AN: To put it simply DNRL is written for Ygure on Deviantart check her out! She is amazing. I am posting it on this from my DA account to make it easier for people to get to :) Enjoy!


Her breathing was ragged as she shot up on the couch. She quickly looked around to be sure where she was. sweat still dripped from her face as she breathed in and out deeply trying to gather her mind back. Heather swung her feet off the couch and put her head in her hands. It was useless to think the nightmares would go away. But still she ran a hand through her hair and got up walking to the bathroom. She turned on the cold water on the sink and stared at it. She stared trying to focus her thoughts. Heather took in a deep breath as she filled her hands with water and splashed her face with it. She bent over the sink to be sure not to take a mess. She reached for the small hand towel but as she looked into the mirror something didn't look right. She looked closer and saw black veins forming on her neck and her skin turning pale. She panicked as she felt a wallowing pain wash over her. It was deep within her stomach but it brought her to her knee's and she could only hold her stomach and head as a familiar pain seemed to make her head pulse. She tried her best not to scream or make noise so Rebecca wouldn't wake up. It was nearly impossible.

But the bathroom door swung open And Heather could tell that the veins where gone in a flash second because the pain she felt from them was to. "Cheryl!" Rebecca yelled as she knelt in front of her to assess what was wrong. She was holding her head... with a closer look she could tell Heather's head was bleeding, specifically above her left eye with an open gash that would probably need to be stitched. "Move your hand. Come on I just need to see if your bleeding there to." Rebecca's tone had turned serious and professional. Heather did as she said. The look on Heather's face was that of almost a scared to death child's. Rebecca put the hand towel over Heather's gash to stop the bleeding. "Hold this there and keep pressure. Stay put." Rebecca demanded her as she ran to her bedroom to get her first aid kit.

Heather blinked her eyes to try to get her vision back from her right eye but the gash had blurred her vision. She still did as Rebecca said but she sat back with her back against the bathtub and her knees propped up. She felt stupid for letting Rebecca see her like this but then again she was thankful because she truly didn't know how to take care of herself sometimes. "Rebecca...?"

"Don't worry I'm back." Rebecca appeared through the door and set the kit beside Heather as she got on her knee's. She shook her head and removed the towel from the gash. "Damn...that's bad..." She grabbed a small cloth and but something on it. Heather looked St the bottle. "oh it's something to help clean the wound. Don't worry." Heather held the cloth on her gash and felt it burn a little and sting but acted like it was nothing. "I don't see any other injury...you hurt anywhere else?" Heather shook her head. "Okay we'll have to go to the table for me to stitch up your wound there. A pretty little gash." Rebecca shock her head and sighed.

"I think it deserves a Tiara." Rebecca chuckled.

"You don't bleed long. I mean with a gash like that I'd still be bleeding for a few minutes. Ya know I actually almost called 911 but I remembered you'd do them more harm then what you have." Heather groaned and sighed. Rebecca offered her hand to Heather. Heather took it and let her help her up. Heather tried to let go but Rebecca kept their hand locked. "Nope. Your gash and a possible concussion you could fall or faint at any time so shut up." Rebecca demanded.

"You sure your not just making an excuse to hold my hand?" Rebecca shook her shoulders and guided Heather to a chair. Heather sat down and sighed as Rebecca removed the cloth and smiled.

"Medical thread and medical needle. Bwahah." Rebecca smiled as she sat them on the table. "Okay close both your eyes."

"Why?" Heather had become curious and suspicious. Close her eyes? Why?

"Just do it!" Rebecca demanded. She wasn't sure if Heather was afraid of syringe needles or not..but what heather didn't see couldn't scare her. She would prefer to use a numbing agent so she wouldn't hurt her. As soon as Heather closed her eyes Rebecca found a perfect spot and injected The numbing agent near her gash in a mere seconds. Heather opened her eyes and gave Rebecca a rough look. "What? I don't know if your scared of these things." She tossed the syringe into the trashcan and smiled. "It was something to numb the area that your gash is in so that I won't hurt you. You ready?" Heather nodded and held still for Rebecca.

"Yeah sure." Heather said trying not to cringe as he felt the needle touch her skin. It was virtually painless and slow but she definitely felt pressure. But she just kept looking at Rebecca's calm face. Her features where soft and beautiful. Her concentration was completely on what she was doing. But Heather couldn't help but look at her. She was beautiful the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen...it made her heart pound a little. She figured it was just a little crush it'd go away but then again...

