A/N: I was trying to relax today, but I have to write eventually.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.

Gwen bolted upright, running her fingers through her hair as she lay in her bed, rousing from the worst nightmare she could ever remember. The redhead immediately flipped on her bedside lamp and began to tug some clothes on her exposed body that was only covered with a thin tank top that was showing a bit too much and some fleece flannel pants that hung low on her hips. The girl switched her pajamas for a pair of ratty jeans and a nice black jacket that Ken had given to her years ago and headed out into the night, pulling her hood over her head as he teeth chattered in the darkness. The redhead grabbed her bike that was now years old and getting a bit too small for her long legs

The black road stretched out before her as she pedaled down the street as fast as she could, heading for the garage. Her body worked fiercely through the cold and through the faint light of the moon that shone down as she moved through the thickening darkness. She furiously rode, hoping Kevin was in his garage for the night. She had to talk with him.

It was something close to a half an hour later when her bike skidded to a cold, dead stop just outside of the garage, the gravel skittering out from under the thin rubber tires. She leapt of the bike, dropping it into the pile of tiny rocks before darting for the wide opening that still shone the fluorescent lights that held the garage's inner airspace.

"Kevin?" she asked, hoping to see his legs sticking out from beneath the green and black striped 1963 Chevy Camaro's under carriage. She saw the car and that was enough to make her throw herself on the hood and stroke the soft metals with her palm, soothing herself as she knew the car was still there.

And he came out of the back, wiping grease from his calloused hands with a dirty rag. "What is it?" he asked, seeing her petting the car like it was some kind of dog. "Somethin' wrong, Gwen?" The dark teen moved towards her, a somewhat puzzled expression touching his roguish features.

Her emerald orbs turned to focus in on him. A smile crept across her lips as she looked back to the car for a long moment, holding a touch of longing in her eyes. Then she looked back to her boyfriend. "Just had a nightmare." Her fingers ran across the car's metal hood, the feel of it smooth against her soft skin. "Just wanted to make sure it hadn't come true."

"Care to tell me what it was?" Kevin leaned against the side of the vehicle. "I'm always here to listen." He finished with the last of the grease that clung to his skin before tossing the cloth off towards the couch that he would sleep on later after her finished up the last of the work on the new ideas of some laser lances attached to the undercarriage so that he had some extra firepower when needed. "You can talk to me whenever you need to."

She touched the car, unwilling to break contact with it. "I dreamt that you sold your car." Her gaze found his obsidian orbs. "For a black one. Older. Banged up paint job. Convertible." She shuddered and she saw him do the same, a smile turning the corners of his lips. "It was hideous." Gwen wrapped her arms around her body for warmth, her hip still against her boyfriend's most prized possession. "It made me miss this thing. I wanted to make sure it was still here."

Kevin moved a little closer to her, his eyes glittering. "No worries, Gwen. It's like you." His lips touched hers as he leaned down to kiss her gently, his eyes alive with the passion for the younger redhead. "I won't ever let go of it."

A/N: ah, short, but perfect. I actually had this dream. God, the new car was hideous… please review. Thank you for reading.

~Sky