Summary: "Whenever they started, Nancy found that she could not stop Frank Hardy from entering her dreams." Nancy's dreams lead her to a decision. A little drabble. ND/FH

AN: I know it's short. I wrote it quickly after a bout of inspiration and I just couldn't see myself holding onto it so more could be added later. I think it stands pretty well on it's own. And I like the obvious foreshadowing.

And I just made up the number "63 days".

Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys. If I did, things would be different.

Dreams

She couldn't remember when it began; really, there was no way that she would ever know for certain.

Whenever they started, Nancy found that she could not stop Frank Hardy from entering her dreams.

At first his appearances were rare and clouded by the haze so often present in dreams. She awoke with only the vague recollection of his face.

But as time passed and they shared more cases, spent more hours next to each other, drew apart more reluctantly, the detail of the dreams became harder to deny.

When she woke now, Nancy could still feel his eyes watching her, the touch of his lips lingered on her own, she could almost smell the cologne he had worn in Egypt.

The day after a dream, she had trouble meeting Ned's eyes. Guilt stole the sincerity from her smile.

She felt the ghost of a ring on her finger.

How could someone that she has only spent a grand total of 63 days with change her so much? Rouse more passion in her than a boyfriend of 3 years?

How could the remembrance of him stop her breath?

Perhaps…it was time for a change…