The Nightmare king had woken up with a headache and walked out to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, he guessed Willow must have been with Frost when he didn't smell food (Burning)cooking. He sighed heavily and started making his coffee, he was actually hoping to spend the day with her, just the two of them, but Jack beat him to it, again. He looked around the old fashioned kitchen, like everything else in his caverns, it was big, and empty.

He loved his little girl, but he longed for a companion, one he could love, the kind of love everyone longed for. He longed for a wife, a mother for his daughter, someone he could be with when Willow decided it was time for her and Jack to be together. But what woman would want to be married to the man who brought fear to children. There were so many beautiful female spirits, many near his age range, and many looking to settle down, but none looking for a husband like him.

"Hey Pitch!" He heard Friday shout as she walked in, "Hello Friday," he said smiling. Now Friday, she was different, she was so kind and gentle, a great cook, she helped Willow clean, she tried to teach her to cook and sew, everything he was looking for in a wife. More then anything, he wanted a wife that would adore his dear Willow as he did, and one Willow would also adore.

"Looks like Willow hasn't cooked you breakfast, guess that means you over slept and she's with her boyfriend," Pitch chuckled and nodded. "Yes my daughter is with her rebel of a boyfriend..."

"Don't worry I'll make you breakfast," she said putting on an apron, "No no, no need to trouble yourself... I'll just have a cup of coffee and a scone, no need to trouble yourself."

"Nonsense, your about as skinny as a pencil, you need to eat more, or not even your immortality will save you..." she said getting out a frying pan, "Hows an omelet, bacon and pancakes sound?"

"Sounds like you're making me breakfast" he smiled with a chuckle and she smiled back and started cooking.

After finishing his meal, Pitch slumped into his chair and groaned, his head hurt like hell, the night before, him and Sandy had another fight, and he really did a number on him, if he wasn't immortal Sandy would have cracked his skull wide open.

"Hey you ok...?" Friday asked walking into the room with a tray of black tea and black berry scones, Pitch looked at the cat eared lady as she set it down. "Me and Sandman got into another fight... he nearly broke my skull, and my back hurts like hell..."

Friday's ears flattened, and her tail drooped, she leaned over, and kissed his cheek making his whole face turn red. She giggled and noticed the picture of Willow and Pitch from last Halloween. She picked it up and smiled, Pitch was holding his little girl in his lap as she held the Jack-o-Lantern she used to guide the spirits of the departed to and from the other side. That was one of her many jobs on Hallow Eve Night.

"She looks pretty happy..." Friday said smiling, "Yes... but she seems to smile much more brighter... when she's with Frost..." he said smiling sadly. "I can see why Frost loves her so much... It didn't take me long to feel the need to nurture and love her like she was my own..." Friday could see that sorrow in his eyes. "Its been so lonely around here... I can't help but hate him for wanting to be the one she spends her time with..."

"Have you ever felt like getting a girlfriend?"

"I would... but what women would want a monster... as a husband...?"

Friday placed a hand on his and smiled, "I would..." she said before giving him a peck on the lips. Pitch blushed and jerked back, he looked at her surprised, and she just smiled. His eyes softened, he leaned forward and she does the same, they're lips brush against each others.

He held the young women in his arms.

Her warmth, her touch, her love, all things he longed for...

For so many years...

He watched as parents rushed to their child's side when he frightened them, he longed to have a family of his own, no matter how much he scared people, he longed for what many of them had, each other.

The nightmare king rested his head against her shoulder. But the moment of peace was soon ended when a golden sand whip wrapped around him and slammed him against the wall and ceiling.

Pitch fell to the ground and tried to get up, but it hurt so much, he let out a heavy cough and panted trying to get his air back. "S-Sanderson...!? Wh... What... what is the meaning of this...!?" he shouted as the little dream cream-puff glared at him.

Using his sand he spoke of what happened at his castle, "Sandy... I don't know what you're going on about..." he hissed as he stood up holding his rib cage,"But I've been in bed most of the day... how could I possibly... of turned all your dream sand...?" Friday helped him sit down.