"All done!" Rebecca smiled. She noticed Heather's lock on her. "What?" She asked curiously. But Heather shook her head. "Okay...? Well what happened?"

"A kangaroo fell from the sky."

"Heather! I'm serious." Rebecca demanded. After all she was the only one to help her.

"I'm sorry I woke you." Heather apologized. From her tone and the look in her eyes...she meant it.

"Shut up. Don't apologize. seriously!" Rebecca meant it. She couldn't understand why Heather would apologize all the time and it was annoying but she had to accept it and tell her to shut up and try to get her to stop.

Rebecca watched Heather closely biting her own lip as Heather put her leg on the seat to lay her head on. With a heavy sigh Heather relaxed and stared into open space and thinking to herself. Rebecca took a deep breath and grabbed her hand. "Rebecca-?" Heather was being lead to her balcony.

"I want to show you something." Rebecca reassured her. It was dark outside but soothing to them both. Rebecca gestured for her to sit on the edge with her. The only thing keeping their body from falling was the railing. the bottom bar was inches enough up from the ground for them to slip their legs under. Heather hesitantly obliged Rebecca and sighed. "I remember, when we first met at the train station. I ran into you and you gave me a pissed off look and told me to watch where I was going. I told you to piss off if you where going to be like that but when that Guy harassed me you scared him off." Heather nodded and looked down to the ground seeing the street below them. Rebecca looked at her waiting to get her attention. "I remember reading your profile when you came in for your first session. All of those things it said, delusional, paranoid among a lot of other things and you know.." Heather looked at her still clearly upset. "I have seen all of those things and felt them but I have never seen someone so calm, smart, clear minded, sarcastic, secretive, troubled, caring, and someone with problems she won't tell about."

"Thanks..But all those things you read are true." She looked down at her bare feet trying not to make eye contact. If she did that then Rebecca would see how she felt.

"I mean it Heather, you can tell me anything. I swear I'm here for you, anything at all." Rebecca told her the truth. She'd do anything if it meant Heather was happy. She knew Heather wasn't the kind to open up easily but she was worried about what happened tonight.

"I say stupid shit. I do stupid shit. I am fucked up in the worst sense of the word. I am dangerous you have no idea but what happened tonight...Isn't anything new to me. You just wouldn't believe me Becca." Rebecca opened her mouth to say something but closed it again and watched Heather intently. She was avoiding eye contact and Rebecca didn't like this at all. This wasn't the Heather she knew. What was going on with her? It was worrying and bugging her.

Rebecca grabbed her and made Heather face her. It was a solemn, lonely, and sad look in her eyes. Rebecca gently rubbed her cheek and smiled. "Just know I do care and I'm here for you. I'd believe anything you tell me." Heather moved her face away gently and looked back down at the street.

It was foreign to her..the care. The only person who truly cared about her was her father. She couldn't help but worry about what would happen to Rebecca. Rebecca sighed and frowned at her. She knew it must be frustrating for Rebecca to care do much but Heather act like nothing was wrong. "So...what tragic thing happened to you?" Stupid! such a stupid question! She was such an idiot sometimes. Rebecca just smiled and stood up avoiding the question. She motioned for Heather and Heather followed willingly.

Rebecca pulled her into a tight hug. Heather was slightly taken back by the movement. Rebecca did it to try to reassure her friend that everything would be okay. But Heather felt guilty and uneasy instead. How do you tell someone so important like her what she had been through and all the stuff she probably wouldn't believe? How could you tell her what you truly feel? She looked at Rebecca and blinked. Rebecca was blushing and it was adorable! Heather felt the need to lean forward into her.

"Heather...?" Heather murmured a hmm. "Y...your hand.." Heather's cheeks flushed red as she realized what she did without noticing. She was at a loss of words to her actions. Heather didn't even move. Heather had pulled her in closer, wrapped an arm around her and the other was holding onto her below the waste resting on her- "Oh my God." Heather managed with flushed cheeks redder then ever. "I-" She let go of Rebecca who jumped backwards resting her hands in her back pockets. "Touched your ass...I'm so sorry Rebecca." Heather tried but Rebecca put a hand up and stopped her.

