Author's Note: This started out as a one-shot under a different title, I've changed things a bit since I started, what began as an hour's worth of random typing is now planned to be at least four chapters long.

Warning: OC in the first chapter, mixing some details from the original movies Freddy/Nancy in places.Disclaimer: I own nothing, and if I did, you'd be able to tell –wink, wink-

The Princess and the Dragon

Fred Krueger grumbled to himself lightly looking over the bill of his last doctor's appointment. Why did these things have to be so Goddamn expensive! He was already living in the fucking basement of a preschool for crying out loud! His former employer and perhaps only friend tried to comfort him.

"Come on, Freddy…" Daniel Jefferys said, offering a reassuring smile, "How bad could it be?"

"My wife and I had the biggest fight of our relationship," Fred answered, counting off his problems on his fingers, "She takes off threatening a divorce and turns up dead a week later. I lose my job at the power plant; have to get a new one as a fucking gardener at a preschool where I have to be around a bunch of bratty, screaming, snot-covered kids all day."

The other man tried to say something, but when he was cut off Fred turned to him with a glare that might've killed a lesser man, "I'm living in the basement, and the man who arranged this is leaving for a job as a superintendent, leaving me alone with the brats. And now I have to pay for a huge medical bill from a fucked up quack who thinks I may have a fucking mental problem. How bad can it be, Dan? That bad! That's how fucking bad it can be!"

Finished with his venting, Fred let Dan speak, "Listen Freddy, I know things are hard for you right now, but at least you aren't in a homeless shelter, right? And the kids here aren't bad, you'll see, that's just a stereotype you see on sitcom comedies. You might actually like them Fred."

"Ha." His tone was sarcastic, but the dark haired man gave a faint smile. Dan was right, it could be worse. He at least had a roof over his head and a job so he could pay for his own meals. But it didn't change the fact that his only friend was going to be gone in a few days, so who knew how much longer those luxuries would last.

They sat in silence for a moment. Fred rolled his fingers across the desk, the way he usually did when he was worried about something. Finally Daniel got up the nerve to ask the question he'd been avoiding all morning, "So what does the quack think you got?" He inquired softly, hoping not to send the other man into another swear frenzy.

"Multiple Personality Disorder." He said with distaste. "Like off one of those stupid horror movies where the fuck-nut discovers that he's the murderer in the end."

"…What drove him to that conclusion?" Dan asked hesitantly, "Was it the arguments you get into, but never remember…? Or do you think it may have to do with your…um, family history?"

Fred slammed his hands hard on to the desk at that. "I thought we agreed never to bring that up!" He snarled, his eyes gleamed with rage that hardly seemed like it belonged to the man that Daniel Jefferys was friends with. His hand twitched on the table, like he was about to throw a punch at him.

"Easy!" his friend begged, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just…I just thought, well your mom was raped by-"

"By one hundred maniacs!" He finished, "Yeah? Everyone knows that, but if a crazy relative means the entire family is fucked up, the Earth is the insane asylum for the whole Goddamn galaxy!" He snapped.

"I'm sorry." Dan apologized, "I'm sorry, I know you get touchy about that subject, I didn't mean anything about it."

"I don't get touchy… do I?" Fred asked, the anger was gone from his eyes, disappeared as if it had never been there. He didn't seem to remember yelling at all.

Dan decided it was best to keep this information to himself and thought better of telling him about the possibility of his 'quack' being correct about the multiple personality theory. Instead he thought it was time to show Fred what his new job was going to be.

"Come on." He said as he stood up, "I'll show you around."

A week later, Dan was gone and Fred couldn't have felt more abandoned. The kids who attended the preschool were happily bursting outside to enjoy their recess on the beautiful fall day. Freddy wiped some sweat off his brow and grabbed his tools hoping to slip out of sight before the children spotted him.

Successfully avoiding the crowd of youngsters, Fred was walking down one of the halls back to the basement when an unfamiliar shape in one of the classrooms caught his eye. Stepping back he saw that it was one of the girls from Mrs. Russel's class, the new girl if he recalled correctly.

"Hey." He called, unable to stop himself, "What are you doing?"

The girl looked up shyly from her desk, the piece of paper and crayons she had sprawled in front of her, "Draa-ing." She answered with the softest, sweetest voice he had ever heard.

"I can see that," Fred said daring to step inside the room for a closer look, "but its recess, why aren't you out playing with the other kids?"

The girl looked up at him with shy eyes. "I scared." She confessed, "Jus moved here, don't know 'ybody. I don' have 'ny friends. I scared."

"I see… I don't have any friends either." Fred whispered and looked down at her picture of what he could clearly make out was a princess in a tower with a forest and a river. It wouldn't have won her first place in an art show, but Fred immediately noticed the talent in it, especially for a four year old. "Hey that's pretty good," He said pulling up a chair to sit with the girl, "May I join you?"

Her eyes brightened, "Yah!" She pushed a piece of paper toward him and a blue crayon.

"Thank you." He smiled taking both, "Now what should I draw?"

"A drag-on!" She beamed, "To gard the prinsiss!" She added pointing to her picture.

Fred laughed, "Okay, a dragon it is then." He agreed, starting to draw hoping his minimal art skills were satisfactory to the little artist-in-training, "I'm Fred Krueger." He told her, "What's your name, hmm?"

The girl smiled. "Nancy~" She answered with a slight sing-one added to her already sweet voice, "Nancy Holbrook~!"

He laughed again, "Nancy, hmm? That's a nice name." He lifted his picture, "How's this look so far?" He asked.

"He shou'd be breath'ng fire, Mr. Cougar." She said, "Buh looks good!"

He chuckled at both her formality , and her mispronunciation of his name. "Thanks Little Nancy."

"Mr. Cougar?" She asked, their eyes met, "Are we friends?"

"Do you want to be?"

"Yah!"

"I want to be friends too, Little Nancy, so I suppose we can be." He paused for a moment, "But if we're going to be friends, I think 'Mr. Cougar', is a little formal, just call me Fred- no, actually, Call me Freddy."

"Kay." Nancy agreed. Just then, the teacher blew the whistle for the other children to come back in. Freddy excused himself, saying he had to get back to work. "Freddy?" Nancy called, he turned back to face the little girl, "Will you come draa with me again, to-morrow?"

He didn't answer right away, a strange feeling swept over him, a fondness for Little Nancy that he immediately knew would only grow in the future. "Of course, that's what friends do, right?" Nancy clapped happily as Freddy turned away.

Going back outside Freddy went back to work thinking about his new friend with a certain fondness. It wouldn't be fair for Little Nancy if she stayed inside during her fragile developing stages. He would have to send her outside eventually so she could play with children her own age. Freddy figured perhaps he too should give the other kids a chance… Of course he was unaware of how fast his fondness for Nancy would grown into obsession.

Author's end note: So what'd ya'll think? Please review/comment.