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Next chance I got I slipped across the road to their Gate House H.Q. and the great Gate. It looked kind of like an oversized garden gate and was always guarded by at least 2 Gate Gangers. Gerome wasn’t on duty and it was pretty difficult just getting close to the 2 at the Gate. I don’t know how we’d managed it the first time or maybe they’d stepped up security since then. In any case it required skulking to get to the Gate this time and I had to practically ambush the guard in order to talk to him. I lucked out; it was Sandie's honey.

I apologized for dragging him aside like that. He seemed a pretty descent type… for a Gate Ganger and asked him if he’d pass a message on to the guy I’d had the fight with. Since we couldn’t seem to get near each other, I asked if he’d pass on my apology for bopping him one like that… and any time he cared to arrange it (by what ever means) I was looking forward to our rematch. He said he’d do his best. I guessed I’d take that as good enough. After all, it didn’t matter if I got a response as long as the message was passed. I thanked him and skulked my way back towards school. This was no easy job.

-Sheesh- I thought –I’d hate to be a burglar trying to bust into this place when they’re on their guard. These guys are as thick as flies on garbage. Almost makes me wander what they’re guarding in there.- Almost, but not enough to risk getting caught to try and find out. I may attend martial arts classes 2 nights a week but aside from that I’m an ordinary schoolgirl… apart from that whole ‘I’m watching you lot and I know your watching me too’ bit.

As I was leaving their side of the road I suddenly felt dizzy. I staggered and stumbled before recovering and crossing back to school. My head buzzed for the rest of the day and I dreamed strange dreams that night.

-Guess they must’ve got me after all.- I thought sitting bolt upright in bed. Strange dreams for me a no biggy and normally I enjoy them… this time though I’d been dreaming about the Gate and what was behind it. There was a longing, like I've always thought an exile would feel for their home country. I wanted to BE there. It was almost a need.

To my irritation I dreamed of that blasted Gate for a week straight… I also dreamed of that guy, Gerome, and that he was speaking to me. That he wanted me to come to him. In my dream I was telling him I’d love too, to you know, apologize for hitting him and all but I couldn’t get near him and those wretched wannabe’s kept him from getting near me at school… though I had little doubt he knew where I lived and could’ve approached me there if he’d wanted too. He couldn’t just yet, he said. It’s against the rules.

Dreams have rules?! I exclaimed. Who’s good idea was that… and where can I bury them for it!

He laughed. He said he accepted my apology but we’d started something now that had to be seen through to the end, because if he didn’t act… someone else would.
Sounds nasty… but what had that to do with me… unless, he wanted that rematch. That sounded kind of fun to me, anywhere, anytime he was up for it! I’d had a bit of training and I wanted to see who’d win when I didn’t crack my head against convenient Gateposts.

He smiled quietly and said he would have liked to see how a fight like that turned out too. Oh, and I should stop fighting the urges my dreams gave to me. After, maybe we could have that fight. He sounded… possessive?

I blinked and said was he completely crazed?! Those dreams were calling me to get beyond the Gate Gangers Great Gate!… You know, the one he’d been guarding? The one that was now so heavily guarded a schoolgirl had trouble even getting onto the same property as it? I mean… I’ve got a bit of skill and aren’t completely ignorant when it comes to ways of crunching or K.O.ing people but I’m no ninja… and it’d take something like a ninja with a psi/superpower boost to get into their territory, let alone getting through or across their Gate. It would be suicide or certain capture for anything less. Suicidal I was definitely not and capture was not something I would’ve relished either.

You are stubborn, he smiled. He fairly radiated anticipation.

No, I retorted, I simply have a healthy regard for my own skin.

He laughed again but said that this wasn’t my choice anymore, but he’d be as gentle as he could.

Oh dear, I said and he vanished.