Author's Note: Let take one more quick look into Siobhan's head shall we…

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Since being fired Siobhan was still trying to get back into the news business. But Cat Grant's black balling was still in place. Which means as much as she'd have like to say she was making her money by way of some glamorous, important reporting gig, she was actually living off whatever she was given by her parents and usually, only when she was desperate enough to call them, and her office assistant job for a construction company. The job was literally the only thing she could get on short notice since she didn't want to put all the financial burden on Winn.

It was also a job she hated. She loathed having to walk through the sites, only to hear one ridiculous catcall after another from the guys as they commented on everything from her lips to her legs and all areas in between. She hated how she was reduced to filing away order forms, and work orders; and dealing with people over the phone. But what she hated most of all, was her boss.

The man was a total misogynist. Always calling her Honey, or Sweetheart, or Darling, or her personal favorite – Sugar pants. She hated how he tried to constantly look down her blouses when talking to her or giving her some kind of instruction. But what she hated most was the way he blatantly stared at her ass just before asking if she had a big, strong man at home to take of her, usually right before volunteering for the position if she didn't. She was at least able to stop those comments by having Winn stop by to pick her up for lunch, though he still on occasion offered his services if they ever broke up.

But she didn't have to deal with any of that today. Today she could forget about her boss, and the crews, and the cat calls, and the people over the phone; and focus on something much better – date night with Winn.

She walked into the boutique where she had found the perfect dress. Their night out wasn't a special occasion, just the two of them making some time, but she wanted to look nice anyway. She knew she really shouldn't be spending money on a new dress, but she was in here the previous week and just fell in love with it. It was a sexy little sequined cocktail dress that was black in color and a little shorter than even she was used to, but still far enough away from getting called inappropriate. In fact, the most scandalous part of the dress was the cowl neckline that dipped down to her belly button, showing off a little more than most would say was necessary. But she wanted to make sure that she completely took Winn's breath away when he saw her.

Hell, if he can even talk after seeing me in it for the first time, then I'm definitely asking for my money back, she thought as she made her way up to the sales desk.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up a dress that was having a few alterations done to it," she told the salesgirl.

"Name please," the girl asked. After telling her, the girl typed a few commands into her computer and looked back up. "Ah yes, you were having the waist brought in," she commented, taking a snide look at Siobhan's toned figure. "I'll be right back, ma'am," she added before walking into a back room.

She returned a minute later carrying a garment bag that she handed to Siobhan. Siobhan took the bag and made her way over to the dressing room to try on the dress. She checked herself out in the mirror, seeing how the garment fit from different angles to make sure that it was perfectly fitted to her. The alterations themselves were perfect in her mind. "You are going to drive that man crazy tonight," she said to herself before removing the dress and putting it back into its garment bag. After she was done zipping up the bag, she grabbed it, turned around, and stopped dead in her tracks.

Staring back at her from the mirror was a dark figure clad in black. Her hair was a mix of gray and black, mostly gray, and her face…

…Her face was like something from a nightmare – ghostly white with deep, sunken eyes that looked like they were being sucked into a dark emotionless void. Two eyes, silvery white in color with a small black iris glared at her. Despite their nearly passive state, Siobhan could see the hate in them. Against her better judgment, or maybe a sense of familiarity, she took a small step toward the mirror. The figure's cracked lips curled slightly into a sick, twisted version of a smile.

"What are…"

Siobhan didn't get to finish as the figure's hand burst from the mirror, latching onto her throat. She could feel the grip, supernaturally strong, squeezing down on her. She struggled to breathe, but the grip around her neck prevented any air from reaching her lungs. She grabbed at the figure's wrist and arm, scratching, slapping, anything she could think of to get its grip to loosen. But it never budged, never lessened its hold.

"You're mine."

The words were matter of fact and eerily calm. They were said with the authority that their truth was indisputable.

"W…what are –"

Siobhan managed to choke out.

"I'm you're end," the figure spoke.

She then started pulling Siobhan toward her, slowly and with the ease of knowing that she couldn't be stopped. Just before Siobhan came into contact with the glass, she felt herself lifted off the floor. Her feet kicked to try and find the ground.

"No. No…I don't want to," she groaned as she closed her eyes and did her best to turn her head away.

