Again, the story based on the opening phrase. - (slightly modified)
  This takes the beginning of the previous version and puts a
  "twist" upon them.
   Same opening, *slighty* different story.
      (the second alternate.)
    You COULD read it as a prelude to the original.



                         Night Terror. prelude.
                            ver 2.5 - side C.

                               N.A.Sinclair
                                 seraphim@sentex.net

  ***After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily;
  however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall
  of her chest filling with air curiously absent.****

   The outside traffic cast erratic light as it moved past the heavily
  curtained windows. The sound of the city made a heartbeat of it's own.

   Leon shifted in the bed and propped himself up on one elbow.

   "Hey?" He said nudging his partner. "Hey."

    He froze.

    SHE lay there.

    Her hair was spread out like a white frosty halo.
   Her eyes were like golden coins.
   Her skin... so pale and so beautiful .... so unreal.

   He pulled the sheet back and her body was there
  looking like the first time.

   She was dressed in the torn rags of what was once lingerie.
  the stockings were ripped and torn and the bustier open
  exposing the coral pink of her pale nipples.

   Bullet holes riddled her body.
  (good center mass he observed.)
  The pale pink perfect flesh was ripped and torn exposing what
  lay beneath.
  Thick red and oily, lubricant welled through the gashes and wounds.
  Dull metal resisted shining in the rooms dim light.

   He felt acid rise in his throat but also felt his own throat close
  constrictivly with fear.

   The golden eyes blinked. The arms reached to hold him.

   "Kill me again." her voice was oh so sweet.

   "Love me again."

   He fought to free himself but she would not let go.

   "Leon. Leon wake up!"

   He opened his eyes and found himself wrapped up in warmth.

   He could not see.

   Blindly he stared forward lost in the terror.

   "Wha...."

   "Wake up you idiot. it's a *DREAM*!"

   He felt a soft impact in the middle of his back shortly followed by
  another... and another.

   These and the voice finally did it.

   The voice was insistent and pulled him from the dark dark pool
  where he was drowning.

   He finally opened his eyes and realized that the reason for his
  blindness and entanglement was the tangle of blankets and thick
  comforter about his shoulders and head.

   He slowly freed himself from the blankets to find himself looking
  blearily at his partner in the next room.

   The apartment was dark save for the desk lamp next to the unfolded
  couch.

   "Huh?" He asked brilliantly running a hand through sleep-tousled
  hair.

   "A dream." his partner replied as he picked up his glasses from
  the coffee table.
   "The same dream." Daley said "That you have every night after
  a big incident. The same dream that I keep bugging you about going
  to see the department facillitator about."

   "A Shrink." Leon clarified. He noticed the trio of stuffed boomer
  toys which Nene had given him at the office Christmas party last
  year were on the floor becide the bed.
  These had been the "thumps" he had felt:
   - tossed from their home on the couch.

   He picked on up and launched it in Daley's direction.

   The light haired detective plucked it out of mid-air and batted
  it back.

   "Somebody." Daley continued "To help you work out those
   "little problems"."

   "What problems?" Leon asked guilelessly

   "Ha ha." The slender detective replied.
   "Now go and have a shower Leon-chan, You're all sweaty and it's
  beginning to turn me on."

   "If that's the case I had better hurry." Leon said grinning and
  throwing off the sheets...

   "Nice butt" Daley commented, looking at his partner's departing
  form clad in boxers displaying tiny pink bunnies.

   "I like it." Leon agreed and headed for the bathroom.

   "If you need any help with you're back....or anything... give me
  a call." his partner called as he closed the door.

   "You're first on my list." Leon called back.
                           ***

   As the hot water pulsed out to strike and relax his muscles Leon
  finally felt his heart-beat begin to reach more normal levels.

   He hated this.

   It had been happening for how many years now 2 ?- 4 ? and had not
  gotten any better.
  He told himself it would in time but that just seemed like
  bullshit mow.
  He massaged the minty shampoo into his hair feeling the tingle
  of the herbal concotion on his scalp.
  It only happened on those nights that there was some sort of
  major boomer action and it seemed that there were more and more
  of these.
   Leon know from past experience that going on a "date" on these
  nights just made things worse. - both for him and whatever young
  lady he stayed with.

   He hated these nights

   He when the dreams had started.
  -remembered sobbing in Jeena's arms the first few times.
  He wondered if she had said anything to his new partner when
  Daley had been assigned.
  If so, his new partner had never admitted or let on.
  Daley had "just happened" to find an excuse to stay the night on
  several of these occasions and as a result Leon had not had to
  face those nights alone.
  Eventually it had become an unspoken agreement between the two
  men that unless something else got in the way Daley would be
  there on the nights he was most needed.

   *Someday* he knew he would give into to the suggestions to seek
  help but he felt that admitting this to anyone else would somehow
  be a sign of some deeper weakness.

   He towelled off and looked at himself in the mirror.
  Red-rimmed eyes stared back.
  They weren't as haunted-looking from the experience as
  he knew they could be. Probably due to the fact that he HAD been
  awakened rather than letting the thing progress to him going
  through further hell.
   He wondered how somebody would deal with this sort of thing in
  a "real" relationship. Normal people certainly didn't wake up
  screaming on a regular basis.

   Normal couples didn't fear falling asleep.

   He wiped the mirror with his towel.

   He shook his head and watched his reflection do the same.

   Someone like Priss would never understand it.
  Any chances (which, he admitted to himself were pretty slim anyway)
  with her would vanish in a puff of smoke with something like this.
  No matter how tough she appeared on stage she would react just like
  all the others... all the "normal" people.
   Sometimes part of him regretted not having the same sort of
  leanings as his partner.
  At least Daley knew what it was all about.
   Leon turned around and looked at himself over his shoulder
  -flexed.

   Ya, he did have a nice ass.

   He slid on his second-worst pair of boxers (-martini drinking
  penquins) - real men wore jockeys - well except when sleeping.)
  and tied on his robe.
  He rubbed the towel through his hair once more and tossed
  it over the towel bar.

   He emerged to find the living room lit and Daley in the
  the kitchen.

   His friend looked up hearing the door open.

   "Hurry up before it gets warm."

   "What?"

   Daley turned and showed what he was talking about.

   Two bowls were piled high with ice cream, covered with syrup.
  on top of this was a scattering fresh fruit. on top of this
  were cherry-topped mounds of whipped-cream.

   (Leon had wondered what Leon had picked up at the store on the
   way here.)

   "Well I decided that you wouldn't want to do anything else
  with this whipped cream - a pity really."
   "And" He added almost as an afterthought "ice-cream is cheaper
   than sleeping pills."

  "Shut up and give me a spoon." Leon said.


                           *FIN*




 Notes:

   Yes, this takes place a bit before Tinsel City and Nene has been
   working with the ADP for at least a few months. - Say since about
   mid 2031 (which would of course give Nene time to give Leon Christmas
   presents. I wonder if Leon and Nene ever.....naw....
   shooting fish for Leon...(at least in his mind. So maybe not)

   Neil
    april 99

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"The Pink-Haired Goddess, the Blue-Haired Goddess, I can't decide....
   I must have them both!"
                (Me in Kuno mode thinking about Mizumo Ami and Nene)
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