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Sorry I haven't updated in forever but I decided to go on writing hiatus until school was over (that and I became obsessed with the show Charmed; what? I like it; sue me). Anyway, it's been a while so my technique might be off so forgive me if this chapter doesn't meet up to your standards…

The same, mysterious man from his other dream was there only this time, his body was replaced by the body of the monster they fought earlier. The man shivered at the sight and wrapped his arms around himself. He tried to sneak away but it was too late and the monster lunged at him, clearly wanting to tear him to shreds. He rolled away and ran for his life. He didn't know why he was running; he only knew he had to run, and he knew that if he didn't run, he/it would kill him. He panted heavily as he rounded yet another corner only to have the looming shadow of the creature hanging over him; gulping and filled with dread the young man looked up at the sky to be staring at 'it's head only much larger; it was looming over the city with a menacing snarl planted on his/it's face and turned to look directly at the terrified man. The figure screamed and shrunk to his size and attacked him. The man looked at the oncoming figure with terror and brought his arms up to defend himself, and then he screamed.

Bridge woke up with a snap. For a moment, everything seemed normal until he felt a blinding pain coming from his chest. He looked down and flinched; his lower abdomen was covered in bandages and soaked in his blood. Suddenly, Bridge felt faint and weak. He tried to sit up straight but something heavy on his arm stopped him. He looked over to see Sky sleeping soundly. Bridge couldn't help but smile. He was here the whole time? Gratitude welled up in his chest and he couldn't help but feel slightly better. Sky grumbled and yawned. He slowly stretched and didn't notice Bridge was awake yet. The blonde man blinked and started to look away; Sky did a quick double take and gawked. He blushed and asked, "U-Uh…so…how long…have you…?" Bridge grinned and chuckled. "Don't worry. Just woke up." Sky chuckled nervously and got up. "Err; well…I should get going…you know…work and all…" Bridge watched his friend go, his heart dropping ever so slightly. I wish he'd stayed longer… He sighed and lay back down. Soon, his breathing began to sound more relaxed and separated and finally, he fell asleep.

Man, what is wrong with me? Sky let out the breath of air he was holding and sank to the floor.

The blaring of the ambulances started abruptly and stopped outside the abandoned factory. Sky, Syd, Z, and the unconscious and bleeding form of Bridge were outside it, waiting anxiously for the ambulance. When the paramedics arrived with a stretcher, Sky was reluctant to let Bridge go, but he knew he had to…for Bridge's sake. The paramedics helped Bridge onto a stretcher and asked if one of them wanted to get on with them. Sky immediately complied and jumped into the truck with the paramedics. Syd and Z returned to the base in the jeep.

During the ride, Sky couldn't help worrying about Bridge. Now that he was thinking clearly, it was uncharacteristic of him to worry that much, let alone at all, worrying over Bridge of all people. Not that I don't like him…I mean I don't hate him…I mean… Sky blinked and ran his hand through his hair; the Red Ranger sighed and slowly made his way to his room, thoughts racing around in his head in a chaotic storm. He stopped in front of Bridge's room. He didn't know why but something made him stop here. He frowned and entered the dark room. Looking around for nothing in particular, his eyes sweep over every corner of his old room. He remembered how, sometimes, when neither of them could sleep, Bridge and Sky would talk until they fell asleep; it always ended up Bridge falling asleep first and then Sky would lie in his bed awaiting a response and upon hearing none would fall asleep. He smiled at some of their late night conversations.

"Hey Sky?"

"What?" Sky answered somewhat delirious. "What time is it? It better not be before five or I'll throw you out."

"Oh…" Bridge seemed to fade and shrink, Sky noticed even though it was dark.

"Hey, you ok? You seem kind of down…" Sky got up and sat at the edge of his friend's bed.

"No, it's nothing. Just thinking."

"About what? Hey wait. Is this about some girl? Ah, I see. You're depressed because you like somebody but she doesn't know?"

"What? No! It's nothing like that!" Sky noticed with a certain satisfaction that Bridge's mood lightened up, but also, he saw Bridge blush slightly. Smiling at his roommate he said,

"C'mon then. What is it? If it's not a girl then I don't see why should be so upset."

Bridge groaned. "You've got to get your priorities straight. Hey-"

Bridge shot up straight in bed. Looking at Sky strangely, he closed the gap between them until they were a finger's width apart. Sky, startled, moved back a bit. "What?"

"Since when do you talk about girls?"

"Hey, I'm still human."

"Yeah right. Could've fooled me. You act like a robot all day, and then when no one is looking, you suddenly come out of your anti-social barrier and start talking about girls? Pfft."

"This is coming from the guy who made an atomic toaster out of his computer?"

Bridge grinned and shrugged. "Look, I don't tell you how to act during the day so back off of my toaster."

"Despite the fact that it doesn't make toast and, instead, blows up in your face and leaves you smelling worse than Piggy."

Both teenagers burst out laughing, forgetting their troubles.

Sky smiled at the memory, already missing those moments together. He sat in his old bed and laid down his head on his old pillow. He tried to manage the chaos in his mind but having no success, he let his mind drift. Soon sleep captured him and he surrendered to the peaceful darkness.