"No it's okay it's a pretty good ass.." Rebecca tried to joke. Both of them where to embarrassed to actually laugh. Rebecca nodded nervously and smiled shyly. "Um I'm going to bed..night." Rebecca tried walking through the door but she ran into the door frame. "I'm okay!" She exclaimed before disappearing into her room.

Heather sat on the couch and sighed. She felt so damn stupid. She couldn't believe what she did. She'd never done that before. She had never done a lot before though. But Rebecca must hate her now, she can't believe it. But Rebecca looked so adorable blushing. Heather groaned and flung back as she was frustrated with herself. "Stupid. So stupid!" But why did she care? Because Rebecca meant everything to her. Rebecca didn't know it but Heather had affection for her but was embarrassed to tell her. It didn't matter right now because she had embarrassed Rebecca. But Rebecca...she was so, perfect! Her eyes, skin, everything was beautiful. She was probably the most gorgeous woman Heather had ever seen. "I'm an idiot." She told herself and believed it. She laid back down and threw the covers over head. "Fuck..."

Rebecca took a deep breath and tried to relax. She couldn't..She still felt Leathers hands. She liked how they felt. She eased back into her bed and closed her eyes. If anything she could sleep the night away...hopefully.

Come on sleepy head. Wakey." Heather groaned and muttered her a no. Rebecca giggled and sighed happily. "We have things to do silly." She pulled the covers off of Heather but as an instant reaction Heather pulled them back up over her face and refused to get up. She could hear Rebecca's radio playing but still wouldn't move. "If you don't I'll sit on you." Rebecca warned. She would do it to without warning and she had a feeling she'd have to do it to.

"No." Heather told her and sighed. Heather was to tired from last night to care what she did. She was tired and wanted to sleep. She wasn't getting up and that was final with her.

"Okay I warned you." Rebecca smiled wildly and plopped onto Heather. She ending up sitting on Heathers stomach which in return earned her a grunt, and irritated look from Heather. It just made her smile bigger and she wiggled a little. "Comfy?" Heather sarcastically nodded. "Good. My ass still what you want?" Heather raised an eyebrow.

"You have no idea." It took her a couple of seconds to realize what she said as Rebecca laughed at her. "No...I didn't mean it like that." Rebecca nodded and laughed more. Heather groaned in frustration and tried to move Rebecca but Rebecca kept her ground. She was persistent at least and really stubborn. She was also extremely smart and figured Rebecca could out smart her.

"Gonna get up and get dressed?" Heather shook her head no. Rebecca raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Okay next I'm gonna tickle you." Heather laughed at her not believing it. It may have been hard for people to believe but Rebecca could hold her own and was sure she could handle Heather. "Oh really?" Heather nodded and gave her a plain look. Heather was serious as Rebecca could tell. She put a hand on Heather's side and smiled. "You sure?" as Heather said something Rebecca begun to tickle her. Heather squirmed and moved underneath her.

Heather tried not to laugh or squirm to much. She instead made an irrational movement. In a moments noticed out of the laughing and moving she pinned Rebecca to the wood floor with her arms pinned above her head and Heather sitting onto of her. Heather smiled at her as the awkward silence set in. When Heather saw a tinge of hope in Rebecca's eyes and a spark she felt she sat up quickly keeping her eyes on Rebecca's. "Sorry.."

"Stop apologizing! seriously! Besides at least I got you out of bed." It wasn't exactly how she pictured it but she was glad she got her out of bed either way. it was kind if awkward this position they where in and Rebecca's mind wandered among things but hey it's better then nothing. "From me to you your stopping me through you," She sung along to the lyrics of the song. She propped herself up on the floor with her elbows. "we have breakfast at the cafe down the street so get dressed." Heather gave her a reluctant look. "That's an order!" Rebecca winked.

"Yes captain obvious!" Heather saluted as she got up. Rebecca shook her head but took Heather's hand to get up. "Fine I'm getting dressed. Just don't be a peeping Tom...or Becca."

"Becca...? I like it." She smiled. It was catchy and suited her nicely. "There's new clothes in the bathroom for you I went shopping and thought you could do with a new outfit." Heather nodded as she put her hand on the bathroom door nob. "I'm not sure if you'll like it or not. I think you'll look good but whatever you want."

