See this one's longer =) not as long as I would like but longer, and I'll have another chapter coming soon. Well hope ya'll enjoy, please R&R

Dorian was getting ready for bed when he heard the Fi's scream. Throwing himself out of his room, he raced to her bedroom. Dorian burst through the door to find Fi twisting and turning in her bed, another scream wrenched from her. The furniture and other nick-knacks in the room were rattling with the amount of magic emanating from her.

"Fi, love?" he said worriedly, sitting on the bed.

There was no color in her face, and her yells were becoming raspy. He was also afraid that she'd re-hurt her ribs with the way her body was tossing. He tried to restrain her gently, taking care not to hurt her still injured body in the process, it wasn't easy.

"Fi, love? It's alright," -she screamed again-"Come on, honey, it's just a Vision, it'll pass."

Dorian knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to wake her till it had passed, but he could sometimes calm her. He prayed he could this time.

"It's alright. I'm right here, sweetheart, you're not alone, I promise," he told her, the twisting becoming less violent. "That's it, baby, let yourself, relax. You can't fight it. It's easier if you don't fight it, love."

Dorian sat with her for close to an hour, talking non-stop. It helped. Her screams died down to moans, her tossing became occasional jerks. Finally, she jolted upright, gasping for air.

"Fi, baby, it's okay, it's over," he said, cupping her face, relief clear in his voice. "You're awake, sweetheart, you're awake now. It's over."

"Dorian?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me."

"I'm awake?"

"Yeah."

She started to cry.

"I know, love," he said pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

"It w-was horrible," she sobbed, cowering into him. "Th-there was s-so much b-b-blood!"

"It's over now, sweetheart, just let it out," he told her, rocking her gently.

It took close to a half hour for Fi to cry herself out, even then she was still shaking.

"Any better, honey?" he asked, tilting her tear stained face up to his.

"N-not really."

"Do you want to talk about it, love?"

"N-NO!" she cried, burying her face in his chest once again.

"Alright, alright," he said, rubbing circles into her back . "Ssshh, love, we won't talk about it."

He felt her nod into his chest.

"Dorie?" she said, her voice small and mumbled.

"Yeah, love?"

"I… I don't want to be alone tonight… would you stay with me?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I'll stay," he told her, gently sliding Fi over a bit and climbing in with her.

She quickly curled herself up against him, her head resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, though careful not to hurt her sore ribs. She was still so tense.

"Relax love, I'm not going anywhere. Just go to sleep," he said softly.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can," he told her, starting to hum one of her favorite old Irish songs.

"That's cheating," she told him.

He didn't comment, just continued to hum.

"Sing it please?" she asked, snuggling into him.

He did, and it wasn't long before Fi found herself drifting off.

"You still don't want to talk about it, love?" asked Dorian, walking over to her desk.

"I'm still trying to make sense of it," she said, her head bent over a piece of paper, countless others littering the desk.

"Alright, well dinners rea-" Dorian cut off, his stomach churning as he took in the macabre images she had drawn. "Ready."

"I'm not really hungry," she grimaced, drawing a dismembered arm.

"I wonder why," he said dryly. "Why don't you take a break, love?"

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"I need to figure this out."

"Figure what out, exactly?"

"This!" she gestured at her gruesome drawings. "My Vision."

"This is what you Saw last night?" he asked, understanding why it had left her so disturbed.

She nodded, "It all means something. It always does, and I need to figure it out… The last time…"

"Alright," he agreed, gravely. "What can I do to help you, love?"

"There's a connection between these images," she said, finishing the last, and grabbing a handful. "Help me find it?"

He nodded, and the two began lying them out on the office floor, dinner forgotten.

It was a long process. Laying them out. Grasping at straws. Rearranging them. Making notes on possibilities. Rearranging them. Deciding they were wrong. Starting over. Making new notes. Rearranging them. Taking one step forward two steps back. Rearranging them.

Fi sighed, realizing they were on the wrong track, again.

"We're done."

"What?" she demanded.

"We're done for tonight."

"But-"

"Love, we're going in circles, and we're tired. You need to sleep, clear your head a bit."

"But-"

"No," he said, steering her from the room. "We'll come back to it tomorrow."