Sandy silently yelled at him still speaking with his gold sand as it formed words in a strange language, "Sandman, its true, I've been with Pitch all day... he couldn't of done it..."

After an hour Sandy finally calmed down and Friday tended to his aching ribs. As a result Sandy had to put him to sleep to help ease the pain as she did so, but dreaming wasn't something Pitch did often, usually his nights were long as he stood away, when he did sleep, his nights were dreamless...

But every once in a very long while, he'd get a small dream from a grain of dream sand that would last for a moment and nothing more.

And now he was given enough sand to dream the afternoon away... for once...

When Pitch opened his eyes he was in a garden. In the middle of the garden he saw a little girl with long black hair. Her back was turned to him, but he felt like he knew her, so he assumed it was Willow, but he saw different.

"Sweetie..." it was his voice, but it sounded different somehow. The small girl turned around and he saw that it wasn't Willow, but the child seemed familiar. She was adorable, her long wavy hair was so black it was almost blue, her skin was the color of honey milk, and her eyes were like ambers, her voice, it was like a bell. And she was dressed in a pure white dress, she looked like a little angel, or a little glass doll, so lovely and perfect.

"Daddy!" she shouted dropping her flowers and running into his arms, he lifted the child up and held her close, her voice, and her small embrace gave off the same warmth he felt around his Willow...

She seemed so small and fragile, he felt the need to protect and love her, "I missed you daddy"

"I missed you too sweetie..." he whispered as warm tears fell from his eyes. But when he opened his eyes he was in his room, he thought the dream had ended, but he still felt someone in his arms. He looked down and smiled, Willow was curled up on his chest and in his arms fast asleep. He didn't know who that child was, and the memory of her was replaced with his little angel.

He kissed her head and she nuzzled close letting out a small yawn. He smiled as his heart was filled with light once more, and his sleep was filled with a wonderful dream.

Mean While:

Friday and Plum flew through New York to dish out some bad luck to those who needed it. They flew up to the tallest sky scrapper, and the cat lady perked up her ears, she could hear every voice, every cry, and every sound in any city when she was high enough.

Friday could do many things, and one was being seen, people didn't need to know she existed to believe in her, if they believed in bad luck, they believed in Friday The 13th. She could turn into a black cat, and everyone could see her, but only children could see the spark in her eyes, and hear her speak. She loved children and often went to the churches to hear them sing.

But when trouble was calling, she only had a small case for bad luck to become someone's good luck. And this was one of those times, a group of gunners were going to rob a jewelry store. "Plum!" Plum jumped off her shoulder and became big enough to ride, Friday jumped on and they flew off to the store to help if they could.

When they got there, everyone was on the ground and the gunners where robbing the place. She entered the shop and did what she was good at, giving bad guys bad luck, she snapped her fingers and the ceiling fan fell on one, and the other, got shot in the leg when he partner fired at the fan his him. The black cat smiled and nodded,"Another job well done." She said proudly.

Earlier:

Willow laid against the tree stroking the frost spirits hair as he laid against her stomach. "Your so warm..." he whispered holding her hand. "I wish I could warm you up like I use too..."

"Its ok, at least you can cool me down when we cuddle in the summer." she said smiling. Jack smiled at her,"Sing for me my song bird.." he whispered making her blush.

'Summer turns to fall...
Winter to spring...
So let your voices ring
With the earths melody...

As the seasons change...
As they come and go
I just want you to know...
Our love will

continue to grow...

As the sun set and the moon comes...
Even in death
I will watch over you
As they do...

I love you so
You will never know
As seasons come and go
Come and sing the song of the earth

The moon and the stars call out to us
Singing the song of the earth
And the melody will teach us
Not to be afraid...

Allow the song to enter your heart
Allow the song make you strong
For even in the inky black...

They're light will continue to glow
As seasons come and go...
Promise you'll be

Here with me
And the song will continue for all
Eternity...'

The song ended and the two held each other close. "I love you..." Willow said nuzzling Jack's neck happily. "I love you too..."