First of all, thanks a lot Prinzessin Mia for your review, I'm glad you like the story! :) so...here comes the second chapter! Hope you'll enjoy!

It was almost midnight and Dick knew he had to get some sleep, but he couldn't. His men had lost their minds, and this scared him a lot: their only concern was to get rid of Captain Sobel and they were losing their concentration. He had to admit himself he had thought about it too, sometimes. The looks he gave him, the way he talked to him made him blaze with anger and Dick had to use all his forces to not lose his control. He knew something was changing, he knew the final battle would've come soon, although it was not in his intentions. The clash was unavoidable. He tried to focus on his career's problems, trying to avoid the memory of the conversation he had some hours before with Captain Laurenti. She gave him her permission to call her Bea. She behaved like that was their first real conversation, the first time they had the chance to talk to each other without Nixon around. He knew she couldn't remember it, but that wasn't their first time. He had tried to forget it because it was too embarrassing. He had felt the need to talk to Nixon about what happened but he couldn't find the words or the courage. He had decided to keep those memories for him.

''Dick, what the hell, turn off that fucking light!''

''I'm sorry Harry…'' He didn't make a move. Flashbacks paralyzed him.

''What are you waiting for? Turn it off! Damn! Someone is trying to sleep here!''

Dick suddenly got up to sit on his bed. Harry looked at him oddly.

''I'm going for a walk, see you later.'' He wore his uniform, knowing that he wouldn't have returned home that night. Harry would've slept in peace.

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''Nix'' nothing. Lewis Nixon was in fairyland. He just snorted.

''Nix please, I need to talk.''

''Anne stole your money, talk to her'' the darkhaired whispered, still sleeping.

''Nix! It's me, Dick!''

''I stole it ok but let's talk about it later, mom''

''Damn Nix!'' Dick had almost cried. Finally, Nixon woke up in panic.

''What the hell do you want? Oh, damn it!''

''I need to talk.''

''Hell, You just couldn't wait some more hours I guess.''

''No, please, it's important''. Nixon finally got to see the worried expression on his friend's face.

''Ok, alright, I'm all ears.''

Dick sat down on the bed in front of Nixon's. He looked down to his feet. This time, again, he couldn't find the words.

''Two weeks ago you got drunk, Nix. In a pub.''

''I always get drunk. What's the point?''

''Captain Laurenti was with you. She got drunk too.''

''So what, Dick? She only wanted to get some fun like the rest of us, poor immortals who get drunk and do stupid things. Not everybody can be Saint Richard.''

''That was not what I meant. I offered myself to bring her back to her billet.''

Now Lewis was truly all ears.

Dick paused. Flashbacks returned to cross his mind.

Bea could barely walk by her own. Dick had his arm around her waist to help her when she felt down and didn't dare to move.

''Come on, Captain, you've got a briefing tomorrow morning! Get up, please!''

''No! I'm staying here!'' she had grumbled like a baby in response.

''Ok, I'll sit here with you, alright?'' They were sitting almost in the middle of the street. It was late night, no one was around nor he saw any car. She stretched her neck, a chuckle on her lips. He had a lot of experience with those situations: how many times had he seen Lewis in that condition?

She leant her head against his shoulders and took a deep breath. ''You smell good'' she had said. ''Thank you'' he had answered. She leant even closer to him. He smelled her hair's sweet scent.

''Why don't you like drinking, Dick?''

''I have no reason to do it.''

''Everybody's got a reason to get drunk.''

''What's yours then, Captain?''

''I could not stand your magnetic eyes, Lieutenant'' she looked at him winking, while he was visibly embarrassed ''just kidding, Dick. My boyfriend broke up with me. I'm feeling like a dog.''

''I'm sorry, Captain. His lost.''

''Am I beautiful? Be sincere, you have no reason to lie to me, I'm not your superior. Just tell me.''

''You are, I guess…'' sure Dick thought she was a beautiful woman but he wasn't so eager to make that confession to her.

''What does it mean? Do I have a pretty face, a big red mouth or what?'' he had not the chance to answer, since her hands were already roaming over his leg, getting too close to his delicate zone.

''Please, Captain, you're drunk, slow down.''

''You need to loosen up, Lieutenant. Just tonight, no one will know'' and she started to bite his ear lobe sending shivers through his body. It had been a while since a woman had touched him. He grasped his knees and bit his lower lip while she had started to kiss his neck and her hand was still teasing him over his pants. Her right hand finally succeed in undoing his belt. He didn't want to react, even though he knew he had to, but he couldn't move. He leant back his head when her hand had finally found a way to his hardness. In that moment, Dick came to his senses.

''That's enough, Captain!'' and so he took her hand out of his pants.

''Oh, you moron! You're the only man I know who could refuse to have some fun! What's wrong with you? Go to hell Dick!'' she yelled, pointedly angry. Dick didn't want to hurt her feelings and God knew he didn't want to refuse. His blood was still rushing through his veins, he had to calm down and still he couldn't speak. He felt the need to kiss her, to do what his body demanded for once in a while, but he knew he couldn't.

She collected herself and now, she was sitting next to him, staring at an undefined object right in front of her.

''You know, Dick'', she paused, lighting herself a cigarette before ''there's this German guy, he's called Friederich. He said Greek tragedies were divine when apollonian and Dionysian coexisted together in the story. Then, apollonian took over Dionysian, and those tragedies had lost their perfection. This is what happened to the whole mankind too. This makes me sad.''

''What do Apollonian and Dionysian even mean?'' he asked.

She chuckled, ''Apollonian creates. Apollonian is the reason. Dionysian is passion. Dionysian is the bound we share with animals. Dionysian is what guides you when you want to fulfil your every desire.'' She paused, ''This guy talked about a sort of ''Overman'', a man who would've gone against the common morality, giving himself to his passions, facing his destiny. Now, Dick, you're a little man. You won't be an Overman if you don't let your Dionysian side have a place in your soul. Passion is what moves us, it is what makes us alive. You won't be complete, until you let your Dionysian have a part in your life. You're a slave, alienated by what the others may think or by how your God may judge you. Loosen up. Be human. Be an Overman. ''

''You're telling me I should do whatever I want whenever I want to be a real man? I don't think so, Captain. A man has responsibilities. ''

''This is what everybody wants you to think. The question is: what do you think, Dick? Wouldn't you like to eat whatever you want, to fuck whoever you want, to get drunk, to say everything that crosses your mind? Oh, damn! How life would be easier if we could be truly free! This is a built up freedom. I hate this world'' she answered, and threw up on his shoes.

''Dick? C'mon! What's the point! I want to get back to my sweet dreams, you know!''

''Yeah, sorry…well, your Captain is troubled. Her boyfriend broke up with her.''

''I didn't know'', Nixon was astonished. That was the reason why she had changed during the last few days. He had noticed something was wrong with her. She had even pulled out the rank with him, which was unusual.

''Well, I guess she didn't want anyone to know. But…take care of her. I don't want her to do something she would regret.''

''What the hell could she do, Dick? Anyway, I'll talk to her. Thank you for letting me know. Now, go back to your billet, I'll go back into my dream house made of chocolate.''

''Sweet dreams Nix'' was all he said. He could not tell his friend what happened that night. How could he explain that he hadn't stopped her on time? How could he explain he was taking advantage of her state of mind? And how could he denied he liked it? He still remembered the feeling. Her hands, her perfume, her devilish look. He thought he had been dead for a little while but that night, he had come to life again. He had nothing but the memories and a hickey on his neck which was gradually disappearing.