AUTHOR'S NOTE ::: This story is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. In this story John and Blair are married, and she has just recently received word that her husband is dead... or has she?

I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

*~The Lyrics~*

I was only dreaming.
I wake and I find you,
Asleep in the deep of,
My heart,

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you,
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you,
Gloomy Sunday.

*~Haunting Dream~*

The gun went off and everything shattered. And for a moment, it had all exploded into nothingness. Only thing remained : her awareness of being. Is this what death was supposed to feel like? No! It couldn't be. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, and her breath was coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

"John!" she called out, shooting straight up in the bed. Lying next to her in the quiet darkness was her husband, held safe in his dreams. Tears filled her eyes when she realized, it had been just a dream. All of it. The most terrible, painful dream she had ever experienced, but a dream no less. He wasn't dead! John was safe here, lying beside her in their bed.

"Baby, what is it?" John whispered, reaching out to her and pulling her into the comfort of his embrace.

"A dream. A horrible dream. But it seemed sooo real," she murmured as she pressed her face against the beating of his heart.

"Dreams can be brutal," he said quietly as he kissed away her tears. "But everything's alright now. I'm here."

In that moment Blair had found all she had ever wanted. Settling herself into his arms, her heart had found peace again.


(A/N: The lyrics throughout this story are from the song "Gloomy Sunday" as preformed by Sarah McLachlan)