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A/N: Thank you to Mcshnee for eiditing this chapter and everyone else should thank her sa well.

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Ch 6: Agreeing

"They are the worst. It's a constant reminder… or really a re-living." I was quiet for a moment wondering if I should tell him about the dreams.

"Tell me." Ranger said softly, an almost command but still leaving me room to refuse.

I leaned back and looked him in the eyes. Yup, his ESP is back. I leaned back on the arm of the couch and put my legs over Ranger's lap. His hand went to my thigh and started stroking in a comforting way.

Sure Ifelt a bit awkward, but it felt good. And it was like he wanted me to continue. So I did.

"They always start out different - lately anyway. I'm doing something ordinary like going shopping or picking up a pizza…and then wherever I am, the number of people there start to increase. Soon their faces change and suddenly they're grabbing at me…ripping my clothes off me. I'm crying and screamingbut there's no sound."

I was staring at the ceiling now; I couldn't stand to look at Ranger – I didn't want to see his reaction. "Then the scenery changes completely and I'm back in the Slayer's playground."

I was quiet for a moment; the movement of Ranger's hand had stilled. I could tell he was staring at me.

"You don't have to tell me." He whispered.

I shook my head. I took a deepbreath and continued. "Then I barely have clothes on. My top is cut off, my bra is cut and hanging, my pants are off, but my underwear is still intact somehow. I'm being held down to the ground and I'm fighting, but nothing works, they have a tight grip on me. Some guy is standing over me, unzipping, then he's on top of me…" My voice cracked. Ranger's hand tightened on my thigh to the point that it was painful and I let out a squeak.

Ranger eased his grip on me. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"It's ok." I said. I was still staring at the ceiling.

"Babe." He said, his voice dead serious. "I want you to talk to the therapist."

I looked at him and his eyes were sad for a moment, was I imagining that? "I don't think I can talk to anyone yet."

"But I want you to try."

I understood what he was saying. It had been sometime now, the nightmares still haven't stopped and yesterday was the first day I had left Ranger's apartment. These can't be healthy signs. I decided to agree with Ranger for once and nodded.

He looked a little relieved, but I must be imagining that too.

A/N: Ok so that's the end. Stephanie agrees to get help… it'll all about her coming to terms right?