I sat up straight, trying to catch my breath. The weird sensation of reality swiftly came over me like fire to gasoline. I looked over at Shane, who was lying next to me. Could he hear how fast my heart was beating?

I buried my face into my hands. What would ever cause me to dream such a thing? I don't love Myrnin. I mean, he is my boss; I could never love him. Then, I relive my dream. His touch, his kiss, his words, and his manner all seem too real too be a dream. Will time help this?

I heard stirring next to me. Shane glanced at me and smiled. Oh, how I love that smile. It makes my knees buckle and my heart sing.

"You okay?" he asked me

I grimaced trying to shrug the last few minutes away. "Everything is fine," I answered, "Just having problems sleeping."

He nodded in return. "Get some sleep,' he demanded, leaning over to kiss me goodnight.

The kiss was the same. His lips were the same soft, pink deliciousness. It was the same Shane, but the reality was that Myrnin was better.

I rolled over to find reassurance. Shane laid his arm around my waist and squeezed. I sighed and nuzzled into his warm embrace.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

I couldn't sleep, not because of the dream, but because I was afraid. I, Claire Danvers, had no control of my dreams what so ever.

I was wearing an old-fashioned, burgundy dress.

"Darling, you look marvelous, absolutely splendid," complimented Myrnin, wearing a burgundy vest with a puffy, white shirt.

I whipped my head around and smiled, "Thank you, Myrnin."

Myrnin held out a black jewelry case. "Here," he spoke sweetly, "I got these for you."

I took the case to reveal a black pearl necklace. It was an intricate chocker with many different sized pearls. I clasped my arms around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I love it, Myrnin. It's beautiful."

"Just like the wearer. Turn around, dear, let me put it on you."

I turned around and pressed my body close to him. With ease, he had the necklace clasped and ready. Myrnin's face rested on my shoulder. Before I knew it, he was kissing my neck until he reached my face. In a swift dance motion, he had me facing him.

I couldn't control myself. With a hungering lust, we were at it again. Except this time, Amelie wasn't there to stop us.

I actually had the strength to throw Myrnin up against the wall of the lab. His lips barely touched mine in swift butterfly kisses. The dream began to fade into black.