Disclaimer: Do not own the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street, or any of its characters. Property of New Line/Warner Bros., Wes Craven, Platinum Dunes, and whoever else...

Author's Note: I decided to join the Freddy/Nancy AU with my friend Type Unique Pen Name Here, for au50 at insanejournal. I will NOT be doing this in numerical order.

Extra Note: This was inspired by my friends - Type Unique Pen Name Here and Zaerith Vrinn aka TypeUniqueNameHere and AwesomebyAccident from dev – and their work. I got this from Count to Fifty and Say Goodnight and the "Rejects" piece that TUPNH wrote. And I got the idea from a picture that Zaerith/AbA made called "Frieda and Nancy". Go blame them for this!

Chapter Warnings/Notes: Yuri' language; sexual situations; possibly bad girl action since ive never done girl action...

34. Wrong

"I wouldn't sit that far near the ledge," a soft but firm voice cut through her thoughts as Nancy turned from her spot on the window ledge of her school apartment to look in the doorway, "you could fall and break your neck. Really don't feel like getting a new roommate because the first died."

Nancy pushed her hair out of her face and blinked softly, watching the intruder – her new roommate – trudge through the door carrying four large duffel bags on each arm, large suitcases in each hand, and a dark brown backpack on her back, grumbling and grunting as she walked to her assigned room and unceremoniously dropped her stuff on the ground.

Nancy pulled herself to her feet and pulled her earbuds – which she just realized were in her ear with no music playing – out and tredded barefoot to the other girls door. She looked at the name tag with a smiley face – Frieda K. - before watching the girl start to unpack her belongings. She was ripping stuff out of duffel bags and tossing them around. Clothes, notebooks, books, stuffed dolls – was that a KoRn doll? - shoes, and all kinds of stuff went this way and that as Nancy awkwardly stood in the doorway.

"Hey? Think you can look in this and see if you can find my hairbands?" Nancy barely had any time to react as one of the large duffel bags was tossed at her feet. Nancy watched the girl – Frieda – go at her suitcase, before she looked at the bag and got down and unzipped it. "So can you talk or what?" the girl asked, as Nancy dugg through the bag looking for anything that resembled hairbands.

Nancy nodded before realizing that the other girl had her back to her. "Yeah. Sorry... Just tired. Um.. My name-" she didn't get to finish. "Nancy H., right? I read your name on the list when they were signing me in. You're a lot prettier than I thought you'd be. You got a kind of "lost and tortured soul" slash "reclussive gothicish" vibe and look about ya. That's cool." Nancy blinked at Frieda's directness and strange use of words. She talked almost like an old child. Her words were fast and blunt and innocent but holding meaning. It was... Odd.

"Ah! Haha! Found em!" Frieda exclaimed as she pulled out hairbands – red and green hairbands much to Nancy's shuddering horror – inside a newly bought bag. She ripped the bag open before going at her hair – brunette hair - with her fingers and dragging it back into a messy ponytail before she puleld out a brown fedora and plopped it on her head.

Nancy found herself frozen in spot as she stared at the back of Frieda's head. An image – a flash of a memory – crept across her line of vision. In Frieda's place was a man of the same height and hair color with a similar hat, his back to her. He began to turn around and Nancy blinked as Frieda appeared once again before her.

"Sooo... What were ya doing hanging by the ledge?" she asked, fixing the zipper on her blue-gray hoodie, which was somewhat dirty – used – looking. Nancy inwardly smacked herself for simply staring stupidly. "Just getting some fresh air. Watch everyone else pack their stuff inside."

A grin spread across Frieda's face and a shiver ran up Nancy's spine at how much her grin reminded her off... "Ohhh I see. Any hot ones catch your eye?" she waggled her brows and Nancy couldn't help but crack a smile. "No not really," she shrugged awkwardly. Frieda raised a brow. "Oh. Got someone back home?" she asked and Nancy didn't know why, but Frieda seemed to stiffen a little. "Uh, yeah," she answered, shaking away those – ridiculous – thoughts. "Sort of, anyway... It's complicated, you know?"

Frieda laughed and held up her hands. "Say no more. I get it. Guys are complicated shit. This is why I prefer swinging the other way." Huh? Swing the other way? Nancy furrowed her brow, mauling those words around, before realization spread across her face and she blushed. "O-Oh!" was all she could say.

"That isn't a problem, is it?" Frieda asked, as she picked up a few of the things she had been throwing around and dumped them in a corner to mess with later. Nancy shook her head quickly. "No, no! I don't have any problems with that... I've just never... Met someone so..." And again she was at loss for words. Frieda chuckled. "Relax. Never met anyone so open about it, right? Well hey whats the point in covering it up? I like what I like, ya know?"

