Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants.

"What do we do now?"

Evie stared at Mal worriedly, chewing on her bottom lip. It was over. Mal's mother was being kept in a secure part of the castle where she would remain as a lizard until… well, for a while. The four of them had chosen to be good instead of bad like their parents. Ben was king. Everything seemed to be perfect.

Why did she feel so… scared?

"Now, we live," Mal said, her green eyes flicking over at Evie from where she was lying on her bed.

Evie sighed and turned her eyes to the ceiling. Could they actually do that? After everything that had happened, everything that the four of them had been through, could they actually live a normal life?

No, Evie knew that wasn't true. They couldn't. For one, they didn't have parents who loved them. They didn't have parents to look after them. They had grown up abused and neglected and unloved and that was bound to leave some marks.

They were good but they were different. The fight had been won but there was still a war going on inside of them.

"How?"

Mal sat up in her bed and gave a sigh. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her hands. Evie copied her.

"I have an idea."

It was said so suddenly that Evie nearly jumped out of her skin. Her head shot up, blue hair flying out of her face, and she stared at her friend anxiously, "What is it?"

The purple-haired girl stood up and grabbed her blanket and pillows, "Well, since you're not going to let me go to sleep, I'm going to Jay and Carlos' room."

Had Mal said this to anyone else, it would have been offensive. Evie knew better. Mal might have chosen good but habits are hard to break. She wasn't trying to be mean to Evie, she was trying to say that she couldn't sleep.

Evie gave a small smile and followed her friend's actions, climbing out of bed and grabbing her blanket and pillow, "I'll come with you."

The small smile on Mal's face was worth possibly getting in trouble for walking around after curfew and going into the boy's room at night.

The two girls, dressed in their pajamas, quickly made their way out of the bedroom. Quiet, as to not disturb anyone, they both made their way to the boys' dormitory. It didn't take them long to find Jay and Carlos'.

Mal knocked swiftly and softly while Evie stayed on the lookout.

The door opened after a long moment and Jay glanced out, hair disheveled and having very obviously just been woken up.

"What are you two doing?" he asked, annoyed, "it's like, two in the morning! I'm all for all-nighters but only if you warn me first!"

Evie grinned as Mal rolled her eyes and pushed her way past the boy, "Don't worry, Sleeping Beauty, we won't disturb your slumber."

"You already did," Jay pointed out but he made no move to prevent the two girls from coming into the room.

Evie had never been in their room at night so she found it odd how different it looked from during the day.

Their beds had been stripped of their sheets, blankets, and pillows. The two boys had created a type of pallet on the floor and Carlos was sound asleep on it, curled up with the quilt that Evie had given to him before they had arrived at Auradon.

Jay must have seen the confused expressions on their faces. As he closed the door, he explained in a quiet voice, "Neither of us could really sleep on the mattresses… they were too soft."

Evie suddenly understood. Carlos was used to a lumpy old mattress and Jay was used to a rug. Evie and Mal had been lucky enough to have actual beds in their homes, the boys had not.

The two girls wasted no time before creating their own pallets on the floor with the blankets they had brought. Jay rolled his eyes at them but didn't say anything as he settled down on his own pallet beside Carlos'.

With Evie settled on her pallet between Mal and Carlos, she found herself smiling. She was surrounded by her friends and her mother couldn't get to her… she hoped.

Her eyes fell on Carlos' sleeping form as a whimper suddenly escaped his lips. She watched him for a moment, concerned. Another whimper came into the room and he shifted slightly, eyebrows scrunched together.

"What's wrong with him?" Mal whispered, sitting up and glancing over at the younger boy. She looked worried.

"Nightmare," Jay answered softly, "he gets them a lot."

Evie chewed on her lip. She knew that out of all of them, Carlos probably had the worst home life. Forced to practically be a slave by his mother, it wouldn't surprise Evie if the woman hurt him for punishment.

Her mother would never dare hurt her. She might not have loved her and treated her like a doll but she didn't want her to be bruised. How was she supposed to be pretty, after all?

"What do we do?" Mal asked, not knowing how to handle the situation.

Jay shrugged, "I usually just wake him up."

Evie huffed softly, not liking that idea. She knew Carlos well enough. He'd be mortified if they did that.

Instead, she shifted her body slightly to rub his shoulder comfortingly and began to hum a tune. She'd heard it from someone around campus. She didn't know what it was called but it had been catchy.

Jay and Mal watched silently as Evie hummed. She ran her fingers through his black and white hair, trying to calm him down without waking him up.

Slowly, the boy's whimpers subsided. His face relaxed.

"Wow," Mal said, eyes wide as she looked at Evie, "You're good at that."

Evie blushed. It wasn't anything terrific. She was just looking out for Carlos.

That's what they did, after all. They may have chosen good only that afternoon but they had been looking after each other for weeks.

Who else was going to look after them?

AN: So, I decided to try my hand at Descendants fanfiction. Here's a little Oneshot. I'm thinking about continuing it but I'm not sure... what do you guys think?