AN: Thanks for the reviews guys, glad you liked the first chapter. This chapter is a little short and might be kind of filler but it's more so like a bridge to the rest of the story. Hope you like. :D

2nd AN: Fran's name being short for Francine is pure speculation on my part.

Disclaimer: Look at chapter 1.

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"RJ!" Fran gasped as she felt the furry mass fall on her. It was heavy, so heavy she felt it pushing down on her stomach and chest, making it hard to breathe. The beast above her growled and snarled as it tried to get to her, its teeth bared. "No, don't!" Fran pleaded, trying her best to fight the beast off of her. She stared up at RJ's eyes with fear, silently pleading for him to let her go. The werewolf did no such thing as he simply increased his efforts. He overpowered her. "No!" Fran shrieked as she saw the wolf's mouth open wide as he dove for her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as she awaited the feel of sharp teeth tearing into her skin. She flinched slightly though when instead of the feel of sharp jagged teeth sinking into her jugular she felt a pair of soft lips lightly brushing across the skin. Fran gasped and opened her eyes. She shifted her gaze to the back of RJ's head as he continued to lightly touch her neck with his lips. She expected to see the grey, matted wild fur of the werewolf she'd been fighting off but instead she saw dark, straight hair. "RJ?" Fran breathed out. She felt him shift above her until he was back towering over her. Fran smiled as she saw his face. There was no long snout, no fur, no sharp teeth, just RJ's face smiling down at her. "You're back," she whispered.

"Of course I'm back," RJ replied softly. His voice seemed to flow like a soft spring breeze, echoing around them. "I could never leave you."

"You had me a little scared there for a minute," she said, chuckling nervously. RJ simply smiled before lowering himself down on top of her, his lips attaching themselves to hers. Fran's eyes drifted shut as she slowly returned the kiss. She moved her hands so they were no longer pushing against his shoulders and were now around his neck, her fingers weaving into his soft tresses. RJ's lips left hers and connected to her neck again.

"You taste so good," RJ whispered against her skin as he kissed her pulse point, his voice flowing like the wind. "I could eat you alive," he chuckled, the sound echoing all around them. Fran giggled.

"You nearly did," she whispered. She suddenly felt the hard floor beneath her fall away and be replaced by something soft, silky, a bed. "RJ…" She moaned. "Oh….RJ…"

"RJ….." Fran mumbled in her sleep. "Oh," she sighed. She turned in bed, which unfortunately, the bed she was actually in wasn't as wide as the bed in her mind. "R--wha!" She exclaimed as she felt herself fall out of bed. "Oomph!" she grunted as she landed on her side, the collision with her carpeted bedroom floor shocking her into wakefulness. A low groan came out of her mouth as she lifted her arm up and put her hand on her nightstand, feeling around for her glasses. After a few seconds of patting the surface of the table, her fingers brushed across the frames of her glasses and she pulled them down to her as she sat up, slipping them on. She frowned as she looked around and saw only her dark bedroom. No silk bed sheets, no RJ, and no kissing. "Oh, poo," she muttered to herself. She looked up and saw the neon lights of her alarm clock indicate it was 4:30 in the morning.

"Francine?" She heard her mother's sleepy voice call from the other room. "Everything all right, honey?"

"Yeah mom," Fran called back, "just…uh…" She sighed as she was unable to come up with a good enough lie, "fell out of bed," she said. There was silence for a while; Fran figured her parents were either too confused by that notion, or having themselves a nice long chuckle.

"Are you all right, dear?" She heard her father ask.

"Yes," Fran sighed.

"All right then, go back to sleep."

"Sorry if I woke you," Fran called out apologetically. She sighed and climbed back up on her bed. She tore her glasses back off and set them back on her night stand before settling back down in bed with a small pout and her misfortune. Not only had she come out of a pretty great dream just when it was getting to the good part, but her parents were now probably having a good laugh at her expense. She sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to go back to sleep; hoping to return to the dream……and to her further chagrin, she had no such luck on either part.

