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Mason and George looked at Daisy's thrashing form, she was screaming incoherently and kicking her feet.

"Mason. We have to wake her!" George started towards the bed, but Mason stopped her.

"No. I'll wake her."

"Mason?" Surprised, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Go back to bed George. I'll wake her." he reassured her.

Reluctantly, George walked out of the room and quietly closed the door.

Mason looked over at Daisy. She had stopped moving and yelling, and was sobbing quietly instead. Mason walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Unsure of what he should do, he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Wake up." He whispered hesitantly. No response.

"Daisy! Wake up!" he gently shook her.

That did it. She bolted upright with a startled gasp. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps and she was trembling violently.

"Shh. Daisy it's alright, it's alright! I'm here." he soothed.

She looked at Mason sitting next to her. She frowned slightly, unsure of why he was there.

"Mason...what?" her voice sounded hoarse from screaming.

"You were shouting and crying in your sleep. I woke you."

Daisy wrapped her arms around her stomach. She leaned forward as a wave of nausea passed over her. This nightmare; even though it was the exact same night mare from the night before, had been more intense.

And as much as she tried to keep her emotions under control in front of Mason, it was not working. She could not shake the heavy feeling of dread which threatened her control. Daisy shut her eyes tight and breathed in deep, shaky breaths. It was the only thing she could do to keep from screaming out.

Mason looked at her in worry. Thoughts raced through his mind. 'Why is Daisy so upset? Why was she screaming for help? What could be so terrible that she won't talk to me or George?'

"Daisy..do you want to talk about it? Because it might help to..to, you know. Talk about it..."he asked.

She shook her head. "No Mason, I'm fine." her voice wavered towards the end.

She wasn't ready to talk about her nightmare to anyone. Especially Mason. Not yet. She wasn't ready to tell him about her death. How she burned to death in a theatre costume room, what she felt when she realized noone was coming to her rescue, or how terrified and cold she felt in her heart as that blanket of smoke smothered her, killing her.

Yet, she was grateful for his company. She didn't like being alone. But he always made her feel safe. Sure, he was either drunk or high most of the time, and yeah he screwed up a lot...but when it mattered, he could be the most understanding, and caring person she knew. But she would never let him know how much she thought of him. Not yet.

Mason put a comforting hand on her back and realized how badly she was trembling.

"God Daisy...your trembling! I'll go get you some water." he got up and headed to the kitchen.

She took a deep breath, trying to get the nightmare off her mind before Mason came back.

"I have to stop letting this stupid nightmare get to me. It's done! It's been done for the last sixty-seven years! Why is it making me feel like this NOW! I don't want to feel like this anymore..." she mumbled, suddenly finding herself on the verge of tears once more.

"Oh no.." she whispered as the tears started to fall once more.

'For God's sakes Daisy, get a grip! Stop being a baby!' She thought to herself. 'You should be able to control yourself better than this you are an actress, a master of deception! '

She closed her eyes tightly in a vain attempt to stem the flow of tears. It was not working.

'Stop it! You can not cry like some kind of ninny. Not in front of Mason! '

Daisy got up out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door and rested her back against it. She closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. Once she regained her composure, she flicked on the light switch and squinted against the harsh brightness that flooded her vision.

Once she got used to the light, she walked over to the mirror. She sighed. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying and her face was covered in a this film of sweat and tears. She reached over and grabbed a cloth from the towel rack and wet it. She wiped her face. The water was cool and soothing against her raw skin.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Daisy. Are you ok in there?"

She cleared her throat and answered, "I'm fine. Just freshening up a bit!" she called back.

"Oh great." she muttered.

Mason handed her the glass of water When she walked out of the bathroom. But she shook her head.

"Thanks Mason, but I think I'll have some coffee instead." she said as she headed out to the kitchen. George was sitting at the table.

"Oh. Good morning Georgia."

"There is some coffee left if you want some." said the teenager.

Daisy sat down at the table with George.

"Well, I think I'll be heading off back to bed now." Yawned Mason. "Night Georgie, night Daisy."

He started to walk towards the living room, but stopped halfway.

"Daisy are you going with us to the waffle house with me and George tomorrow?"

"No. Tomorrow, I think I will go shopping."

George looked at Daisy incredulously.

"Daisy, there is two feet of snow on the ground out there. How are you going to get to the mall?"

"Oh right. Well then, I'll spend my day at home, catching up on my reading." Daisy frowned.

"Georgia dear, it just occurred to me how early it is. Why are you up?"

"Because I can't get back to sleep. Why are you up?"

George looked Daisy in the eye. She didn't want some bullshit 'I can't sleep' answer, she wanted the truth.

"I couldn't sleep... it's too cold in my room." Daisy hoped that answer would satisfy George.

"Oh really?" George crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"Yup." Daisy said as she fidgeted with the handle of the coffee mug.

George shook her head and sighed.

"Daisy...you want to know the real reason I am up? Because you were screaming in your sleep. You were having a nightmare, obviously a really bad one."

"And if I did? Jesus what's the big deal Georgia?"

"The big deal is that this isn't the first time you were screaming in terror in your sleep! It happened last night too!"

"Ok Georgia, So I had a bad dream. Will you just drop it? I'm fine!"

"No Daisy I am not going to 'drop it' because I'm worried about you! And so is Mason!"

George was almost yelling now as her impatience grew.

"What is up with you Daisy! You have been acting oddly lately, and all I want to know is why!" George yelled.

"Georgia just leave me alone!" Daisy yelled back "A nightmare or two never hurt anyone, especially me. I am FINE! Now will you just leave me alone ok? Besides...it's complicated and...and I really don't want to talk about it." Her voice was almost a whisper towards the end.

Daisy got up and quickly left the kitchen, leaving George to herself.

A/N: Sorry for the wait but work got in the way of things. But the next chapter is under way now. So hopefully it will be up within a week or two.