Heather looked at the clothes on the sink counter and sighed. She should at least try them for Rebecca. There where blue jeans, shoes, a gray shirt, socks, and a white hoodie much like the one she used to own years ago before her dad died but the only difference was this one was lighter had fewer pockets and it was brand new. Actually it was appealing to her oddly though she was one who liked plain clothes. She put on the jeans to find them a nice fit. The socks and shoes where comfy. The shirt felt nice, smooth and she liked it. The jacket was comfortable but felt like something you would wear in fall or spring under a coat or jacket just to keep warm. She didn't look in the mirror but she hated looking into mirrors. It was almost a deep fear, hell it was. She would only look if she had to really had to. She was still tired and yawned as she stretched before walking out.

"See you look nice!" Rebecca smiled and Heather nodded. 'actually you look better then nice' she thought to herself. She had one last thing.. "Here." Rebecca handed her a leather jacket.

"Thanks.." Heather said suspiciously and took it. It was in black leather also it felt and looked expensive. She looked at the back. It had white tribal art wings and above it it said 'Demente' and below it it said 'ángel' She guessed it meant demented angel. but it really was a nice jacket...she loved it really. "Wow.."

"Like it? I had it specially made for you. It means insane angel in Spanish. The only other language I know." Rebecca laughed. Heather opened her mouth to say something. "No don't. believe me I have more money then what I know how to deal with. It's a friendly gesture okay?" Heather nodded and put it on with a smile.

"I love it thank you so much." Rebecca nodded with a smile.

"Okay come on insane angel I'm hungry! Lock the door on your way out." Heather was tossed the keys and she did so as they left the apartment.

It was beautiful and sunny outside. Heather liked it and was glad they where walking instead of driving. Heather noticed Rebecca was wearing a skirt in the cold weather. It made her laugh silently. Rebecca really didn't like to follow rules did she? maybe that's why she and her boss didn't get along well. She knew they fought but never about what. "You...look nice." Heather told her from behind. Rebecca stopped and smiled at her. It was definitely good but god did she look good. It was making Heather uncomfortable but Heather could handle it.

"Thank you kindly." She said waiting for Heather to catch up. She walked beside her friend and smiled. "That means a lot thank you very much." Heather nodded and kept silent. Heather looked good to but to Rebecca she always did. There was just something about her that sparked her interest among other things. If they had met in high-school or even college then she was sure they wouldn't be friends. She was glad they met the way they did. Heather was so calm and collected. It was cool to see because she knew people who would blow up in an instant for nothing. She was genuinely intrigued by Heather. "Here we are!" Rebecca chimed making Heather jump a little. Heather held the door open for her. "Why thank you." She smiled and walked in with Heather in tow.

"No problem." She replied and sat in front of Rebecca in a Booth seat. "I thought this was a cafe? looks more like a diner." Rebecca pointed to the sign that displayed the name. It was called 'the cafe' how original. "Okay I didn't expect that." Heather admitted.

"Yeah the owner said it was just to throw people off. It's kind of funny but it's a good place to eat." The food and service had always been decent and she liked it alot. It reminded her of the diner in Raccoon. She shook the thought and smiled at Heather. "It empty here for now. The way I like it."

"Survivor!" a country accent interrupted heather as she was about to speak. Rebecca turned to see who it was. It was the owners daughter who greeted them with a smile. "How ya doing survivor?" Her hair was thick blonde, pulled back, she she wore a casual black shirt and jeans.

"I'm good thanks Jeanne. How's you and the old Guy?" She asked respectively. Heather just watched as the two talked and got a feeling that Jeanne had a thing for Rebecca.

"Dad's doing better. but hey that's for another time. What can I get for ya?" Rebecca smiled warmly and opened her mouth to talk. Heather zoned out on what they where talking about.

Heather focused on the clouds outside. She thought. One: how was Becca walking around acting fine on her foot? two: who was the Guy that hit her? three: who was this woman? and four: what did she mean by survivor? Her mind just raced as she thought about it all. Something gave her a chill feeling and it wasn't because it was cold outside. She watched the clouds slowly float away. It was unusually soothing to her.

"Sugar," The woman spoke to Heather grabbing her attention. "What can I get ya?" Heather smiled a little.

"just eggs scrambled, tea, and the newspaper thank you." The woman nodded and wrote it down. Heather notices her hands where shaking. Not nervously but maybe it was nerve damage or a medical condition? Rebecca was a doctor. Rebecca was a lot of things.

"Sure thing. Give the cook a minute he's a bit slow today." Both girls nodded and she happily walked to the kitchen. Heather noticed a slight limp in her walk but just slightly. It made her shaking hands seem more plausible. Heather guessed she was in an explosion. She came back and gave Heather a newspaper before disappearing again.

