A/N: Yay! New chapter! So what has happened to Loki? Well I can't tell you that per say, but you can find out by this chapter. So have fun reading about our beloved Brynjolf getting his dreams crushed, several times. Repeatedly. So I own nothing, I only own my sick twisted mind! Remember your seat belts and have a pleasant ride. On a side note rouge pup, my sister, and occasional beta, the sadistic brat she is told a full month before posting this finished chapter. Be happy I 'm not that mean. Oh this is the other half of the last chapter just to clarify any confusion.

Title: I Dream Only Of You

Chapter Four: Reality Has Stolen My Dreams

(Mercer delivering the bad news to the Guild)

Vex and a rather reluctant Brynjolf walked to the center of the Cistern to join up with Delvin and Mercer while the lower ranking thieves gathered around them. Mercer looked around to make sure they were all there before saying anything.

"What's this about Mercer?" Brynjolf asked repressing a yawn. He eyed the Guild Master with bleary eyes, somehow he knew it wasn't going to be good news, that tight not in his gut just screamed with foreboding.

"Karliah's disappeared again, but she got Loki first." Mercer said faking a pained sigh at the loss of the skilled and beloved thief. He had to rub his face in a fake show of exhaustion, to hide the grin at the echoing gasps of shock and dismay. Mercer kept his eyes locked on Brynjolf's face as the man completely froze, and shook his head blinking like an owl.

"How?" Delvin asked the question the rest of the group was thinking. Loki had said he'd been a soldier, a high ranking soldier, so everyone in the Guild had known that he would be a formidable enemy in battle so how did he die?

"Kerliah must have poisoned her arrows, one moment he was standing next to me then in the next instant he was on the ground with an arrow shaft half embedded into his lower chest. In moments he was gone, the poison taking its tool. I couldn't do anything but dodge behind a pillar; she cursed the guild and said she would be back before disappearing into the shadows." Mercer said the lie with relative ease having had plenty of time to think it through.

Brynjolf was still silent, but he'd stopped shaking his head, now he just looked down at his feet. Mercer faked concern and patted his shoulder, as he walked to his desk. Brynjolf stood frozen, and much to Mercers delight he looked like a wreck, his face betrayed the misery his heart felt. Mercer smiled to himself as the red head nearly fell to his knees, he had no doubt that Brynjolf would have if Vex and Delvin hadn't been near. Delvin nodded to Vex and they practically drug him into the Ragged Flagon so the master thief wouldn't embarrass himself with an emotional break down.

"Let go, I'm not going to get drunk." Brynjold said trying to pull back from the others as they entered the underground tavern. Vex shrugged and let go of him, although she looked worried. Delvin was the one who persisted, trying to get Brynjolf to drink a cup of Ale at least.

"I'm not getting drunk, Delvin. I'll be out side Mara's temple in the grave yard. I want to just have some time alone." Brynjolf said felling like he was detached from everything; like this was a sick dream and he'd wake up. But he knew, that he wasn't sleeping, the painful throb that started at his heart and radiated through him in waves of agony was a dead give away. How Brynjolf wished this weren't true.

Brynjolf remembered Loki comenting on how calming the cemetery was, how it was like a sanctuary to him. Brynjolf couldn't bear the pain in his chest, Loki couldn't be gone, Brynjolf despretly needed to find the blond thief. It wasn't possible. The younger man had been through the Abyss and back, yet one traitorous woman was his down fall? It couldn't be true.

"Loki..." Brynjolf whispered as he emerged from the passage into the crypt, with one word his sorrow that he had caged within flew forward and overwhelmed him. Brynjolf cried, he silently let the tears fall from his eyes, as he leaned against the inner wall. He couldn't hold his emotions in check, which is why he had to leave; if he'd stayed he would have lost it in front of the others.

Quickly the sorrow was drowned by something stronger, if only slightly, Brynjolf felt the rage awaken with in, consuming the bleak despair in an all consuming blaze. He pushed away from the wall he'd leaned against, his anger getting the better of him No, Loki wasn't dead, he wasn't! He'd be back! He always was! Mercer was lying, he had to be! Brynjolf growled in rage and spun on his heel reeling back and punching the wall, leaving a streak of red.

He collapsed and slid down the wall. He sat with his knees pulled up, his arm across his knees, his fingers dripping blood onto the cold stone. He leaned his head back and clenched his bloody hand. Why? Brynjolf sprang to his feet seething in rage.

Why had Loki left him? Loki hadn't even known how Brynjolf felt. A howl flew past his lips, all his rage and pain flying out in a blood chilling cry to the skies. Everyone in the town heard the howl and flinched thinking some poor hound needed to be put out of its misery, some even thought it was a werewolf, but Brynjolf knew.

Standing he put his bloody hand on the wall as he leaned down to push the button to disappear back down into the cistern before the Guards could find him. As he slipped under the prop coffin he left a red hand print on the wall, and as the coffin slid back into place Brynjolf let the despair and denial finally consume his soul and taint it black as the death he longed for.

His shattered dreams lay like a splinted mirror under the red hand print on the wall for cold reality could so easily crush things so fragile, but so could the harsh winds of fate restore them.

A/N Does my Summery make more sense now? I hope there are fewer mistakes in this and I want to send a special thank you to my current reviewers, Chadam and jackkeroauc. Also thank you to any future reviewers and readers! Thank you for the continued support, have a nice night.