Theme: #35 – Dream
Summary: He was close now and she was sure his implants could pick up how loud her heart was thudding.
Word Count: 784

A.N: Dillon and Summer were one hot couple. Like whoa. If only it hadn't been a kids show! This is set after the end of 'Belly of the Beast'.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.

The Garage had fallen silent since everyone had gone to bed. Everyone save for Dillon, who was bent over the engine of his car, working quietly. Summer knew he would not be sleeping, so she slipped out of her room and down to greet him. Of course he looked up when she approached; there was no taking him by surprise. His Venjix implants had given him heightened senses after all.

"Hey." He greeted her looking confused. It was late and he had expected her to be sleeping. Summer smiled in reply and stopped in front of him. She wanted to talk to him and confront the fact that they had almost kissed that afternoon in the burning factory. She wanted to tell him how she felt and she wanted him to say that he returned her feelings. Yet, after having rehearsed what she was going to say several times since they had returned to The Garage, Summer now found that words failed her and her mouth as dry as the wasteland on the other side of the Dome's shield.

"Something bothering you?" Dillon laughed and wiped his hands clean on a rag. He dropped the bonnet of the car as softly as he could before leaning on it, relaxed and waiting for her reply.

"I wanted to check you were okay." Summer said after stammering for a few moments.

"I'm fine." His tone was casual, though his features had hardened. He had been so close to finding his sister only to be disappointed again, of course he was not okay.

"I also wanted to talk about what…happened…" Summer was now avoiding his eyes. At this, Dillon pushed himself from the car bonnet and stepped towards her. Did she imagine the swagger in his slow, deliberate steps? She definitely didn't imagine the smirk. "And what happened, exactly?"

"You…saved me…" He was close now and she was sure his implants could pick up how loud her heart was thudding.

"You needed saving…" He was still coming closer. Summer could smell the leather of his jacket now.

"And then…the fire got put out…" Summer was now having trouble forming sentences. He was impossibly close.

"Very fortunate…"

"Then you…we almost…" She forgot what she was going to say.

"Kissed?"

"Ye-" He cut her off when he caught her mouth with his. In a matter of seconds, when the shock had worn off, Summer's arms were around his neck, pulling herself flush against him. Dillon attacked her mouth with such intensity as months of building lust was finally released. With his lips still on hers, Dillon turned her and lowered Summer down onto the car's bonnet. She gasped when his lips found her pulse point and she gripped his upper arms as he continued to keep her pinned down, though she certainly was not complaining.

Summer woke with a start. Her heart was beating erratically and she had to blink several times to orientate herself. It was morning; she was in her bedroom with its pale yellow walls and simple furniture. It had been a dream. She huffed out a breath and swallowed. It had seemed so real, it was impossible to believe that it had been a dream but the reality hit her when she climbed out of bed and realised that she would have to face Dillon when she left her room. Even the thought of it made her blush. She had dreamt about him before but never had they escalated to anything more than a quick kiss.

"Morning," he greeted her in his usual manner as she slid onto a stool in the kitchen and kept silent.

"You okay?" Dillon's brow creased in concern as he sat down with his breakfast. As soon as he did, Summer was out of her seat again. He looked at her in confusion until she moved towards the fridge. "I'm fine – I didn't sleep all that well." She hoped the temperature of the fridge would lower her own; her face was flushing as she recalled the way he had growled in her ear and the way his hands had moved across her with such determination. It was a dream, she kept repeating in her head. It was only when Dillon came to stand next to her that she realised he had been talking.

"Are you sure you're all right?" He flashed a confused smile as Summer blinked up at him. Heavens, he even smelled how she remembered.

"You…um…-" Thankfully Summer was cut off by the alarm. Dillon shook his head and winked before sprinting off to the lab, leaving Summer in a daze. His damn not-spandex, spandex suit wasn't going to do anything to help her forget her dream.