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Now, the Sorcerer realized, he was standing in a school classroom filled with fourth graders. There was no teacher to be found, and upon a quick scan of the class, he found Dave huddled at a small desk with a rather large book in his hands entitled, 'Physics'. It looked to be way more advanced than any old fifth grader could read, but Balthazar knew better when it came to Dave. That kid could read through anything.

Then, another child had approached him. It was a really fat four foot blonde boy with a bright yellow shirt that had black lines running vertically down it. The Sorcerer had to hold back a snicker at his appearance, because he looked like a freakishly misshapen bumble bee. The chubby bee was yelling and grabbed the eleven year old's book.

A look of defiance crossed Dave's features as he held firmly onto the book as the bumble bee yanked on it from the other end. And the fat boy, seeing that he was losing, started to play dirty. He looked over his shoulder, yelling with an insulting tone, "LOOK! THE NUTJOB CAN READ! SOMEONE CALL 911 BEFORE HE HURTS HIMSELF!"

Balthazar again set his gaze on the small apprentice. To say that Dave looked hurt was an understatement, as if he had been called crazy for a long time. There were stress lines in the child's face as well as a dead look to his brown eyes that just made him look… well… dead.

The Sorcerer felt a stab of anger pulse through his heart. A child of eleven should not have had to deal with everything that Dave did, it just wasn't right! The to-be apprentice should have been running around with his friends, flirting with peers and enjoying what childhood he had left… Not becoming an isolated child that grew to have the emotional scars that he now knew Dave to have.

"DON'T CALL ME CRAZY!" He screamed back, spitting with fury. "I. AM. NOT. A. NUTJOB!"

Bumble bee looked ecstatic at this reaction. "It's all right, freak. We called an ambulance for you so you can be freakish out of our sight!"

"I'm not crazy, Ben!" The teary-eyed accused fought back as he withheld tears, "That day in that shop was real, so STOP CALLING ME CRAZY!" Looks of disbelief flew across the class. And Dave asked desperately, "Doesn't anyone believe me?"

The elder Sorcerer narrowed his eyes. This idiotic child's rantings were obviously hurting his apprentice more than could be shown on Dave's pale face. Just how bad were these people to him? Balthazar then glared at the children in the room, as if daring them to go against Dave's question, even though he couldn't be seen, heard or feared by the children. So, he waited for the idiots to answer his poor apprentice with a tiny murmur of comfort, or… Well, just about any form of positive reinforcement would have been mildly appreciated by both himself and the young Dave.

But nobody spoke up. No child said anything, not even a whisper, and Balthazar could see some gleam snap in Dave's eyes.

He knew that it was the last remnant of hope that had broken.

FLASH!

This Balthazar recognized! There were green meadows and park benches that led way into a gated entrance, and the concrete fountains that adorned the center of the field. It was Bowling Green Park in Manhatten, the park that Dave defeated Morgana. But… something was off about this place. An eerie silence had shrouded over the park like a veil, covering it with blackened quietness, and everything seemed to be completely still.

Unmoving.

Silent.

Balthazar took in his surroundings with a puzzled expression. The scorch marks from Morgana's fire were there as were the wires Dave had used to electrocute her, so she had probably already been killed. Then, why was he even here?

Nothing else of significance had even happened after that fight! The Sorcerer sighed, eyebrows furrowing together. He needed to think like Dave.

Urg. That was a scary thought. Thinking like Dave could end up with drastic consequences… like dating a psycho blonde chick and almost electrocuting her with musical Tesla coils or something like that.

Or, Merlin forbid… Having to listen to modern music.

Hell no.

"Balthazar!"

He was frantically burst out of his rock band related thoughts as he heard Dave's adult voice scream his name. The older Sorcerer ran down the stairs to an exhausted looking Dave that was kneeling over someone's body. Someone that had dirty blonde hair, a trench coat, and-

Oh crap.

It was him! That meant that it was the time that his apprentice saved him. He tried to get the college student's attention again, but no avail. His hand merely went right through him again, like in all the other dreams. So, he watched.

Dave called his name, shaking him, and yelling for his body to wake up, a desperate expression came to his face. "No!" He screamed, tears bubbled up in his eyes, "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! BALTHAZAR! PLEASE, I'M SORRY! JUST COME BACK!"

The older Sorcerer felt his eyes widen at Dave's cries. They were identical to the ones he had heard outside of the dreams… So this dream seemed to have the most affect on his apprentice…. But why? Shouldn't the abuse of his parents been the scariest?

Why would Dave care if he died? He had only known him for a few weeks!

The distraught apprentice's eyes lit with a hopeless fury as he charged a plasma bolt in his hands that looked to be the strongest Dave had ever made.

A smirk let its way onto Balthazar's face at the plasma bolt. He'd have to ask Dave later if he was trying to re-kill him with much energy. That bolt had to be at least two feet wide on either side!

"I refuse to let you go! Not after all you've saved me from! Please, BALTHAZAR, COME BACK!" He punctuated his words with his jump-starting technique with the precision of an ER doctor.

Tears started to run down his face now, and sobs racked his thin frame. His red puffy eyes never left him, though, as if he'd disappear. "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" More power flooded into the now four foot wide plasma bolts as he tried to jump-start his master's heart again. "I WON'T LET YOU GO!"

Stunned at the sheer amount of emotion, Balthazar let an involuntary step back. Self hate flooded his body. How could he have let Dave have to go through that? After everything the young Sorcerer had already been through…

Balthazar could have slapped himself, and he could have sworn he felt guilt seep into his heart.

"...And your old man shoes…"

And then what Balthazar remembered from Dave's speech came in. He started to insult him and his old man shoes in a softer tone, in an even more desperate attempt to wake his body up. As his body's eyes opened, Balthazar smiled at his apprentice's reaction. He had honestly never seen the kid so relieved, happy, and… well, he looked… overjoyed.

But then, as the Balthazar went to sit beside Dave, he was shocked to see that the hand he had unconsciously put on Dave's shoulder didn't go through the apprentice. The elder gasped softly.

But that turned out to be a rather large mistake.

Dave spun around with wide eyes of fear and screeched like a banshee, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

The dream fizzled out in front of him, and he was shot out of his young apprentice's subconscious with a THUD.

*Grins* I never thought that they did this scene right in the movie. I mean, yeah the insults were an awesome touch, but I expected more… Desperation, I suppose. I mean, the scene wasn't bad, but it left me wanting more. Loved the movie, though.

So what do you think so far?