This is in pairing with my last chapter 'Composure', and is in conjunction with 'Abyss' and 'Beware'. So yeah :)

Enjoy, and I'm writing a sequel to 'The End Of Summer'! YAY!

Concurrence, n
- simultaneous occurrence

"Sophie, I thought you were smarter than this!" Bunny fumed, pacing around the blondes room, kicking stuffed animals away from him in his anger.

"Do you mind not abusing my stuff?" she shot, resting her back against the headboard, knees tucked up, arms crossed over her chest as she sulked with him, her eyes glanced over her possessions as Bunny grudgingly stepped over them, then swept over the room before fixing on the window, staring out into the street.

"Do you not remember what happened when you were a kid?" he asked, sitting on her bed and looking at her with worry in his vibrant green eyes.

"I can't remember what I had for breakfast last Tuesday, I don't think I'll remember what happened when I was four," she huffed, even though she did remember Pitch trying to eradicate the world of every good trait it had and attempted to fill the minds of every child on the planet with nightmares and darkness.

"Soph, he's a bad man," Bunny said gently, resting his hand on her knee, his voice quiet as he tried to make her see his view. "He's capable of very bad things."

"I know, but he's never been horrible to me," she grumbled, turning her head and looking at him. "It's everyone else who's being mean."

"What do you mean?" Bunny asked, and he instinctively held his arms out to her when he saw the tears brimming in her eyes, and in one swift movement she's crawled across the bed and into his lap, curling up as tears streamed down her face.

"Jamie keeps saying I'm stupid, Jack won't talk to me anymore, you're angry with me and cos everyone's always here telling me I've made a huge mistake Pitch doesn't come any more!" she sobbed, choking her words out.

"Aw, love... I'm not angry, not really," the Pooka told her, his voice soft and soothing. "I'm just worried about ya."

"I know, but everyone else hates me now..."

"Nobody hates you," Bunny insisted, stroking her hair out of her eyes. "We just want you to make the right choices."

"It seems like everyone hates me, they've all fallen out with me at the same time," she griped, and sat up straight so suddenly she nearly his Bunny's nose with her head. "And shouldn't people leave me to make my own choices? Everyone makes mistakes but from what I've seen over the years I've known Pitch and have talked to him, it's that he won't hurt me. He'd have done it before now if he was gonna."

"I suppose that's true," Bunny admitted grudgingly, his ears flattening against his head as his mouth twisted in dissatisfaction.

"He's not going to hurt me, because I'm not scared of him. Fear can only hurt you if you let it... and besides, I'm his first true believer in years, he's not going to risk that."

"I thought Jamie believed in him?"

"He does, but it's weird. Like, I believe in him, and I know everything he's capable of and everything he's said to me has been the truth. He doesn't keep things from me because there's no one else to tell them to. Jamie knows he's around but he doesn't think of him... he pushes Pitch out of his mind and as soon as you do that you make things a little less real."

Bunny simply blinked at her, not understanding properly, and Sophie huffed as she went on to explain.

"Like, if I thought I was going to get in trouble with my mom for not cleaning my room, then I just push the thought out of my mind. I convince myself it won't happen and in my own head it makes the possibility of it a little less real – even if that's not the case in real life."

"Ah..." Bunny mumbled, finally able to see what she was on about. He cocked his head and let the information sink in before nodding grimly.

"I guess you're right. Are you sure he won't hurt you though? Do you not want me to be here when he comes along?"

"No, because all you two would do is bicker. I've known him for years and I trust him not to hurt me. The day he does is the day I tell him to leave me alone for good. But you need to trust me to take care of myself, I'm growing up."

"I know love, and I know you can take care of yourself... I just worry is all. I'm meant to, I'm a Guardian."

"I know... could you do me a favour?" she asked meekly, looking up at him with her green eyes wide as dinner plates, and he couldn't say no to her even though he had no idea what she wanted of him.

"Sure, what's the problem?" he asked, and she sighed in relief.

"I was wondering if you could get the Guardians together and tell them Pitch isn't a problem, not with my anyway. Please? Cos I really want Jack to talk to me again, and if Jack starts to forgive me even though I've done nothing wrong then maybe Jamie will stop being such a hard head."

"Course."