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"It's a dream baby, it's a beautiful one, but you know dreams..."

"I know, aren't real. I know."

-What dreams may come.

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"Now that was when people KNEW how to be in love. They knew it! Time, distance... nothing could separate them because they knew. It was right. It was real."

-Sleepless in Seattle

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Sandy's unforgiving glare was torturous. His steely blue eyes cast from Kirsten to Jimmy and back again. He didn't understand why Jimmy Cooper was kissing his wife and why he was drunk at this hour of the morning.

He really didn't understand why Jimmy said the words of "I want more," either. What was there to want more of, what had happened that made him mention such a thing?

More of what was the exact question.

"I want more of your wife," Jimmy sputtered his self confidence slightly losing control as he saw Sandy's heavy gaze.

Kirsten placed a hand over her mouth and backed away slightly from the escalating situation. 'Here comes the truth, down by a booth, with a lady named Ruth!' Mr. Irrational chimed in. 'Actually if I was you I would head for the hills so to speak.'

'Brace yourself kid,' Mr. Rational winced.

Sandy scowled as he looked at his shaken wife who was backing herself away from him, and Jimmy who almost seemed to sober up overnight.

"Would anyone like to tell me exactly what is going on here?"Sandy's voiced dipped low, and it held the hint of hurt.

"Sandy I um, Kirsten, um she came over because I was having an issue and we started talking, and things got out of control…" Jimmy stammered.

"How far exactly out of control did it get?" Sandy whispered fiercely.

Escalate. Verb. To increase in extent, volume, number, intensity, or scope.

No one answered.

"How far?" He repeated the anger in his voice raising.

"All the way," she barely whispered.

Sandy's head dropped to his chest and she knew the smile that she loved on his face was gone forever.

Hurt. Noun. To feel or cause to feel physically or emotional pain. To harm too. Damage.

The look of despair was evident on his face when he looked back up at her; his eyes ravaged with unshed tears.

"You're lying," his voice quivered. "YOU'RE LYING!"

She shook as his voice rang through the house like bells from a church. "Tell me you're lying, LOOK AT ME, and tell me that it's not true, that this is a sick joke, and you're lying." His voice riveted through the house again.

Ryan and Seth poked their heads out from around the corner. Both of them held a face that would make people quiver at a funeral. This was bad.

"You slept with Jimmy?" His voice was accusing, questioning, begging for her to say anything other than the truth. For anyone to say anything other than the truth.

She flushed as the tears rushed to her face and the truth was evident in her eyes as she could barely bring them to meet her husband's tearful gaze.

She could hardly muster a nod while Jimmy whispered "Sandy, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry, Jimmy? SORRY? Were you oh so sorry when you were fucking my wife? Or were you just sorry when she called my name out instead of yours?" Sandy spoke out venomously.

Kirsten winced.

"I don't know what to say…." Jimmy trailed off.

Sandy shook his head a smirk on his face that just displayed pure hatred, pure malice for the totally wrong, and awkward situation. A situation that he thought he never would ever be in.

"Sandy," she countered the tears in her voice as well as on her cheeks.

"DON'T," he spoke harshly as he looked at her and jerked away from her touch.

"Sandy," she pleaded, "Please…."

He shook his head at her, anger in his eyes, in his posture, "Please what Kirsten? Please forgive you? Why would I want to do that? This is what you've always wanted, Jimmy Cooper! Isn't it?"

She shook her head as the tears continued to fall down from her cheeks. "No… no never. It's always been you Sandy."

He broke into a grin, "If it's always been me, than why on earth would you cheat on me with Jimmy Fucking Cooper?" His words were ice.

'Ouch.' Mr. Irrational spoke as Mr. Rational bit on his fingernails.

Encountering a moment of silence as Kirsten didn't have a response and Jimmy stared at the floor, he turned on his heels and walked calmly up the steps.

When Kirsten looked up she saw the shocked faces of Seth and Ryan and went to walk over to them before Seth bolted up the steps to his father.

"Seth?" She called out hoarsely.

"How could you mom?" He whispered fiercely pausing enough to look at her. "How?" He demanded.

She could say nothing, "I don't know, it was a mistake."

Seth smirked, "Yeah, a huge one."

Ryan not wanting to get involved in the situation but not wanting to be involved in a fistfight either walked past a tearful Kirsten and to Jimmy opening the door for him, "I think you should go, you've caused enough damaged today."

Jimmy looked at Kirsten and then to Ryan's determined gaze before slumping out the door like a rat.

Ryan slammed the door and while looking at the floor, he walked silently up the steps to where Seth had disappeared.

Entering Sandy's room he was shocked to find him packing two large suitcases.

"Dad, you can't leave…." Seth's voice held a sound of desperation that Ryan had never heard before.

"You're more than welcome to come with me son, but I will not stay here anymore." Sandy's voice was determined.

Dread. Adjective. To cause great fear especially of some harm to come.

