I like this one a lot too :)

Thanks for the reviews guys, how mental is it that we're over 50 already?! And we're still in the B's!

I hope you're all going to stick around until Z. I'm thinking I might go A-L in this one then M-Z on another fic, make it shorter. Or maybe just lob them all on in this one, cos then it'll be easier to find...

Thoughts, lots of thoughts. Hope you enjoy :)

Beware, v
- A warning that something might be dangerous

A fifteen year old Jamie ran up the stairs to his sisters' room, and knocked quickly on the door. He'd just heard something from Jack that made his blood run cold, and he had to be sure of it, so asking Sophie if it was true or not would set his mind at ease.

"What do you want?" Sophie asked, coming out of her room into the hall.

"Jack... Jack just t-told me that you're not scared of Pitch," Jamie wheezed, having run all the way from the lake to his home, and he was struggling to catch his breath.

"... right, and?" she asked, and Jamie stared wide eyed at his nine year old sister.

"Well, are you not?" he asked, standing upright and leaning against the wall, looking down at her curiously.

"No, not really," she shrugged, her blond hair falling into her eyes and she blew it out again lazily. "Should I be?"

"Well, yeah!" the brunette cried, looking appalled.

"Why though? He makes bad dreams, and everyone had bad dreams... even adults. But that's just in my head and it can't hurt me. If I ever saw him face to face then me not being scared of him will be a good thing because he can't hurt me then. He can only get to people if they're scared, and I'm not."

Jamie gaped at Sophie, wondering how he could possibly respond to that, and in the time it took for him to think of something, his mouth open in wonder Sophie had rolled her eyes half a dozen times and chipped in before he had a chance.

"You'll catch flies dummy," she giggled, poking him in the stomach.

"Hey," he swatted her away. "Look just... okay, don't be scared of him, just be careful okay?" he asked, rubbing the spot she'd poked on his stomach, as he turned to go back downstairs. "You're getting mean."

"You still love me," she laughed, and he grinned at her for the first time since he'd banged on the door.

"Course I do, someone has to."

Sophie watched as he walked downstairs, sighing slightly in relief as she slipped back through her bedroom door and shut it behind her, turning to look into golden eyes. She smiled at the dark man who was sat quietly on her bed, watching her, and she wandered over to sit beside him.

"I thought he was never going to leave," she groaned, and he chuckled slightly before reaching for his mug and drinking deeply from it, grimacing at the fact that the tea was too sweet but not saying anything about it. No matter what she did, Pitch couldn't bring himself to correct her.

"Do you really think that?" he asked, setting the cup down again and resolving to make it seem like he forgot about it because he was too busy talking to her. She wouldn't be offended by that, rather than him saying he didn't want it.

"Think what?" the blond girl asked, picking up one of her teddies, a stuffed horse, and making it gallop across her bed.

"That I can't hurt you?" he asked, taking the teddy as she passed it to him and making it gallop back around to her, shaking his head slightly at the fact he was actually playing with a child.

"Well, you probably could if you wanted to, but I trust you not to," she said, taking the teddy back of him and cuddling it close to her chest.

"I wouldn't," he confirmed, finding himself smiling slightly.

And it was true. Years ago he'd stood above the little girl and given her nightmares as a petty revenge against the Guardians, showing that even though they were still there he'd managed to worm his way into the lives of one of the children they cared for most dearly. But then last year she'd started awake and had stared at him with those big green eyes, and he'd been unable to move, or shrink back into the shadows.

She'd seen him, and in that moment he'd never given her another nightmare.

He couldn't do that to his first believer.