Alastor woke up in his bed, feeling more groggy than he had in many years. His chest had a dull ache in it, but not nearly as bad as before Charlie gave him aid.

Charlie.

As soon as he thought of her name, thought of her, the ache in his chest grew heavier. His head swam almost as if he just downed an entire bottle of Gin. He swung his legs over the edge of his King size bed and put a hand to his head.

"You're awake!" Alastor cut his eyes toward the entryway to his Radio studio and saw the princess of Hell herself standing there, wearing her red and black pajamas. Alastor had to give it to her, she was the first creature in decades that actually surprised him.

"Astute observation, my dear. Might I ask why you are here?" He stood up and tried to stretch his spine as Charlie approached him. With his hands above his head, Charlie began to undo the buttons on his night shirt. Alastor felt his throat go dry and his knees weak. What the fuck is she doing?

"And why are you undressing me?" He tried to keep the voice crack under control but that didn't work out too well. He hoped that Charlie would chalk it up to morning voice. She undid the last button and opened his shirt to reveal the scar, still as pink and healed as she had left it last night.

"To make sure my magic stuck. Can't have you bleeding to death can we?" She looked up at him with her black eyes and Alastor could almost feel the sweat accumulate on his neck. Surely he wasn't fully healed if this was still happening.

"I'm already dead! What more could happen?" Alastor let out a laugh partnered with a radio laugh track. Charlie didn't join him.

"You'd be surprised, Alastor. And I don't want-" Charlie stopped herself, her dainty fingers gently following the scar's path, from his left pectoral down to his right hip. Alastor suddenly believed that all of the oxygen had left the room.

"Don't want what?" He could barely push the words out, but he had to know. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I don't want you to leave me." Charlie's bottom lip began to quiver and before Alastor could stop himself, he wrapped her in his arms and gave her a squeeze. When she returned the affection and wrapped her arms around his waist, he could now probably imagine what a piece of heaven would be like.

"I can assure you I would never leave you, Charlie. You're stuck with me!" Alastor felt Charlie shake slightly from her giggling at him. He pulled away and with astonishment, he realized she wasn't giggling. She was crying.

"You could've died, Alastor! If Adam had cut any deeper-"

"But he didn't!" Alastor grabbed her by her shoulders to make her look at him. "I'm still here, I'm all healed and everything will be alright!" Charlie sniffled and wiped her black button nose with the back of her hand. Alastor chose to ignore how un-ladylike it was.

"You promise?" Charlie squeaked out. Alastor was always sporting a grin, but for the first time in a while, he felt like the smile he was showing in this moment was a genuine one. He reached up and gently wiped away some tears that had escaped and were running down her face.

"Cross my non-existent heart." He made an X over his chest and Charlie finally let out a giggle.

"You have a heart, Alastor. Don't pretend you don't have one." Alastor rolled his eyes.

"No need to pretend. I can assure you that my chest is in fact hollow." Charlie raised one of her hands to cup his face, while the other was gently placed over his chest again.

"Then why can I feel it racing?" Charlie's voice had gotten...deeper? More sultry? No, Alastor was just imagining it. He licked his lips quickly as a nervous tic.

"Your imagination is something to behold." Charlie got closer to his face, raising on her tip toes. Alastor felt his body go electric, his mind swirling and he could in fact feel his heartbeat in his teeth.

"I can give you something else to behold." She whispered as she leaned forward, her lips a mere inch away from Alastor's.

"Surprise me." Alastor had said before he even thought about it. With a jolt of electricity that ran from his mouth to the tips of his hooves, he found himself liplocked with Charlie. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him possessively. Charlie pulled away and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Alastor."

"Yes, my dear?" Alastor's mouth was slightly swollen and he enjoyed every minute of it.

"Alastor?" Charlie said with a questionable tone. Alastor felt his eyebrows stitch together in confusion.

"What is it, Charlie?" Worry began to fill him. Could she not hear him?

"Alastor, wake up!"

Alastor jumped so hard that his forehead collided with something very hard. He heard a loud 'Ow!' come from beside him. He opened his eyes and realized he was back in bed, his silk crimson bedsheets soaked from him breaking in a cold sweat. Still rubbing his forehead that began to grow a bump, he looked to his left and saw Charlie standing there, rubbing her own head. He must've head butted her when she startled him awake.

He had dreamt it? All of it?

He took note that Charlie wasn't wearing her pajamas anymore. She was wearing her regular pantsuit she sported every day. It was proof enough that he had indeed dreamt the whole thing.

"Damnit, Alastor! You're a heavy sleeper." Charlie commented, pain still laced through her tone.

"You better have a good reason for waking me." Alastor couldn't help but be annoyed with her right now. As confused and worried he was about his mind's choice of dreams, he wasn't exactly thrilled that they were interrupted either.

"I just came to check on you. It's 10:30 and you're usually up by 7. I came in and you were tossing and turning and when I noticed you were sweating, I figured you might have been having a nightmare so I decided to wake you."

Quite the opposite actually, Alastor thought frustratingly. With Deja vu, he swung his legs over the side of his bed.

"Whilst I appreciate the concern, perhaps it isn't smart to scream in the Radio demon's face to wake him up." Alastor looked at Charlie's face and he could definitely tell that she regretted the way she had chosen to wake him.

"You wouldn't wake up when I gently shook you! I even tapped your face a few times." Alastor thought back in his dream when Charlie had cupped his face. So that's where that came from.

"Regardless, next time just let me wake up on my own. I would really appreciate it." Alastor stood up and stretched out his sore muscles. Charlie looked down and noticed the bottom of his abdomen was showing, the end of his pink scar poking out slightly.

"How's your injury?" Charlie asked gently, pointing to his exposed stomach. Alastor looked down and quickly lowered his arms.

"Never better, dear." He said a bit too quickly. Charlie could see he was still uncomfortable with having a vulnerability exposed like it was.

"Good." She wasn't going to push him, not after his wake up call.

"Now, if you would be so kind as to give me some privacy to get dressed, I'll accompany you downstairs momentarily." Alastor swept an arm toward the exit. He was beginning to feel more on edge the longer she was in his bedroom. Charlie suddenly looked very embarrassed.

"Oh yeah! Sure, of course!" She stuttered out as she hastened toward the door.

As soon as Alastor heard Charlie go out the door from his radio room, he sighed and sat back down on his bed. Clearly his invading thoughts and dreams weren't being caused by his angelic wound which made his mind race.

What was causing this? He rubbed his face aggressively with both hands to try and ground him. He found nothing in his VooDoo grimoire that could explain what was happening. The closest thing he found that matched his symptoms was a love curse but someone would have had to obtain a hair from him and a hair from Charlie and he couldn't see how that would be possible, at least with his. It also bothered him more that the only thing that sounded like what he was afflicted with was a love potion.

Surely it wasn't love he was feeling? He was very unfamiliar with the feeling, but he was having trouble finding another reason. He needed to figure out what was happening before things got out of hand. He noticed that he had managed to sweat through his entire sleeping attire, including his pants. He looked down and really looked at the groin part of his pants, realizing something with absolute horror.

That wasn't sweat. Oh Satan, what was happening to him?