people.