Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street or any of the characters involved.

Title: Little Talks

Genre: Family, Drama, Hurt/Comfort.

Rating: M -just in case!

Summary: A collection of one shots involving Freddy and Katherine as they have their late night talks in his bedroom whenever they can't sleep.

Author's Note: This idea has been rolling around my head the last few days. It is set in the AU of the I Won't Tell story. There is also a mention of a one shot I put up years ago too. Just basically what their talks may have been like! Some may he light-hearted, while others may be a little dark.

Little Talks

Chapter 1: My Everything

Christmas Eve 1967.

The clock chimed for mid-night as Fred Krueger placed the last present for his daughter under the Christmas Tree. He straightened up and stretched his strong arms above his head, rolling his shoulders slowly as he mentally counted the numerous sized wrapped boxes. All of them were wrapped in vibrant red, gold and silver shimmering paper. There was at least fifteen boxes in all. He had gone a little overboard, but to him Katherine was worth it. Over the last month or so he had been working early from Monday to Friday, to save up the money to buy her all the toys she had written down on her list to 'Santa'.

It had put his own 'special work' on the back burner for the last several weeks. But he didn't mind at all. The look of wonder and happiness on her sweet little face tomorrow morning was all that he was worried about.

All he wanted was for her to be happy.

He had managed to keep all of her presents hidden from her, but she was nearly in for it when he saw her sneaking about down in the basement just two evenings ago. He had hidden one of her new Mattel Baby Whisper Dolls behind the furnace and had seen her sneaking around the side. Thankfully he had managed to keep his cool while scolding her, firmly stating that it wasn't nice of her to go snooping about the house. She has bitten her bottom lip, her mouth dropping into a pout as her eyes stared at him apologetically. She knew that she was in the wrong.

All in all there was at least nine new dolls, most of them were fairly large, with various outfits for each doll that he had purchased as well. There was also a pair of pink roller skates, two Princess outfits, a fairy outfit and a ballerina outfit that she has also scrawled down on her list. Again just like last year she had also wanted more paints, colouring pencils. Plus there was one more present he had got her, a large doll's house. When he was wrapping them up the last two nights he knew that there wasn't going to be much room left in her bedroom to put them.

There was hardly enough space as it was!

After a few moments Freddy turned towards the back of the Christmas Tree and unplugged the lights, then made sure all the windows and doors were securely locked. Before making his weary way up to his bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be strange without Loretta being about. It would be there first Christmas without her. He had often wondered how Katherine would react to not having her mother wake her up on Christmas morning. The last two years it had been Loretta who had waken her up, dressed her in her Christmas clothes, helped her unwrap her presents. Would Katherine start to cry? Perhaps whimper quietly that she missed her mother? But she had barely mentioned her mother over the last several months since he had killed Loretta.

Perhaps she was finally over it.

He sighed and pushed opened his bedroom door, and began to discard his cream shirt and jeans until he was in his navy boxing shorts. It had been difficult to get Katherine to go to sleep for him earlier. She was too hyper. No wonder, from the copious amounts of chocolate she had ate all day. Every time he glanced at her she was in the living room with her hand stuck in the box of sweets. He though had warned her that if she didn't go to bed for him that he wouldn't allow her to open her present until after dinner.

When those words left his lips she had yanked her hand from the box of sweets and nodded vehemently. She knew that he meant every word. There was one thing that Freddy took seriously and that was admonishing her whenever she disobeyed him or did something he didn't like.

It was just before 9.40pm when he had tucked her into bed and now he was ready to hit the sack, hoping to recuperate some energy for tomorrow as he knew that she as going to torture him to play with her.

He sluggishly climbed into his bed and was about to turn off the side dresser light when he heard the patter of feet on the landing. "What the hell?" he groaned.

His eyes moved towards his bedroom door as it creaked opened.

There she was. Peering in through the gap, dressed in her pearly white nightdress. Her lips were parted in surprise and she titled her head to the side as though she was listening to something.

"Daddy!"

Freddy crossed his arms across his bare chest and glared at her in slight irritation. "Katherine, it's past mid-night! You should be asleep!"

She gave a shy smile, "But daddy, I heard something from downstairs!"

"That was me locking the doors" he pointed out.

Her head shook lightly in discord, with her dark blonde hair whipping slightly behind her shoulders and she took a few steps into the room. "No! It was after you came upstairs!"

"After?" he narrowed his eyes in curiosity, "Have you been awake? Mmm?"

Her hands fiddled nervously with each other behind her back and she nodded, "Yeah. I woke up not too long ago"

"Well, you better go back to bed" he motioned behind her with his head. "Go on!"

She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out as she begged, "Aw, but daddy! I swear to you, I heard something!"

He was about to rebuke, but she ran to the window and pulled the white curtain back. Her big brown eyes peered outside into the snow covered street. Then darted up to the clear sky. Hoping to see some sign that he was on his way. "Daddy, he's coming! I know it!"

Freddy grumbled, "Who is coming?"

"Santa!" she spun to face him, a wide smile now across her face.

He rolled his eyes and patted the space beside him. "Come here. I want to talk to you about this…Santa!"

It was about time she knew the truth. He didn't her mind corrupted with this stupid idea of some mythical guy with reindeer that gave presents to all the children of the world. She deserved, no needed to know that he was the one who was giving her these presents.

She dashed towards the bed and bounced onto the mattress. It seemed that her energetic mood hadn't worn off. She was still as hyper as ever! Damn that chocolate! He though couldn't help but smirk at her as she smiled warmly up at him as she sat at his side, resting her hands on her lap. "What is it daddy?"

