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Mr. Utterson, worrying at night over his friend : Or else he would see a room in a rich house, where his friend lay asleep, dreaming and smiling at his dreams; and then the door of that room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding.

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Which is not slash, but not for lack of trying! XD

I will probably be rambling more on this later (when I am more awake and coherent) but for now, shiny linkage must suffice. Go! Go forth and read the way-too-short-but-incredibly shiny story! ~You know you want to~