Heather skipped to the page about the accident Rebecca was in. 'James Mcgowry arrested a mere two days ago was accused of attempt at murder, GTA, and man slaughter. He stole a school with twenty kids in it and attempted to run it through Second Avenue intending to kill all the kids on board and a few other people. He claims he did it 'so God can be born again, don't let the forsaken mother touch him!' The police have him detained for further questioning later today. But it was confirmed he is not mentally stable. Something definitely was right at all. This guy was insane but she had a feeling he was talking about her. There where only two things that made sense. He was from Silent Hill, or he was so mental he didn't give a shit, or both.

"Heather." Heather looked up at Rebecca. "Food." She pointed to food in front of them. Heather nodded and put the paper down to eat. Heather looked a little bit upset and distraught. "You okay?" Heather nodded and continued to eat. Rebecca didn't believe her at all but she let it go. She watched her closely as they ate in silence. She was worried especially about last night. 'it's nothing new to me' what was that supposed to mean? Maybe the longer she knew her the more she would find out. It still concerned her about last night. Looking at the wound she'd sown up she guessed would turn into a scar. "You sure?" Heather nodded.

"What's after this doc?" Rebecca laughed. Heather smiled.

"Well don't you have college? I have to meet Chris tomorrow otherwise I'm just going to be waiting at home for you. My life is so boring." Rebecca laughed and Heather shook her head trying not to laugh. Sometimes Rebecca truly did believe that her life was boring considering Chris kept her from doing what she wanted. But now that she knew Heather she wasn't sure she wanted to put her life on the line like that.

Heather sighed as she drew not minding her teacher any attention. He was talking and she wasn't listening but then again she never did. He was pretty much an idiot in Literature and anyone could tell. They didn't get along very well but all the other female students went crazy over him. Tall dark and handsome to them. To her he was just another asshole who probably took advantage of the students. She was trying to Major in literature because at least she could write scripts or poems or something of the sort.

"Ms. Mason." He said happily realizing she wasn't caring. "Ms. Mason!" Her head turned in his direction with a hateful look. "Is something boring you? or is your personal agenda more important then my class? you might learn somethin-"

"No I won't. For the simple fact that my teacher is a raging idiot." She replied without thinking. The class gave a commotion about the fact he didn't have a cone back. She didn't care she hated college...at least this university and wanted to go home or some place else just not here. He looked at his watch.

"Alright times up. Everyone have a pleasant weekend and I expect reports on Monday. Heather you stay I need to talk to you." As everyone left she sighed and walked up to his desk. "What exactly is your problem?"

"Besides the fact your not teaching us anything except what we've learned in elementary? Nothing." She told him. He laughed and shook his head.

"Fair enough." She begun to walk away. "Wait. Feel like...staying and talking?"

"I'm not some little number you can fuck and run. I'm not like that. I'm taken." Well her being taken was a lie but she was glad she walked out quickly before he could say something else. That was her last class of the day and it was 2:00 p.m. NOW she could go home and find Rebecca burning the house down. She laughed at the thought. Rebecca could cook but sometimes she'd burn something. It was cute and it made her laugh as long as she didn't burn herself. As she walked she thought about it.

Maybe she should teach Rebecca how not to burn things if it was possible. Rebecca would pay attention to something else completely forgetting about what she was cooking. It was cute. It really was but she was cute altogether. Her smile was warming and her eyes...everything was just perfect to her. She smiled thinking about it but her stomach did twists and turns almost. She liked Rebecca a lot she just didn't know how much she liked her. Rebecca meant a lot to her but she knew she didn't have a chance. Rebecca was way to good for her..and frankly she didn't care that she felt something for another woman.

"Thank God!" Rebecca exclaimed as Heather walked through the door. She had almost nothing to do and was completely bored all day. Well for at least the five hours.

"Bored?" Rebecca sighed and nodded as Heather sat beside her in the couch.

"At least now we can do something." Rebecca smiled.

"Like?"

"Well for one...I don't know it's just so damn boring!" Heather laughed.

"Okay. Whatever you want to do 'hero' okay?" Rebecca nodded and begun to think. It was awesome to have Heather now. The others...they just didn't give her any actual attention it would be about how Rebecca should live and how she should do this or that but never about the good things she did.