"Well" he began, reaching out to stroke her cheek lightly. "I have to tell you something really important about Santa"

Her head bobbed excitedly.

"He isn't real"

Katherine stared silently at him, processing his words in her mind. Not real? He was joking, wasn't he? Yeah, of course he was. Santa Claus was real. She saw him last year. He had came to her OWN house last year and she talked to him Even sat on his lap in the living room. Her daddy was playing a silly joke on her. The corner of her lips pulled upwards into a humorous smirk and she giggled. "Daddy, you're just joking with me! Don't be silly! Santa IS real!"

Freddy sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry Katherine, but Santa isn't real. He never was. It's all a story people have made up to tell their kids"

"W-what?" Katherine stammered, feeling anger starting to simmer inside. "You're lying daddy!"

He again shook his head. "I'm not lying"

Her eyes began to water and she snarled softly, "I don't believe you!"

"Now" he warned and lightly gripped her hands in his. His voice lowered slightly, "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, sweetheart"

"But he has to be real!" she snivelled, "He has to be!"

"He isn't" he replied.

Her cheeks began to become wet as tears began to roll down her cheeks, "Does that mean I won't get any presents tomorrow?"

"What? Why do you say that, Kat?"

"Santa is the one who gets the boys and girls their Christmas presents!" Katherine sobbed.

"Don't worry, you'll get your presents!" Freddy gently squeezed her hands. "I promise!"

"But how?" she shook her head in confusion. "If Santa isn't real then how will I get Christmas presents?"

"I get them for you, honey" Freddy gave her a warm smile.

Her head cocked to the side as she pondered this. How could he get her all of the items on her Christmas list? There was so many toys she wanted! Soon her bewildered mind thought back to last Christmas and the evening that Santa actually came to visit her. "Daddy, do you not remember last Christmas? It was a few days before Christmas and I got a visitor! Santa Claus came to visit me!"

He tried not to smirk at the memory. It was a special memory to him. How he bought that Santa suit and dressed up as Santa for her. The look on her angelic face was priceless. Giving her a curt nod he tried to speak, but she briskly continued.

"You see?" she sat up a little on the bed. "He came into the living room, he talked to me! He even had some chocolate chip cookies that me and mommy-"

Her lips snapped shut and her eyes avoided her father's gaze. It had been the first time months since she had mentioned her mother in front of him. The last thing she wanted was for him to be angry with her.

Freddy noticed the uneasiness in her body language and gently caressed her arms, "It's okay. I'm not angry that you mentioned her"

She shakily took a deep breath and nodded, again persisting in telling him her side of the argument. "But you see, Santa was here in our house! I told you! He even said that you told him to come and see me!"

"And didn't you say to him that he had the same colour eyes as me?" he rose an eyebrow. Knowing that this would spark some recognition in her mind.

Her lips pursed together and she slowly nodded, "Yeah, that's right"

"Well" he smiled knowingly at her. "That was me. I dressed up as Santa last year for you"

"What?" she glowered at him in confusion, her head titled to the side. "You dressed up as Santa Claus? For me? Why?"

"I knew that you wanted to see him at the Mall, didn't you? But I told you no"

"Yeah, that's right" she nodded.

"You see, that guy in the Mall wasn't the real Santa" Freddy explained. "He was paid to dress up as him. Santa isn't real"

She sniffled, starting to understand what he was saying. "S-so, you get me the presents on my Christmas list?"

He pulled her onto his lap and pulled each of her small legs over the side of his own legs. Then he wrapped the blankets around them both. "Yes, princess. I got you everything that you wanted. They're all downstairs under the tree"

"Is that why you were working early the last few weeks daddy? To get the money to buy me my toys for Christmas?" she asked.

"Yes" he smiled affectionately. He cupped her chin with his left hand and stroked her "You see Katherine, you're my everything. I pretended to be Santa as I didn't want you to be near anyone else who was dressing up as him. You even remembered what I told you last year? That I didn't want you to see on another adult's lap. Because you're MY little girl"

"That's why I said to Santa last year that I didn't want to sit on his lap" she replied curtly, "But I didn't know it was you. I honestly thought it was the real Santa"

"You know I was so proud of you when you said that" Freddy grinned.

"You were?" Katherine smiled back.

"Yes, because you remembered what I told you" he kissed her forehead "You see you're very special to me, baby girl. I would do anything for you. Anything"

Katherine snuggled into his chest, and hugged his neck. "I love you daddy"

"Love you too sweetie" he cooed in her ear. "Remember, anything you want I'll get it for you"

Katherine leaned back and wiped her tears away. Her eyes began to twinkle as an idea came to her. "I know daddy! Next year I'll start my Christmas list with Dear Daddy instead of Dear Santa!"

Freddy laughed heartily, "That sounds good to me!"

She giggled and planted a big kiss on his lips.

He lifted her off his lap and motioned her to lay beside him, "Now, come on. We've a big day tomorrow, don't we? You'll have to help me make the dinner. Okay?"

"Yep!" she nodded and nestled the left side of her face into the soft pillow, "Will you play with me after dinner with my new toys?"

"Yes"

"Then can we build a snowman out the back yard?"

"As I said, anything you want" Freddy smiled and laid down at her side. "Now, go to sleep"

"Night night daddy" she whispered.

He flicked off the light and draped his left arm around her little waist, his breath fluttering against her ear as he murmured. "Sweet dreams, my little princess"

Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed. Any reviews/comments from regular or new readers are more than welcomed and will help me decide to continue to do more chapters.

And Merry Christmas!