Disclaimer: I lay no claim to Dragonball/z or gt, nor any of the characters mentioned wherein. Molly, Jack, and the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death are copyright me, 2001, 2002, 2003.

A/N: Figured it was about time I did that. *sniffs* This is it...my baby's all growed up and on her own now....

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Petrified Tears
epilogue

They slept peacefully in the moonlight, curled up against each other, lightly holding each other in slumber. A light breeze moved in through the open kitchen window, moving invisible fingers through hair, trailing after it as a lover might.

She shivered, waking him slightly. He smiled, stroking the back of a finger across her cheek, pushing his hand back into strands of silken midnight.

"I love you," he mumbled, half asleep, stroking a hand across her hair, looking down at the sleeping face that rested in his lap.

"I think…I think I might…maybe…love you too." She yawned, a slight smile on her lips.

He smiled through a daze as blue eyes lifted towards him, fingers scratching gently at his stomach.

"I thought you were asleep."

She smiled back up at him as he caught her fingers in his. "I have a thirteen hour long flight to sleep on," she murmured. Blue eyes met bluer and she sat up, leaning back against his knees, head tilted onto her shoulder. "Besides, no dream could be as sweet as this."

He smiled at her sleepily and she reached forward, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. He caught her hand before she could and pulled her close to him, cradling her in his lap as he ran his hands through her hair.

"What if I want my dreams in the morning?" he asked her. A slight frown hinted on his lips. "They might be all I'll have."

She smiled and snuggled against him as he played with her hands, searching for scars that were mostly healed.

"Someone else might need this dream," she mumbled. "Someone else who cries at night." Arms wrapped around her and she burrowed her cheek into his shoulder. "How else will they know that some dreams are worth dreaming? That some dreams are worth wishing for?"

He nuzzled his face against hers, slumping back against the wall. "Do you still think that the sleep in your eyes when you wake up is tears petrified by beautiful dreams?"

She nodded, eyes closed against his, face cradled against his. "But you were right too. This world is built of dreams…sand that has been pushed into something harder, into something that we can build upon. The oceans…the shattered dreams…they're embraced by dreams worth dreaming…that's why we cry petrified tears at night. So that the beauty of them can't be destroyed by the nightmares and whatever else that tries to destroy them. Proof that our dreams always will be there. Supporting us when no one else will."

His arms tightened around her, holding her close against him.

"I'll never let you fall," he murmured, half asleep.

"I know you won't," she mumbled sleepily. "You were my dream…"