She didn't know what was about to happen next, but, whether by divine intervention or sheer dumb luck, she felt herself dropping back to the ground. She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror – nothing but her own reflection stared back. She crawled to the back of the dressing room, stopping only when her back hit the wall. She tried to catch her breath, her hand rubbing her neck to relieve the pressure.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It caused her to jump slightly and almost scream, but her voice still wouldn't come out of her throat. There was another knock followed this time by, "Ma'am, is everything alright?"

What's happening to me, Siobhan thought as she tried to find the ability to answer.

Siobhan was still a little freaked over her ordeal at the dress shop, but as evening approached she did her best to force the experience out of her mind and focus on the night ahead. She pulled up to the restaurant, gave the valet the keys, and walked up to the host.

"Hi, I'm here to meet someone – Schott, party of two." The host looked into his book and began to lead her to where he'd sat Winn when he arrived, after a small request from her.

Winn stood as he saw Siobhan coming. He smiled as he saw her approaching. She'd put her long brown hair into an elegant sideways ponytail that draped over her right shoulder. He couldn't see her dress due to the coat she was wearing over it, but knowing his girlfriend the way he did, he knew she would look amazing.

"May I now take your coat, ma'am?" the host asked once they reached the table.

"Yes," she answered. She then turned to face the host, took off her coat and handed it to him. She noticed his eyes widen and travel her figure as it became revealed. She smiled proudly at that reaction, hoping Winn's would be even more pronounced. "Thank you," she smiled to him, her only thought being, go ahead and look at what the man behind me gets to touch.

Winn moved in to kiss her, stopping dead in his tracks once she turned around. He felt his pulse quicken, his mouth go dry, and the way he started to overheat in his suit, he felt like the temperature in the room had gone up a few degrees. Siobhan saw him gulp hard along with his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"S…ba…um…," he stuttered, his brain unable to put together a coherent sentence.

"I take it you like the dress, baby?" she asked rhetorically. Winn nodded dumbly. Siobhan laughed demurely, though she was jumping for joy on the inside, elated that she'd gotten such a strong reaction out of her boyfriend. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered to him after separating.

They sat down after Winn was able to get his feet to move without stumbling over himself in his daze. The dinner itself went as well as hoped, with the two of them eventually talking about their day, about the little things bothering them, and about the nonsense that only made sense to them. "You know Kara mentioned that you stopped by," Winn told her.

"She did, did she?" Siobhan asked nonchalantly, though she was mentally preparing herself for Winn to come to some kind of defense of the little sweater set wearing moppet, completely certain that Kara had told him about the last thing she said to her.

"Yeah, said you came by to try and go out for lunch."

"Thought it'd be a nice little surprise," she replied, still waiting for the adorable scolding he would try and give her.

"It was, and I'm sorry, but Cat…"

"Kara told me," she interrupted him. "Something about the servers."

Winn nodded and took a drink of his wine. "I would've called, but Kara kept stopping me, something about there being a surprise and I wasn't allowed to ruin it," he told her. Siobhan watched his eyes roam over her dress and over the exposed skin she was showing off and felt a rush of heat wash over her. "I take it that dress was the surprise?" he smiled. She nodded. "Remind me to thank her on Monday," he said, causing a small eye roll from Siobhan. "Really? She helped keep your surprise."

"Fine," Siobhan groaned, "I'll give her credit for that."

"Thank you," Winn smiled at her. At the sight of that boyish smirk, Siobhan felt herself become a little light headed. "You know, she is trying to get used to the idea of us being together. You don't make that easy when…"

She heard Winn's voice trail off as she noticed something coming from the other side of the restaurant, in a direct beeline for their table – the figure from the dressing room. She tried to speak. She tried to move. She tried to get Winn's attention. But she was too frozen in fear. Winn, not noticing, or not realizing, that something was wrong, kept talking. Once the figure was in striking distance, Siobhan, in terror that made her blood run cold, watched as she grabbed Winn by the hair, lifted him from his chair until he was standing before her, and, while holding his head back, began screaming in his face. Siobhan covered her ears as she recognized the scream as the same one from the bathroom this morning, and from inside her own mind in the elevator.