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RJ sat up in bed with a slight gasp as the dream he'd found himself in abruptly ended. He blinked as he looked around his room. His fingers touched the thin purple blanket draped over his legs. He almost expected to feel the cool smooth texture of the silk in his dream, which only led to him being jerked into reality as his fingers brushed against the cotton material.

"Whoa, intense," he muttered to himself before running a hand through his hair. He blinked as the movement brought him back to the dream, feeling Fran's fingers threading through his locks. He sighed and shook his head before throwing the blanket off his legs and swinging them off the edge of the bed. He slowly rose to his feet and carefully crept out of his room. When he came to the main room of the loft, he could hear the sound of Theo and Casey's snores coming from their respective rooms and the sound of Lily turning in her own bed. He walked across the room until he came to the stairs and carefully padded down the steps. The change from the room temperature wood floor to the cooler floor of the kitchen was a shock on his bare feet but he quickly got over it and made his way to the cabinet to fetch himself a glass. Once he got it out he went to the sink and filled the glass with cold water before touching the glass to his lips and downing its contents in a few deep gulps. He took a deep breath, panting a bit as he went to refill the glass. This time he took more leisurely sips from the glass as he walked through the swinging door to the dining area and sat down at one of the tables. He simply sat in the darkened restaurant, his fingers idly running over the smooth surface of the glass as he thought about the dream he just had.

He was on top of Fran as the wolf, just like earlier. Fran was scared and pleading for her life. He was wild, hungry, and ready to feast on his prey. He went for her neck, ready to sink his teeth but suddenly he wasn't the wolf any more. The hunger of the wolf was replaced by an entirely different kind of hunger as his lips found her neck and kissed it gently. He looked down on her, no longer the predatory beast he'd been moments before and her eyes were bright with happiness over that fact. He kissed her, tasted her. One moment they'd been on the floor, touching and kissing and the next they were in his bed. And then that was it, the dream just ended and RJ was awake. RJ frowned as he regarded his half empty glass of water.

"It was just starting to get good, too," he muttered to himself.

"What was?" Asked a sleepy voice, startling the wolf master. RJ looked up to see Lily padding into the room with a glass of milk in her hand.

"What are you doing up?" RJ asked as the yellow ranger slid into the seat across from him.

"I could ask you the same thing," she replied before taking a sip from her glass. She shrugged. "I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back, Theo and Casey were snoring so loudly, there was no chance of that," she said with a small laugh. "So, your turn," she said. RJ sighed.

"Just….had a weird dream," he said. Lily took another sip of milk and wiped at her mouth.

"What was it about?" She asked.

"Fran," RJ breathed out. Lily leaned in closer, suddenly very interested in this.

"Really, now? So, how was it just starting to get good?" Lily asked with a slight smirk. RJ looked at her.

"Don't start," he replied. Lily chuckled.

"What was the dream about?" She asked. RJ shook his head.

"Nothing," he stated.

"It couldn't have been nothing," Lily insisted. RJ nodded.

"It was…It was just me and Fran……standing somewhere……and that was it," he lied, praying she believed him. He gave a slight shrug. "Guess that's what made it so weird, nothing happened." Lily grinned.

"Did you want something to happen?" She asked. RJ's eyebrows went up and how easily she turned that around on him. Though, he figured, it wasn't that hard to believe since he had left her such a huge opening.

"No," RJ quickly insisted, "I mean……I just…." He quickly raised his glass of water to his lips in the hopes of having a reason to not talk as he tried to come up with something to say. He downed the rest of the contents in the glass before setting it down. "I think I'll just be going back to bed now," he muttered.

"You mean going back to that dream of yours?" Lily teased. RJ glared at her.

"Thanks Lily, you just volunteered yourself for bathroom clean up for the next week," he said in a light hearted tone. Lily's face fell as RJ chuckled and stood up from the table.

"No fair!" She called after him. RJ simply chuckled and walked to the kitchen to deposit his empty glass in the sink before going up to the loft and climbing back in his bed, a part of him hoping he did, as Lily had suggested, return to his dream. Unfortunately, as much as he would've enjoyed that, he had no such luck.