"Ryan, you too, if you want," Sandy managed to utter.

Seth had left the room and began packing. His mother cheated on his father, how could she? He didn't want to stay here, he didn't want to leave his Dad. He didn't know exactly what he would do and he sure as hell didn't want to find out.

Ryan walked down the stairs to where Kirsten sat, her arms around her body, tears falling from her eyes.

He managed to mumble the simple words, "Sandy's packing, and so are we," before stalking out to the pool house to grab some clothes.

Her heart stopped. Her worst fear, he was leaving and her boys were too. She was going to be left alone with no one. What was she going to do without Sandy, without her backbone, her best friend?

She heard the rush of feet and the slight groan of him as he hauled the causes down the steps. The gentle thud that came from them as he set them on the ground and took out the keys to the BMW. He opened the front door wordlessly and put them in the trunk before walking back into the mansion.

"Let's go Seth," he bellowed as he cast his eyes anywhere other than her.

When Seth rushed down the steps and past her without a single glance she let out a sob. She stood up and whispered, "Sandy, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please. Don't go, please?"

He frowned as he finally cast his eyes towards her, "I'm sorry too," he whispered as he leaned up and kissed her softly on the forehead before heading out the door, watching as Ryan sat in the backseat. "So sorry…."

"I'll make sure that one of the boys calls you," he managed to voice as he shut the door.

Nightmare. Noun. A frightening dream.

'Wake up, wake up,' The Rational's sang.

Her world faded to black.

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Kirsten Cohen bolted awake in the darkness of night. She was sitting up in bed and someone's arms were around her and she didn't know whose, but it frightened her. She tried pushing them away but they wouldn't leave.

She couldn't breathe. All she wanted was air.

"Breathe. Kirsten, breathe," Sandy's soothing voice was speaking softly to her.

A hand gently cascaded down her back as a kiss was tenderly placed upon her bare shoulder. "Breathe baby, just breathe."

She finally gasped for air.

"Sandy?" Her voice was weak and her hand struggled to find his.

"It's me, honey, It's okay." Another soft kiss pressed into her temple.

"Why haven't you left?" She spoke hoarsely and trembled.

He squeezed her hand. "Where would I go?" His voice was puzzled and he managed to move behind her so he could pull her reassuringly against his chest.

"Sandy I cheated on you with Jimmy, I slept with Jimmy, why are you still here?" Her voice was starting to break. She didn't think she could take him leaving again. She could feel his steady heartbeat against her back, as hers pounded on wildly it was soothing, relaxing, it was calming her terrified body.

"When was this?" He asked gently with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Two days ago, you remember it, you left…."

"Baby, Jimmy's been in Japan with Hailey for a week now, and two days ago you took Ryan and Seth shopping at the mall against their will, then we watched movies that night with the boys. It was just a dream."

'Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream,

Thank God.

Oh thank God.'

He coaxed her into lying down as he moved and propped himself up on his elbows so he could reassure her and look at her fearful, but gorgeous face.

"There's no mark?" She asked as her hand swept up to her collarbone and traced where it would have been. His eyes followed her hand.

He glanced down and his eyes widened as he moved to inspect the skin closer. Her skin was rushed with goose bumps as he brushed his lips softly against her flesh before gently sucking. She felt a surge of heat course through her body, the grip tightening on his hand, and he only pulled back when he was satisfied with a mark that he could see in the darkness of their bedroom.

"There is now," he chuckled and brushed his lips against hers playfully.

She shivered and her hand came up to cup his face, brushing against the five o' clock shadow that had grown on his face. "Tell me you love me," she trembled.

He smiled the bashful grin that she loved so much, as he looked her over, noticing the fear that was still in her eyes, as he leaning down and kissing her deeply. "I love you," he whispered, his voice deep and safe as he moved and kissed her jaw line slowly. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…."

"Don't ever leave me," she whispered desperately, as her hands tangled with his thick, dark, hair. She needed him, she needed to feel every inch of him against her. She needed to feel safe.

"I would never," he said lovingly as his lips found hers again and she deepened the kiss frantically.

"I love you," she whispered fiercely against his lips as her hands struggled with his shirt and boxers.

He smiled again as she tossed his shirt somewhere and her lips tickled over his collarbone and chest. "I know, I love you too," he said reassuringly and she felt his voice rumbled beneath her lips.

"Baby, I'm not going anywhere. It's okay," he placed another gentle kiss on her lips and pulled back to look at her.

She sighed shakily, "It was just so real," she trembled again and he leaned up and pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I would be scared too if I dreamt I slept with Jimmy Cooper," he grinned as she slapped his chest. "But I have you now, and I'm not leaving, okay?" His lips brushed against hers softly.

"Make me forget about it, Sandy, please?"

He smiled against her lips before kissing her passionately. "My pleasure honey."

"Be there in the morning?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I promise," he whispered before silencing her response with a deep, tender, kiss.

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