Winn tried to force the figure's hand off his head, but the pain from the never ending scream practically immobilized him. Eventually, the screaming stopped; not because the figure had stopped, but because the brain numbing volume had actually rendered him deaf. He felt the grip on his hair stop and he crumpled to the ground. He shook his head in an attempt to try and hear something – anything. But it was all silence. He pressed his hands to his ears and felt moisture. When he brought them in front of his face, there was a small spattering of blood. He was so preoccupied by his sudden deafness, that he didn't notice the figure walk behind him until he felt her grip his head in her hands, one hand at his chin, and the other on the back of his skull.

"No," Siobhan yelled, momentarily getting the figures attention.

She turned and looked at Siobhan with those soulless white eyes. Siobhan could swear she saw a slight curling of her sickly white lips as, without talking her gaze off Siobhan, she gripped Winn's head, and twisted it until a loud crack was heard. When she let go, Winn fell lifelessly onto the floor, his body barely making a thud as it hit.

"Winn," she shouted, her eyes tearing up and anguish filling her voice.

Without a word, the figure stood straight and, to Siobhan's confusion, sat down in Winn's chair.

"Hello Siobhan," she said calmly. "We need to talk."

"W-what are you?" Siobhan asked in genuine terror. "Why are you following me?"

The figure let out a small, barely audible chuckle. "I'm almost hurt that you asked that. But you spend so much time running from me in here. I don't like playing hide and seek."

Siobhan felt like running, but she didn't know if this…thing would let her get very far.

"And after we had such fun together last time," the figure added.

"I…I don't know what you're –"

"Stop lying to yourself," the figure said as she stood. She sauntered over to Siobhan's side, taking her time even with such a short distance. "Think long and hard," she said in her hollow tone. She stopped when she was standing behind Siobhan. She heard Siobhan let out a choked gasp as she placed her hands on her shoulders. Siobhan could feel her lean down until her mouth was right next to her ear. "Say our name," the figure whispered.

Siobhan sat still, frozen in fear.

"Say it," the figure whispered again.

Siobhan shook her head.

"Say it." It was commanded instead of whispered.

"No," Siobhan whispered.

"Say it," the figure shouted into her ear.

"Silver Banshee."

The name was said timidly, forced out with every ounce energy she could muster. Siobhan's eyes watered as at the sound of it.

The Banshee released her hold on Siobhan's shoulders and made her way back to sitting across from her. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

Siobhan didn't answer. She didn't even move. "What do you want?" she almost sobbed.

"I want you to stop hiding from me."

"I'm…but you're –"

"More real than all this," the Banshee said in reference their surroundings. "I'm part of you, and despite your attempts to run from that, I will always find you, even through all this dreaming and wishing your heart makes. Though I will give you credit; busting through the walls that you built up using Fantasyland here – that was not easy. The emotions that the fallen prince over there musters inside you really do give you a little bit of strength against me don't they Cinderella?

'But this isn't a fairy tale, Siobhan. You don't get the happy ending, not while I'm in here with you. Because like I said before, I am a part of you, whether you like it or not," the Banshee ranted. Her eyes were filling with rage and hate, so much so Siobhan could feel the power coming off her.

"But this…this is my head," Siobhan whimpered.

"Aw, sweetie," the Banshee said condescendingly, "It's our head. And while yes, you did put up one of hell of a fight because it took everything I had to just reach out like I did inside this little fantasy of yours, I was always going to win. If you don't believe me, think back, to all the other times you've retreated to this place, to this exact moment. What color should that dress really be?"

The Banshee watched as Siobhan searched her memories of this dream. She watched as Siobhan sucked in a deep breath, only to let it out in choked gasps. Her hands came up and covered her mouth.

"What color?"

"Gold," Siobhan said weakly. "It should be gold."

"Your mine. From the moment you finally gave in to all that anger…that rage…that hate, you became MINE. The darkness in you is like nothing I've felt from anyone else this family of yours, and I have no intention of letting it go. I thought prison would be the thing that allowed me to sink my hooks into you. Who would've thought that what you really needed was a visit from Daddy to give you that last push?"

The Banshee chuckled, her lips curled into a sick caricature resembling a smile. She leaned into the table, bringing herself closer to Siobhan who wanted nothing more than to get away. She tried to will herself to wake up from this dream turned nightmare, but it wasn't working. It was just her and the Banshee now, the rest of the people having faded away.

"Welcome back, Siobhan," The Banshee whispered to her. "We are going to have so much fun together."

Siobhan felt a single tear running down her cheek. Then she heard the Banshee cackling softly, relishing her victory.