It was nearly midnight when Micky headed up the stairs in his and Lauren's house. He peeked in on the twins and, seeing them sleeping peacefully, he grinned and headed to the bedroom. He slipped into the room quitely and crossed to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door after him. He came out a few minutes later in shorts and a t-shirt. He dropped his clothes from the day into the hamper, then went around the bed and got in his side.

He found Lauren facing his side. She had a peaceful look on her face as she slept quietly. Micky smiled and gently brushed his fingertips across her stomach. A faint grin appeared before she rolled over away from him.

Micky gave an amused look and made a mental note to tell her about her reaction in the morning. He rolled over onto his stomach and let his left arm hang over the side of the bed, his fingers almost reaching the floor. He closed his eyes and it was mere moments before he fell asleep and began to dream.

The first thing Micky saw was the devils' desert hideout. Demons wandered the halls, laughing and seeming to be having a great time. Micky realized they couldn't see him so he followed the hall, looking for the source of the apparent party. He ended up coming to a large ballroom. Demons were dancing to live music. He slipped into the room and walked along the wall. Micky soon realized who was singing with the band. It was Sheila.

He knew that Alex had to be nearby. Micky continued along the wall, passing the snack table, but not without grabbing a cup of punch. He drank it down without any second thoughts about it.

Towards the back of the room, he saw a couch set up. Micky squinted his eyes to get a good look through the darkness of the room... and the inability to get his eyes to focus.

Alex was indeed sitting on the couch, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a girl wearing a black leather mini dress. Micky was beginning to sway as he reached the couch and realized the girl Alex was sitting with was Lauren.

Micky froze. He watched as Alex leaned in and whispered something in Lauren's ear. She grinned and let him nuzzle her neck. Alex's free hand ran its way up and down her thigh. All Micky could do was watch as they had their fun. Micky did finally glance back at the ballroom, but found it had changed to a small, office-like room. He turned back to the couch and his eyes widened.

Alex had leaned Lauren back on the couch and propped himself up on his left arm and had his right leg wrapped around hers. Alex trailed the fingers of his right hand up and down Lauren's left side, emitting some giggles from her.

Micky watched, a look of sheer terror on his face, but he still stood frozen. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself to move. He still couldn't move as he watched clothes being removed.

As the sounds of passion filled the room, Micky's eyes rolled upwards and he sagged to the floor, out cold. He woke up some time later and found himself strapped to a table, clad in only his shorts. He glanced around hazily, trying to make his eyes adjust, but couldn't.

"Didn't you like the show?"

Micky turned his head to the voice and found Lauren standing to his left. He frowned. "Babe... what's going on?"

"You didn't like the show, did you?" she asked again.

"Show?" Micky repeated. "No! No, I didn't like the show! Lauren what's wrong? What's going on?"

"She's mine, now," Alex said, as he walked up behind Lauren and put an arm around her shoulders.

Micky's eyes widened. "No!"

"Oh, yes, I am," Lauren said, smirking evilly. She turned to Alex. "Alex..."

Alex put a hand up. "No, I won't subject you to putting up with him again. I have a much better idea before I finish him off. Why don't you go grab something to eat and I'll be along in a few minutes."

Lauren nodded, grinning. "Okay. Don't take too long. I want you ready later." She winked, then turned and left the room.

Alex turned back to find Micky giving him a questioning look. Alex leaned against the table. "By now you know that I'm not overly picky who I have a good time with, be it female or male. There's always been one nagging thought in the back of my mind. Essentially, I'm you and you're me, we're just two different sides of a coin. So, if I were to have a good time with you, it'd be like having a good time with myself, which is perfectly normal..."

Micky turned a few shades of green. "You--you're--I think I'm gonna be sick..."

Alex looked taken aback. "I am offended! I know you've had your own fun. I'm you! I have your memories! I know about that stash of magazines--"

"Alright!" Micky interrupted. "What--what're you gonna do?"

Alex grinned evilly. "It doesn't matter. All you have to do is lie there..."

Micky's vision spun as Alex got closer and everything turned to blackness. He felt a hand on his leg and jerked away.

Micky rolled over and landed with a thud, jarring him awake. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the light. He found himself back in his own bedroom. He looked to his left and up and found Lauren sitting up in bed, the lamp on the nightstand shedding a faint light over part of the room.

"Mick, are you okay? I woke up because you were tossing and turning and heard you whining. I touched your leg to wake you and you rolled right off the bed," Lauren said, her eyes a little wide with worry.

Micky ran a hand through his hair and gave a slight sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, babe. I--I was having a nightmare... and I guess when you touched me... well, since I didn't know it was you, it scared me."

Lauren frowned, giving him a sympathetic look. "It's been a little while since you last had a nightmare."

Micky sighed as he got up, then climbed back into bed, sitting up next to Lauren. She gently placed her hand on his thigh. He jerked slightly at the touch. "Sorry, I guess my reflexes haven't fully woken up yet."

"What was the nightmare about?" Lauren asked.

Micky paused a moment and looked into Lauren's eyes. "I don't know if you really want to know..."

"Tell me," she said, a no-nonsense tone to her voice.

"Well, okay," Micky began, then went on to fully describe the dream. When he finished, he put his head in his hands. "I can't believe I can still remember that whole disgusting dream."

Lauren had wrapped an arm around him and looked on sympathetically... but she had also paled at the description. She didn't say anything.

"Babe?" Micky asked, then turned to face her. He groaned, seeing the look on her face. "Oh man..."

She waved her free hand and shook her head lightly. "I'm okay."

Micky looked her in the eyes. "My stomach is doing back flips. I don't believe that you're okay."

"No... I'm not. I'll be right back," Lauren said, then got up out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Micky followed and did what he'd done when she had morning sickness. He took a seat on the side of the tub and held her hair back, out of her way.

She finally leaned back and gave him a weary look. "It's the pregnancy," she confirmed, then added, "the description of the nightmare just triggered it, I think."

"Gee, I wish I could blame my sick feeling on being pregnant," Micky commented, trying to lighten the mood. As a response, he felt a light punch to his knee. "What? Was it something I said?" He gave a faint grin. He shifted from his seat on the side of the tub to the floor.

Lauren matched the faint grin and closed her eyes, leaning back against him. "I love you, Micky."

"And I love you, babe." He brushed her bangs from her forehead as she fell asleep. He decided to sit a few minutes and let her fully fall asleep before carrying her back out to the bed. "I wonder if I could put a sleeping spell on myself so I don't have another horrible dream like that..."

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