"You were laid out on some sort of white stone, marble I think, altar. And you were hurt." Kenzi desperately sort out Dyson's eyes, which had widened slightly with her revelation.

Running through his mind was a number of thoughts "Why would this be Kenzi's greatest fear? Was she frightened of being alone again? But she has Bo, Hale Trick, even Vex and Tamsin. Why was she shown this?" But out of his mouth came "What do you mean hurt?"

Kenzi clenched her jaw and steeled herself to go on, her hands resting on his chest as she wriggled closer. "You were hurt D-man, badly hurt. You looked like you had gone 25 rounds with a wood chipper. Your body was raw and broken."

She took a deep, ragged breath as Dyson continued to hold her, giving her comfort merely by being close. She let the breath out slowly before continuing. "Your blood was literally running off the white stone. It terrified me D. I thought..I thought you were dying." Her voice cracked betraying the state of her emotions.

Dyson hugged her tightly. "It's ok Kenz, I have you." It was becoming his new mantra for her, rather than the threat of incarceration to keep her safe. He drew a deep breath this time, inhaling her fragrance, a heady mix of vodka, cinnamon and sunflowers.

He could feel how her body was reacting to the memory of the vision. She was all stiff and angular in his arms, not her normally relaxed demeanour or her mouthy self. This experience was like drawing teeth, he usually couldn't shut her up. This had her grinding her gears in a new way.

Dyson's arms gave her the strength she needed to continue with the story. "D-man, it felt so real, I was so scared." He knew it must have been bad because Kenzi never, ever admitted to being scared of anything. "The worst of it was...was" she continued as fat tears ran down her face faster than before.

"What, Kenz, what was the worst part?" Dyson prompted her gently, his arms still holding her.

"Your voice.." she choked out "it was raspy, ruined, and just like your body." A shudder ran through her spine once more at the memory of the sound. She thought the sound of that imagined Dyson, that half alive wolf man, would haunt her for the rest of her life. But what had her more terrified was that someday the vision would become a reality.

"It's ok, you know that, don't you? You know it will never happen, right?" Dyson pried her hands away from his chest and leaned back a little so he could see her eyes, wet with tears. He was still working through the shock that her worst fear was something happening to him. He knew that when Kenzi left his side for Valhalla that he would not stay long in this world. He loved her too much to be parted from her for long. He had never considered the fact that she may indeed feel the same way about him.

He could still feel the memory in her body of what she had seen. And now as he concentrated he could smell a hint of fear in her scent. He now realised exactly how serious it was. "Nighean bhreagha," he said softly, not wanting to scare her any more "look at me." She raised her eyes slowly to his and as she did her whole body started to shake. The tremors finally overtaking her.

Dyson placed his warm hands on her shoulders, trying to anchor her in his time and space. If she could see and feel him perhaps her waking nightmare could be banished. He placed his face close to hers "Kenz it's over. I'm not leaving you."

The emotional toll that this had taken on Kenzi finally broke through the walls she had built around herself and the tears poured out of her. She was so relieved to hear Dyson say the words, even though he probably didn't mean them the way she wanted him too.

As she sat sobbing in his lap he wrapped his arms around her and said "Have a good cry, get it all out. You've been under so much pressure in the last few weeks with training and the trial, now this. It's ok nighean bhreagha , no one will ever know."

"You'll know," she managed to get out between sobs. She hated being like this with Dyson but she didn't seem to be able to stop. She wasn't one to break down in tears, even at the worst times in her life. She wanted to know what Dyson was calling her but she couldn't get the words out to ask.

"My little human," he started "you are still the strongest person I know, no matter what you do." He kissed the top of her head and held her.

Kenzi's hands slid upwards towards Dyson's shoulders and then wound themselves around his neck. She looked up at him through her dark lashes tipped with moisture. Dyson couldn't help it, she looked so beautiful, so young. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Kenzi lifted herself a little, pulling on Dyson's neck forcing him to drop his head. She still had tears on her face and as he swept his thumb over her cheek, his lips brushed over the silver trail her tears had left on the other.

When Dyson pulled back, Kenzi looked into those blue eyes, the ones that had found hers when she was released from the vision and she saw that this time they were not filled with pain but with love. Without thinking Kenzi leaned forward and pressed her soft pink lips to Dyson's. Her hand grasping the hair at the nape of his neck.

Dyson tried to pull back, not wanting to take advantage of Kenzi while she was in a vulnerable state but she was having none of it. She made a small whimpering sound and kissed him more urgently than before.

Dyson couldn't deny Kenzi any comfort that she sort from him, even if it was purely physical act on her behalf. If nothing happened now, or ever again, he would have this. He would have the memory of her sweet lips on his for all time. He went quite still but still responded to Kenz, letting her set the pace and limits of the encounter.

Kenzi knew that Dyson was only letting this happen because she had been a pathetic human and had cried all over him. He probably didn't know what else to do- words were never his strong point. And while she thought of him as a man/wolf of action, being confronted by a crying woman he was more likely to go in the opposite direction, running preferably, than being able to deal with the emotions and tears.

Kenzi would take what she could get when it came to being with Dyson. She knew it wouldn't last, how could it? She was human, he was Fae, gorgeous and hot. But at least she'd have this one moment, even if it was one of weakness, to keep locked in her heart.