Just Friends, right?

OK, everyone who bothers to read this. Let it be known that I was severely hit by an immense plot bunny and the effects are still lingering. Let it also be known that this is my first slash fic ever, so it is, shall we say, an experiment. My little bro got me into this show, a little while back, so here I am. This fic centers on my two fav characters, obviously feeling for each other. Not exactly sure why I chose this pairing, maybe I'm just crazy. (A distinct possibility, seeing as I am in fact writing this listening to the Remington Steele theme song.) In a last note, please be nice in your review. If all else fails, flames are grudgingly accepted. All right, that takes care of the formalities. On with the story.

Chapter 1: Dreams of Jen

One of the many things one could say about Nikki Wong was that she was a night owl, as it were. Night time was the time of day where she was the most effective, be it a night with the gang, a good streak of her writing brilliance or some other reason. But she always managed to get her good eight hours every night. This was currently her pastime now, asleep next to her boyfriend of three moths, Jonesy Garcia.

One other interesting note about Nikki was her dreams. They always seemed to give her the feeling of déjà vu whenever something happened in reality that triggered the memory of something in a dream. She usually saw something she liked in the dream and it sometimes happened. During her short stint at Stereo Shack, the Star Wars obsessed Darth commented that she was having vision through the Force.

In her dry, sarcastic way, Nikki had promptly told him where to shove his lightsaber.

But that was beside the point. Right now, Nikki was sleeping soundly, enjoying the dream she currently experienced. She stood at the fountain in the Galleria, with several million flowers dangling everywhere. She stood at an alter of sorts, with a guy who stood nearby that bore a disturbing resemblance to Ron the Rent-A-Cop. There was a crowd nearby, seated in two neat rows. Almost the entire gang was there, Jonesy, Jude and Wyatt, joking around. Caitlin stood nearby, beaming. She wore a white dress and held a bouquet of flowers.

Where was Jen?

Her parents were there, so were Nikki's. Why the hell was everyone in suits? Even Nikki was, partially. A navy blue suit coat and red tie sat over her trademark white shirt and cargo pants.

A new tune played out, Nikki noting that it had a distinct resemblance to the wedding march.

It was now that a girl began to walk down the aisle, in a flowing white dress, a veil over her head. Nikki cocked her eyebrow at the obviousness of a white and black referee's shit underneath.

Ron began to launch into a sermon about being gathered here today, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Nikki stood, tapping her foot and trying to stifle multiple yawns until the girl took Nikki's hand, saying as she slipped a ring onto her finger "With this ring, I duely wed you, my partner for life."

The only thing that surprised Nikki more than this was finding herself saying the exact same thing, performing the same motion.

In his raspy monotone, Ron spoke up again. "By the power entrusted in me by this retail operations center, I now pronounce you as a married couple. You may now kiss each other."

Nikki lifted the veil to gaze into a face she knew all too well. That dazzlingly white smile she knew, those enchanting, sea-blue eyes, just between that lovely, turned up nose and those cute, quirky eyebrows. All topped off by that never-quite-tamable crop of near-red hair, Jen Masterson smiled back.

Nikki clasped her by the back of her head and pulled her in. Their lips met in a flurry of passion, threatening to consume them both as the crowd applauded.

Maybe it was Nikki's imagination, but she could have sworn she heard Jude calling "Go, dudettes! You two rock!"

"I am so proud of you two…" Caitlin supplemented.

The two broke apart, where Jen, tears of joy brimming in her sparkling eyes whispered "I love you…"

Nikki smiled. "I know."

…

Nikki sat bolt upright, eyes lividly wide. What had just happened? She gave her now tangled purple mane a shake and walked to the bathroom. To compensate for her absence, Jonesy merely snorted and turned over in his sleep.

Nikki gave her face a cold, wet splash in the sink. Had that just happened? Her and Jen, together? That way? The only thing that shocked Nikki more than the thought was the fact that she had actually enjoyed the prospect of it. Jonesy was all right, but he could be such a self-centered, insensitive clod all the time. Jen, she was… different. She was hard working and able to keep a job. (Nikki mentally apologized to Jonesy. That WAS a bit of a punch below the belt.) but Jen was also sweet, kind, deep, and extremely pretty. This had been a thought that Nikki had entertained while attempting to temporarily drown out high speed Clone chatter.

Nikki sighed and gazed out the window, trying to ponder on what the dream meant. But the more she tried, the more she got back to square one: Jen and Nikki, Nikki and Jen. Just thinking of her made Nikki smile…

But it just wasn't right! What would everyone think? Nikki didn't care about a lot of things people said, but what her friends thought of her really mattered to her. She got this wakeup call ever since she and Caitlin got into that huge fight not too terribly long ago. Jen would hate her forever if she told her…

Troubled by this revalation, Nikki crept back to bed and curled up the covers.

"Dreaming about me again?" Jonesy asked, in his arrogant way.

Nikki sighed, lying through her teeth, "Only you, Jonesy. Only you."

End of chapter.

Ok, let the flamage begin. I know there is going to be a lot of it, but try to be nice, OK? Just keep in mind that like all my other fics, I am going to do my damndest to finish this story, like all my others. And there's nothing all you people who decided to flame can do about it! And don't make me go all Remington Steele on your ass! But for all who can find it in your hearts, please leave a nice review. And if you have one, I shall review your story. Ok, I've drabbled on long enough. I await your input with bated breath.