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Surely her dream couldnвЂ™t have been like his - had it? She looked horrified, it had to be - but disappointment didnвЂ™t make sense. He had imagined her Temperance-fueled dreamscape to be something horrible, similar to the dreams that still so often plague her sleep. вЂњIt wasnвЂ™t real.вЂќ She repeats, voice in disbelief andвЂ¦ disappointment? That sad, scared, vulnerable look on her face plays on repeat behind his eyelids, effectively blocking out her blissful expression from his own dream. Knees knocking, breath shuddering, every nerve on end. He grips her tighter reflexively as she trembles only to find heвЂ™s shaking too.

Running a hand over the back of her head, fingers combing through the ends of her tangled hair, one large palm gripping tightly against her ribs. SheвЂ™s nodding, soaked through and shivering, and the way her acrid hair is pressed against his nose definitely makes it hard to breathe, but Ace canвЂ™t stop touching her. He tries again louder, voice rough, вЂњDon't you ever scare me like that again.вЂќ We canвЂ™t keep doing this. His mouth is moving, but Ace canвЂ™t tell if heвЂ™s actually speaking over the roar in his ears, or if itвЂ™s just the ticker tape on his heart. ItвЂ™s okay, youвЂ™re okay, IвЂ™m here, you came back to me. She stumbles into him and he gladly takes her weight, her arms taking a stuttered second before reciprocating his embrace, locking around his waist. SheвЂ™s still frozen, dazed, but Ace is in motion, cupping her jaw and pulling her to him to press a fervent, desperate kiss to her forehead, tugging her into his arms.

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He swears it's an audible click when she finally breaks free from it. His arms follow her, hovering, on edge, poised to protect, but the horrified, shattered look taking over her face gives him hope that sheвЂ™s waking. Something in his voice or his touch seems to bring her back from the brink, because suddenly sheвЂ™s pushing him away with a hand to his chest. вЂњNancy! Nancy, wake up! Wake up!вЂќ His voice is raw, desperate, fingers gripping tighter into her shoulders, trying to shake her awake. Finally looking at her face, NancyвЂ™s gaze is blank, unseeing, and Ace realizes in horror that sheвЂ™s dreaming.Д«etter than lighting yourself on fire while awake, I guess. Her grip is strong on the matchbox as he wrenches it from her, discarding it and the spent match across the room. The match flares between them, the flame already licking her fingertips as he ducks his head to blow it out, fingers circling her wrist. вЂњ Nancy!вЂќ He dives for her, long fingers wrapping around wet shoulders to spin her to face him. It's a slow half second of fear before he registers the strike of the match and the bloom of sulfur. The house reeks and heвЂ™s just placing the scent as acetone when Nancy is thrown into sharp relief by a light in front of her. Ace breathes a quiet thank you to Bess, for the day she decided that platanchor privileges meant he should be custodian of her Drew house spare key because she would probably lose it.ДЇumbling for a moment in his haste with the lock he steps in, straining to make out NancyвЂ™s silhouette in the dim light of the kitchen. The rest of the drive passes in a blur and suddenly heвЂ™s whipping into the driveway and bounding up the stairs. He knows, in the marrow of his bones and the growing pit in his stomach that she is in trouble. How one look at her face and he knows if she needs a sounding board or a sympathetic ear space or a sly joke. How he knew sheвЂ™d been different with the wraith. In the way that he knows most everything about her. HeвЂ™s not sure how he knows, he just does. He can practically hear BessвЂ™s exasperated admonitions now.Д«ecause right now that he is sure of - that Nancy is in danger. Once heвЂ™s sure NancyвЂ™s safe he can think more critically about what a dream of kissing your best friend might mean. He clenches his eyes tight in a futile attempt to clear the vision - far too keyed up in the moment to begin to unpack it.

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How the hell had he been driving while dreaming that ? In the shakiness of the adrenaline he can still feel the phantom warmth of NancyвЂ™s waist beneath his hands, the skin of her neck beneath his lips. Supernatural dream courtesy of terrifying ancestor Temperance Hudson is clearly the only explanation for a near on hallucination of him kissing Nancy.Д¬oming to while driving and swerving from an oncoming car at the last second is definitely not how he planned this evening.ДЄce pulls over to get his bearings, fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel, breath heaving. Nick and George had related their disturbing sleepwalking experiences just this afternoon, and now Ace has obviously had his own.