He gets a visit from Sibylla. He really needs to recover his magic enough to put a shield on his apartment. It seems every other week someone's found their way inside, and in a way it makes him appreciate that Ogron bothered to wait outside when he showed up.

Baltor's kept track of Bloom over the last few days, through the various news outlets reporting on her. He knows now that Ogron is gone - trapped in the Omega dimension with the other surviving members. He also knows everyone is now celebrating at the Fruity Music Bar. He debates going there for a short amount of time, to check on Bloom and see Roxy, but eventually decides the magic and adjusting to the time difference isn't worth it.

But he still gives up on going back to sleep and goes to start reading through the latest books he's found, and that's when he finds Sibylla standing in the middle of his living room, as though waiting for him to emerge. He knows who she is through legend, and the books he'd had in his possession back in Magix.

She nods at him. "Good evening."

It's three in the morning. "I have a door," he responds flatly, going past her and picking up the first book on his newest stack. "You might have noticed it."

"I apologize for the intrusion, and at such an awkward hour."

"And yet here you are," he sits on a chair and snaps his fingers. A coffee materializes on the table next to him. "Considering that," he gestures to the cup, "is the extent of my abilities at the moment, I can't exactly throw you out. So state your business, if you please."

A small smirk crosses her face, and to Baltor it seems out of place. "The stories about you are true, I see."

He doesn't respond, only lifts the drink to his lips.

Sibylla nods, but doesn't sit down. "Ogron made you aware to me during his stay."

"Which worked out wonderfully, I must say."

Apparently this is the right thing to say, considering the smirk reappears on her lips. "Villains don't deserve second chances?"

Baltor's eyes narrow. "I think that depends on their threat level, and motivations. Not to mention who says they deserve second chances. Some people are more willing to give them compared to others."

"I see. What category do you believe I fall into?"

He studies her. "I'm not sure. By all accounts I've heard it would be the more willing, but as I said…"

"Ogron." Sibylla nods. "Yes, I know."

"He told you about me?"

"He did. Said I should be on my guard for the man who was the most feared wizard in the magic dimension a year and a half ago." She looks at the coffee cup, mildly amused. "Perhaps he over exaggerated."

Baltor rolls his eyes, feeling the obvious blow to his ego. "Have you come to mock me?"

"Not at all. Though I admit my primary reason was to see what kind of state you're in." She pauses. "The rest of the Major Fairies and I are to meet with the Magix Council tomorrow, to discuss what part we will play in dimensional affairs, if any. By the rules of both the dimension and Earth, I should let them know you didn't perish as previously thought."

A cold pang hits Baltor's chest, and he does his best to fight it off. He says nothing, but mentally starts calculating how long it will take to pack essentials, and how annoying he'd find the Canadian wilderness if he were to hide out there for a year.

"But," Baltor's eyes fell on the fairy as she continued. "As you said, I seem to be more willing than others to give second chances. I figured before I doomed you - again - I should see for myself what kind of threat you are."

Her look is thoughtful, and it seems odd to Baltor. He looks at her for a few minutes before taking another drink. "Have I given you an answer?"

"I'm not sure. You're powers are weak, that much I can tell. But magic is not the only test of power. We both know that."

He nods, barely.

"Humor me, Baltor. If your powers were restored fully, how long before you again started your quest to take over the world?"

Baltor thinks about this, honestly. Even with his magic slowly reemerging, he knows it could take years for it to come close to what it once was. The idea had been in the back of his mind of months; not even worth entertaining. In fact, Ogron's the last person to make him consider it, and even then the conversation has begun to fade from his mind.

"Unless you're going to lead me to believe you're a reformed man?"

He chuckles at this. "No. I don't have the energy so late in the night. And it would be idiotic to assume being holed up on this planet would tame me."

"Ah, yes, a horrible cage," Sibylla glances around, taking in the books and the television and the sleek black countertops in the kitchen and the lights of London outside the windows, which didn't dull despite the black sky. "It has a view, at least."

"Power intrigues me more than the London Eye."

"Yes," her eyes fall back to him. "If you don't mind me asking; how did you survive?"

Baltor raises an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"I want to hear your story."

He doesn't answer immediately, looking at the book on his lap. "I didn't decide," he says finally. "Someone else did for me."

Sibylla laughs, and it sounds like wind blowing through the trees. "Bloom? Honestly?"

"What reason would I have to lie about it?" He shoots back. "She feared being the last of her kind. I would assume you understand."

"I do. Forgive me, it's just...the irony."