Nancy couldn't stop herself. "But why?" she blurted out, before covering her mouth in embarrassment. Frieda shrugged. "I'unno," she grunted, "maybe my genes, maybe some weird phenomenon, maybe some lesbian cooties, who knows? I just know that I one day I realized I liked girls."

Nancy nodded, guessing that made sense. "I don't think I could. Like a girl like that, I mean," she explained, thinking out loud, shifting back and forth on her feet. Frieda gave an almost eery smile as she bent down and picked up an old and beaten up teddy bear she had tossed out of her duffel bag. "Have you ever tried?" she asked and Nancy shook her head. Of course not. She didn't see a reason for it. She liked boys – Quentin – to much to think about doing anything with a girl.

"Well," Frieda began, throwing the bear by her other stuff and pushing a few loose strands of hair from her forehead – from her eyesight – "how do you know if you haven't tried?" Nancy's eyes widen slightly as Frieda is giving her a look she can't quit read. A look that sends a weird shiver through her, before Nancy simply shrugs before excusing herself and quickly making for her room, shutting her door and locking it.

-0-

She hates drunk people. Hates how they smell, how they act. Hates how she's reminded of how he, on more than one occasion, came upstairs drunk or with a hangover. On those days he would be crueler. He wouldn't tolerate any noise – you'd be hurt if you even tried to whimper – and what little control he might have had over his sick urges were thrown to the side.

She hated drunk people. And she hated parties. To crowded and noisey and unpredictable. She felt suffocated as she was dragged through a crowd of people that had charged into a house – some guy from school named Rod – and covered every inch with bodies. Bodies that reeked of booze, body odor, sex, and vomit. Why did Frieda have to do this to her?

"You need to get out more! I swear you're like a fucking hermit who only leaves for classes and your boring job at that Diner!" Frieda yelled over the loud Eminem song. They had found a spot on Rod's downstairs couch. A beer-pong game was played on a ping-pong table by the host and some Fraternity guy who was long gone and screaming and hooting randomly. Nancy curled up and sighed as she was pushed practically into Frieda's lap.

"I'm gonna go outside!" Nancy exclaimed to Frieda over the music and hollering frats. Frieda gave her a puzzled look before she got up, ushering her on. Nancy smiled as the two made their way through the crowd once again until they had somehow ended upstairs in Rod's room. Frieda walked over to his window and pushed it open before climbing through. Nancy followed her carefully and the two sat on the roof. The thumping of the music could be heard, but for the most part it was quiet. The night was calm. It was a night that Nancy, for once, didn't fear. This was like a night of old times. Times before he had ruined everything.

Frieda yawned and stretched out next to her before taking a drink of her coke and rum mix. "You're an odd kid, Nancy," Frieda sighed as she sat her drink down at her side, curling one leg up to rest her arms on it and stare out at Rod's huge driveway and yard. Nancy didn't respond. Frieda had been a good friend. They'd now roomed together for half the school year – the part a celebration for first terms finals being over – and had good times. Frieda was also very understanding.

Frieda never questioned why Nancy would wake her up in the middle of the night from screaming. She'd just get her a glass of water and sit up the rest of the night with her. She didn't harp on Nancy for all the coffee and late nights she'd have sitting up in the living-room drawing or talking to an also awake Quentin on Skype. She didn't bother Nancy at all. But Nancy knew she had questions. Questions about what her nightmares were about. Why she didn't like to be touched. Why she always drew such gruesome or disturbing pictures.

But she didn't ask. And Nancy, now that she knew Frieda well enough, was actually anticipating the time she'd ask. "You can go back in if you want," Nancy said as Frieda boredly fixed her ponytail. "I'm not a party person..." Frieda laughed at that and pat Nancy on the back. "I kinda figured as much. I dragged you out here mostly to get you out of the apartment. This party isnt that great anyway. It was just all I could think of," she shrugged, giving Nancy a warm grin,

The two shared a smile before they went silent again. They sat on the roof for a few more minutes before they slid back inside, the wind growing cold and uncomfortable. Frieda fell back on Rod's bed and looked around his room as Nancy stood awkwardly. "You can sit down!" Frieda laughed, rolling over and reaching out to grab Nancy's wrist and pull her down into the bed, startling Nancy!

Nancy crashed on-top of Frieda, who laughed and rolled them until they were laying next to each other and chuckling. "S-Sorry!" Frieda breathed out through her laugh, sitting up on her elbows. Nancy just laughed and sat up. That was another good thing about Frieda... She made her laugh. Nancy hadn't truly laughed for a long time. It felt good.

The two sat in silence once again. Nancy stared out the window as she felt Frieda watching her. She jumped as she felt Frieda roll up her left sleeve to look at the large four gashes scar. She traced them and furrowed her brow. Nancy watched her as her mouth dried. "His name was Freddy," she croaked out, as Frieda removed her hand. She looked at Nancy with an unreadable expression as Nancy continued on, telling her everything. She didn't know why she told her everything – about the dreams, about Dean and the others, all of it – and she didn't know why she couldn't stop.

