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A/N: Because this is a loop, each chapter will start out the same but with eventual variances. Just wanted to throw that out there to avoid any potential confusion. Some chapters are unapologetically short and this has a lot to do with Levi's temper, but you'll see. Enjoy!

                                                       "Hadn't had a dream In a long time

                                                                    See the luck I've had 

                                                             Would make a good man bad 

                                                                 So please please please 

                                                                  Let me Get what I want 

                                                    Lord knows it would be the first time

                        (Please, Please, Please Let me Get What I Want, The Smiths 1984)

She wakes up and stretches, the light coming in through her bedroom window piercing her eyes.

Squeezing them shut against the glare, she rolls over with a sigh...
And stares right into the face of the man lying next to her.
They both jump up, alarmed and confused,

"Who the fuck are you?" They say in unison.

"Me? I'll ask the questions! Who are you, and why are you in my bed?", She demands.

"How the fuck should I know? I went to sleep in my own damn bed!"

"I'll ask one more time", she says as she backs slowly towards her cell phone. "Or I'm calling the police."

He scoffs at her and rolls his eyes.
"The police?" He steps toward her. "Oh shit, I'm-"

"Don't come any closer!"

"-so scared."

He steps toward her anyway, and she makes a break for her phone, meaning to lock herself in the bathroom and call for help. It's no use though, he's fast and he has a hold of her just as her fingertips brush the phone. He throws her onto her bed, and it seems he can read her expression quite well. Seeing the look, and gauging her fearful thoughts quite accurately, he merely chuckles.

"Relax brat." He pins her down and gives her a rather amused look. "I'm not interested."

'She's pretty' he thinks as he looks down at her, 'but I can't let her distract me. I need to figure out where the hell I am, and how to get back.'

'fucking psycho' she thinks as she looks up at him, 'he was in my bed! The lunatic was IN MY BED, AND has the nerve to act all innocent?'

"Will you please tell me where I am?" He asks with deliberate calm. His nerves are honestly at the most frayed they've ever been.

She just glares at him angrily, feeling indignant at his treatment of her in her own home, no less!

"Listen to me you bitch! You better-"

He's gone.

"I'm back! What the fuck?" He stares around his quarters in bewilderment. With a mistrustful look at his bed, he heads to his office area; determined to distract his weirded out mind with some paperwork.

'what a strange dream.....' he thinks, 'didn't feel like a dream, though....' He closes the report he was pretending to read and thinks on it further.

'She was just as clueless as I was. Maybe even more so. It had to of been a dream, there's no other explanation..'
He sighs.

'I never even got her name....'

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