"I'm aware of it, trust me," Baltor says. He notes the look on her face. "What?"

"Is she the only one who knows?"

"And Roxy. No one besides them."

"I see… a very interesting choice. I wonder what the underlying reasons for that decision were."

Baltor sighs and leans his head back on the chair. "Please, save your breath. I haven't manipulated or slept with Bloom. I would have preferred to die at the height of my power instead of without any on such a planet, but like any man, when left to my own devices, I don't possess the will to do it. She saved me for reasons much more selfish than romance."

Sibylla smiles. "I'm not the first one to question this, am I?"

"You, Roxy, Ogron, the annoying old bat across the hall; you're joining a long list."

"My apologies. Though I do believe she regards you as a friend."

He scoffs. "And what leads you to believe that?"

"I know she didn't return to the Winx's home the night Nabu passed."

Baltor raises his head to look her in the eye.

"I could sense conflicting emotions within her that night," Sibylla continues, pacing toward the bookshelf. "She was better when she returned."

For the first time in a while, he's at a loss of what to say. "I didn't do anything."

"I believe you did. Intentional or not. I was curious as to the reason behind those intentions." She thumbs a thick volume of gardening spells for the fifteenth century. "But now I see even you aren't aware of what your feelings are. And far be it from me to tell you."

"You're suggesting I'm in love with her?"

"Of course not. I believe you're in love with your power, first and foremost. And I cannot tell you how to feel. Still...thank you for watching her."

He hates people thanking him; it makes him feel like a decent person, something he hasn't been in a long time. "So you came here to see if I was a power hungry maniac, and to warn me the Magix Council will soon be aware of my location?"

He sees her smile. "Yes and no. I was curious as to what kind of person you were, yes. Cautious as to Bloom's decisions to keep you alive. I am still not entirely sure she's correct, but...I am less skeptical."

"Thank you," he says, sarcastically.

"That being said; I don't plan to tell the Council."

Baltor's eyes widen. "You're not?"

"No. I don't feel it's necessary at this time." She takes a different book off the shelf. "How many of these do you own?"

"Earth spell books? Around sixty, and various other magical references."

"Morgana wanted to try and catalogue what was left of Earth's magic. There's a large book in the main palace that contains a record of every spell book produced on the planet, but it's been at least eighty years since someone compared it to what's left." Sibylla looks over her shoulder at him. "How detailed are your records?"

Baltor understands where she's going with her comments. He snaps his fingers and a small journal floats from the table to Sibylla. She takes it and flips through, nodding approvingly. "Are you offering me a job? With magic?" He asks her. "Baltor, the big, bad wizard?"

"In a sense. It would keep you busy during your time here." Sibylla closes the book and hands it back to him. "And it might make your prision a little more interesting. If you'd like."

He raises an eyebrow, studying her face. "Why?"

"I won't lie and say I trust you completely. It would be to keep an eye on you. And because I have faith."

Baltor genuinely laughs at that. "Faith I can be a good person?"

She smiles, just slightly. "Curious, isn't it?"

"Very." He stands from the chair, stretching his arms above his head. "You're correct in assuming I have nothing better to do with my time. I'll look through your lists. But if you're expecting me to be a chipper little helper, you'll be gravely disappointed."

"I'm sure I will be."

"Now is there anything else, or can I go back to sleep?"

"Of course; I apologize again for the late hour." Sibylla lifts her hand, magic falling from her fingertips, but after a moment her hand stills. "One last thing; we will be seeing the Winx tomorrow. Would you like me to tell Bloom?"

He considers this for a moment, thinking about the likely happy look she would give him and some sort of speech on the benefits of living a good life. He thinks about the ridiculous happy smile he'll likely see on her face, the one he's only seen when he watched her through a magic orb a year ago. And he thinks about Sibylla, and her apparent confidence in him.

And he thinks about Ogron, and what he said as he stood on the opposite side of his kitchen.

"No," Baltor says, turning and heading back toward the bedroom. "That's not necessary."

No, not April Fools! In a shocking turn of events, I remember this story exists.

Thus we wrap Season 4. The next few chapters, like before, will cover a buffer between Seasons 4 and 5.

I was about ⅓ into writing this chapter before I realized it sucked. So I started over. Hopefully this works better.

I've been working on a playlist for this story with some songs I think really fit the plot, and Sparxshipping as a couple. If it's something you'd be interested in, let me know. If there's a high demand, I'll do my best to get it out on 8tracks or something before the next update (which with any luck will not take nearly as long).