When she got to the end she waited for Frieda to say she was crazy or laugh and say she was a good story teller or any of the other responses that she normally got. "Damn," Frieda said, causing Nancy's jaw to almost drop. Damn? Was that all she was going to say? Damn? Nancy just stared as Frieda fixed her ponytail and pulled her hat down over her head, shadowing her bright-blue eyes slightly. "That's a sad story, little Nancy."

-0-

Two months. Two months since Nancy told Frieda everything... And nothing had changed. Frieda still acted like Frieda and still treated her like she always did. Nothing had changed like Nancy had thought they would. The only thing that had changed was that Frieda was always on the phone fighting with her girlfriend or her father. Nancy had never met Frieda's girlfriend – Tina was her name? - and her father she only mentioned once, stating that he was "an enigma of a guy at times".

At the moment Frieda and Tina were yelling at each other over the phone. It was ten PM and Nancy had the movie – Drive Angry – paused as she quietly waited for Frieda, curling up slightly. She hated yelling, hated fighting. She found herself drawn back to his fits of anger and how he would yell and throw things; just as Frieda was doing as Nancy heard another book slam into Frieda's closed door.

"Fuck you, then! Ya fucking cunt! We're done! Got it! Go sleep with any bitch you want! Fuck you!" Was the last profanity of rage Frieda snarled before her door burst open and she slammed herself down on the couch next to Nancy, who was blown back by how different Frieda looked while angry. Her skin was red, her eyes almost seeming to glow, and her face furrowed and teeth mashing. No doubt in Nancy mind; Fried was mad.

Nancy pushed her hair out of her face and turned to give her friend a look. "I'm sorry," is all she can say, all she can think to say. Frieda's form is taut as she gives a dry laugh – a rasping laugh – and growls. "You want to know what we were fighting about?" she asked, her eyes closing and opening slowly as she looked back at Nancy. "You. We were fighting about you, little Nancy," she hissed, causing Nancy to shudder. Frieda sounded so much like... But that was crazy, and she knew it.

"Me?" Nancy asked, confused. What had she done? Why were they fighting over her? The movie had gone into standby mode at this point, the icon on the DVD player bouncing around the black screen as Frieda stood up and hovered over her. Nancy shrunk down into her seat as Frieda stared down at her. It was then that Nancy took in what Frieda was wearing and her mouth dried. It was winter time and the apartments could get cold. Frieda was dressed in a sweater and dark, almost black, jeans and boots. But not just any sweater... A green and red stripped sweater.

"Yeah," Frieda began, her voice low and her eyes locked on Nancy's face. "You. Ever since we moved in together, all I can think of and talk about is you... Tina didn't like that. That's why we fought... Little Nancy," she hissed. Nancy felt frozen in place. Her heart was beating like a drum in her ear. Her body was shaking and her breathing hallowing. What... Was happening?

"Hey Nancy," Frieda whispered, her face coming inches from hers, eyes glowing, "do you want me to be your first lesbian experience?" Nancy's eyes widened as Frieda's mouth found hers. She couldn't move, couldn't breath. Her mind was screaming and flashing "Overboard". As soon as Frieda's mouth left hers, she leaned closer and whispered in Nancy's ear. "You never did ask me about my last name, you know?"

And Nancy's eyes widened. Frieda K... Oh God! No! F.K. Fred Krueger... Frieda Krueger... No! Tears spilled from her eyes as Nancy screamed. Frieda laughed, her voice deepening to that familiar and gut wrenching laugh mixed with her own, blood trickling down her face, and a clawed glove on her right hand. Frieda's bright blue eyes gleamed as she raised the glove up and poised at Nancy's face.

Nancy screamed and threw up her arms as the blade came down. "NO!"

-0-

"Hey, little Nancy? Did I say you could sleep?"

She stared up at the ceiling of the dream world as Frieda hovered over her. Her form shifted from male to female as she clawed at her skin and back handed her across the face, jolting her from passing out. She cried softly, tears smearing the blood on her face and fixing with her sweat.

Frieda – Freddy? - glared down at her as the world shifted around her. She was all at once in three places. A melted and grotesque apartment bedroom, a clean and monitored psychiatric hospital, and the secret cave. She was neither awake nor asleep anymore. Neither in one place or the other.

She couldn't do anything, either. All she could was cry. So Nancy cried.

R & R Plz

Yeah this was longer and not at all how I originally planned it lol! But hey it works... Kinda lol. Poor Nancy. I fucked her up and gave her three worlds to be yanked around in. A world where Freddy is still Freddy, the waking world, and a world were Freddy is a girl, but knows that in another world she's a he... Yeah makes perfect sense right?... Yeah I know xD