A/N- This is another Magic Roundabout fic I felt like writing but for Zeebad/ Zebedee. I hope you like it but there might be a little fluff between them so if easily angered, don't read, okay?.
Ch 1
Snowflakes fell onto the Magic Roundabout as night fell. But Zeebad was brooding in his prison asleep in lucid dreaming when he heard something call to him in his wintry paradise. "Zeebad… come to me… Make your dream real. Remember son that I live. Carry out your mission.." Something hissed in his dream. "Who're you?" he yelled as black mist surrounded him and a hand grabbed him, choking him. He screamed as he woke up as a snowflake hit his head.
He woke up as tears fell down his blue skinned face. For months now after being imprisoned more, he'd been having awful nightmares like that with the same voice calling out to him. Zebedee was about to go home when he heard sobbing come from the Roundabout. He was worried as he appeared in Zeebad's prison. Weapons were lying beside the ice blue Magical Springer as well as broken beer bottles. Zebedee was scared. There were millions of cuts and wounds over his foe's body. "What've you done to yourself?" he whispered. "Don't let it get me." Zeebad said in fear. Zebedee decided to heal him. He knew what he was about to do was dangerous and could risk the next Ice Age happening but Zeebad wasn't himself so ir was worth it. He then took the blue skinned Magical Springer in his arms and vanished. When he appeared in his house, Zebedee laid Zeebad next to the fire place and wrapped blankets around him.
Zeebad winced in pain. "I'm sorry if that hurt. I don't want you to get worse." he said to Zeebad as his eyes opened. Why was his foe doing this? It didn't make sense but he was liking it but tried to deny it. "How come... when I found you, you were upset?" Zebedee asked gently. "I'll tell you. I've been... having awful nightmares about this black mist and a hand keeps coming out of it. It always hurts me but I wake up screaming. They started after you locked me up." he explained in sadness. Zebedee had a feeling something was calling to both him and Zeebad because he'd had a few of the dreams Zeebad had described. He shivered in fright but Zebedee wrapping his arms around him made him feel better. Zeebad's heart seemed to pine for more of this that Zebedee was giving him. But somebody was watching them, somebody from the past who wanted them gone... .
