My first Dead Space story so go easy on me if I get anything about it wrong. Constructive criticism is welcomed, however flame reviews will be deleted, just want to get that point across.

I'm not looking towards any necromorph attacks, and I'm trying to center this story mainly on the relationship of Isaac/Ellie. But if it's requested by a majority of my readers for a necromorph outbreak, I'll go ahead and put it in there. Its going to be a short chapter, just so I can get the story up for now, but you will be seeing more out of me in the future.

"You say your dreams have gotten worse every night?"

"Yes."

"What are your dreams about?" The shrink asked. The patients head hung low, while thinking of the horrible nightmares.

"My dead girlfriend Nicole," The shrink looked down at his orange holo-screen for a second to analyze the data that he was getting from the wires attached to the patient.

"It's more than that, is it Mr. Clarke?" Isaac Clarke lifted his head back up and nodded. "What else are you dreaming about? Something you lost or perhaps something else important to you?" Isaac paused for a moment and made a silent gulp.

"Ellie," Isaac let out silently. The shrink leaned forward in his chair a bit, and placed his left fist under his chin for support.

"Ellie Langford, the one who made the recommendation?" Isaac nodded again. The shrink lifted himself out of his chair and walked behind Isaac with his hands behind his back.

"You're developing feelings for her aren't you? But you feel guilty for Nicole; don't try to deny it Isaac." The shrink guessed right, but Isaac won't admit to it by staying silent. The shrink shook his head, and looked out the window overlooking the entire space station that was orbiting Jupiter. "Very well then, I will prescribe to you a medicine that can help control your dreams better."

Isaac took a seat in one of the trams to head back to his apartment. He looked down at his hand, where he was holding a bottle of pills that was said to help him control his dreaming. Isaacs's dementia was gone, meaning he doesn't hallucinate while he is awake, but is still suffering from it in his sleep.

In all he ended up at the space station with Ellie, who actually made him go to the psychologist's office, after they learned it had nothing to do with Unitologists, or Earthgov. They have been able to live 8 months on the station without being found, and have gotten a decent apartment near the south sector.

Isaac thought back to the shrink, when he said that he was actually developing feelings for Ellie. How would he know that? He must be a real professional. Relationship wise, they aren't in any sort of dating; but they are real close. Sure they hug each other a lot, but that is just like any other normal friends. Isaac just had the feeling that the shrink was right. He and Ellie have been through the worst together, what hasn't ended up romantic in the end?

The door to the apartment slid open, and Isaac walked in. To his left was the kitchen which was only a small space in one big room with tile and kitchen appliances. The rest was brown carpet, directly in front of him was the couch and T.V. which stood in the biggest part of the room, where the giant window looking out into the city was.

Isaac set the bottle of pills down on the kitchen table, and started toward his couch. Half-way there he heard a noise coming from the small hallway on his right.

It was the shower running. Probably Ellie he thought.

He jumped onto the couch, lying down while staring at the ceiling. He thought of his options for a moment, crashing would only mean more nightmares, unless he takes a pill; so that would be his last resort. He could watch some T.V. but nothing seemed to have ever spiked his interests. Hell all that's been broadcasted is always about Unitology or news about Earthgov, ironic. He suddenly heard the door slide open, and the shower was silenced. Ellie could probably talk.

He didn't move a muscle, still staring up at the ceiling, while listening to bare feet walk onto the kitchen floor. He waited for her to start saying something, if she even realized he was there.

"Hey Isaac," he heard the sweet Australian accent speak to him, followed by the sound of the refrigerator door closing. "How was the visit?" The question seemed rather odd; he thought that she would know just like all the other times he told her. After all she did make him go. But coincidentally, it was something different this day.

"This visit seemed…" he pondered for a word to describe it, "different."

"I see, and they finally gave you medication?" Ellie rattled the bottle of pills that Isaac brought home. Isaac narrowed his eyes in dismay.

"What do you mean finally?" Isaac questioned, sitting up to look at her. She was practically wearing nothing, but a towel that was wrapped around her and her hair bundled up inside of another towel wrapping around her head. Ellie had her back to him, so she wouldn't notice him staring. He quickly drew away from his gaze on her, and laid back down, acting as if he saw nothing.

"Well how else will we treat that sickness of yours?" Isaac mentally agreed to that, but without an answer. "Besides, you keep drinking all the beer."

"I thought that was for me," Isaac said sarcastically, growing a smirk on his face.

"Bastard," Ellie let out, taking a sip of a half empty bottle. Isaac sat back up again, this time facing the other way, so he wouldn't have to look at her.

"So how was work?" Isaac started back up again, while crossing his leg over his knee.

"The boss is a real hard ass, needs to be very thorough about what we pilot," Ellie took a seat next to Isaac, "But I might get that promotion by next week."

"And Ellie, why aren't you dressed?" Isaac asked with his brow raised. Ellie took another sip of the beer.

"What? we've never been this close before?" Ellie replied with a smirk. Isaac squinted in confusion.

Maybe she's drunk, He thought but took another look at her; or maybe not.

"I just can't stand wearing clothes right now, haven't changed or showered for four days," Ellie explained. Isaac nodded in a weird way as if he were saying, 'ok?'

Ellie was acting strangely, and something was up, Isaac knew that for sure. Ellie took yet another chug of her beer. Isaac examined her closely after she put the beer down, first closely in the eyes. The eyes; two eyes believe it or not. Her right eye which only those months ago was vigorously ripped out of her socket, has been replaced and seems to have a glow in its pupil, which was very different from her natural left eye. He kept gazing till he realized that she was caught in the same act as well. It was as if a supernatural force started to pull them together, closer and closer, while drawing up a strong heartbeat in Isaacs's chest. Isaac closed his eyes, blinding him from what he would witness himself do. He slowly opened them halfway again this time taken back by how close they got. Their noses were now slowly sliding along each side, with Isaacs head tilting a little to the right. He closed them again to give the experience to his sense of feeling. It was until he felt Ellie's soft lips begin to brush his that he realized just what he was doing.

He broke the passionate moment with a small breath of air, and quickly pulled away from Ellie's space. Without thinking he got up from the couch and began heading toward his bedroom.

"Goodnight Ellie," he said without looking at her. He grabbed his pills and disappeared into the dark lair which was his room.

You guys don't know how hard it is to try and come up with a title for this. For now it is a short chapter, I will have longer chapters in the future. Also it may change to M later on because I might add some sexual content, and if wanted some necromorph horror, but like I said there needs to be a majority if people want a necromorph attack. So review and tell me what you want to see out of this in the future. I like the readers' pleasure to have a story go the way that they want it to so yea. Also tell me how it is for a first time doing Dead Space fanfiction, constructive criticism is welcome cause from the Mass Effect archive I'm almost known to make a lot of mistakes, or at least one of my ME stories. So be my guest.