The metal halls were cold, and poorly lit: much of the relatively small amount of scavenged electricity was directed elsewhere, leaving the sputtering lights to flounder. One lightbulb went out with a pop over a poor girl's head. She jumped and gasped.

Amelia had always been the easily startled sort, and growing up and becoming an immortal under the Silver Age of Fear hadn't helped that. She laid a fair brown hand over her wildly beating heart. Amelia counted slowly to ten, inhaling and exhaling between every number, until she felt her pulse die down.

"It's alright... it's alright," she muttered under her breath, resuming her hurried scurry down the halls. "This'll work, it has to. The moon spoke to me. . . . I'm pretty sure he did anyway." Amelia shook her head, as if that could remove the doubts in her mind. "No. He did. I have to believe that. He's... he's somewhere around here."

There was a small chirp from her lab coat pocket. Amelia cast a sadly worried look down at the last living remnant of the age before Pitch reigned. Eyes two shades of purple looked back in curiosity and concern. "It's ok little one. Don't worry about me. Besides, you're the one giving your life here, not me." The little creature chirped again, determined despite knowing her fate. Amelia sighed. "I wish I had your bravery, but for now, you need to save your strength." With a gentle finger, she pat the tiny creature on her tiny forehead.

It was another minute before they arrived at the main lab. Unlike the halls, this room was well lit, with power needed to run the machines. Three slabs held three unmoving bodies. Wires and machinery hung down from the ceiling, the ends buried in the slabs or in the bodies.

There were more scientists here: immortals and humans who had bucked under Pitch, and now were little more than refugees hidden away in a lab scavenged on the moon's surface. No one could ever forget the perilous and silent trip they all had made to escape Pitch. Amelia gave a huff of determination and adjusted her lab coat. "Is everything ready?"

"Yes Mam."

"Enough power and extra stored?"

"Yes Mam."

Amelia took a deep breath. "Start her runnin then." Electronic surfaces came to life, glowing with light and flashing number statistics. Little red lights along the arms of the machinery flickered to blue and then green. A deep hum filled the air. The tiny creature in Amelia's pocket stood up as best she could and looked over the fabric and into the room. She gave a small coo, looking up to her carrier. Amelia smiled, but sorrow filled the look. "Now's your time to shine little one." She gently fished out the little fairy and held her in the palm of her hand. Amelia carried the tiny creature to a special looking cylindrical tube with an open door. "Make ya Momma proud, won't you?" She wasn't talking about herself as she shut and locked the door.

The little creature sighed as she was set in the tube. She didn't feel anything in the tube. Her pain and discomfort were gone, and all she could feel now was a sense of finality and remembrance. She shifted slowly, turning to look at her mother on the slab.

The tube began sucking something from the little fairy, but she didn't mind. She was bringing her mother back. Mother would make everything better again. Mother had to: every one of the little fairy's sisters had sacrificed their life force to her to carry back to Mother.

She had a name once, given to her on the spot by a kind boy. She'd liked the boy, but he had betrayed them. Ever since that day she had always questioned herself of if he really had.

Now she would never find out.

The little fairy closed her eyes, letting the tube finish sucking her dry of her life force. She smiled. Quietly, so no one could hear, she muttered in her unintelligible language, "I believe in the Guardians," while praying in her little heart that the kind boy could be found again and saved.

Inside the tube, Babytooth the last mini Tooth Fairy, dissapeared: only a few tiny feathers were left behind.

At that moment, concentrated moon beams harvested from the moon's surface flooded the room, pinpointing the three motionless bodies. The scientists threw their hands up to shield their eyes. Warning flashes popped up on every screen, the machines trying to draw more energy than they had stored for this event. Amelia leapt into action. Diverting power from everything but the necessities, she pumped as much as she could into that one room.

The warnings continued to flash. Sirens were blaring. People were trying to stabilize the event and failing. Everything was getting louder and louder, and her skull was going to split open from the noise.

Amelia began to panic, though she hated herself for it. The Moon had spoken to her and promised that the Guardians needed to return, that the machine would work.

Had it really all been a dream? Was she just going crazy?

With a loud pop that fizzled out into a steady hiss, everything fell silent. Scientists slowly emerged from behind boxes and their own arms, looking around in confusion. The moon beams were gone. Amelia distractedly reverted power back to where it was supposed to go, trying to see through the new fog and smoke.

A steady beeping reached their ears. A screen popped up a show of statistics, green and steady: then the next showed, and the next after that. There was the sound of steady breathing. The fog and smoke was lifted up into an air vent, revealing the three bodies on the slabs.

The Guardians were alive and breathing. Their bodies, now half cybernetics, were moving gently in their sleep.

Amelia sunk to her knees, letting the tears fall freely.

She wasn't crazy. It hadn't been a dream. The Moon had brought back his Guardians, and now they could overthrow Pitch like he had said needed to happen.

Elsewhere, far away, off the coat of Venice, Pitch Black shot up straight in his seat with a gasp. His hand clawed the spot over his heart as if he could grab at the pain there. A sudden but short burst of abject terror stabbed his senses; only to immediately dissapear after.

A ghost of a whisper echoed in his mind, setting his own stomach frothing with cold apprehension.

"... I believe..."

He didn't know what was about to happen, but if he had learned anything in his long life, than he knew trouble was on the horizon: dangerous trouble. Pitch gritted his teeth and hissed. The shadows in the room darkened, swirling and covering every inch at his temper. Nightmares across the globe reared and snorted in exhilaration.

No one would ruin his perfect kingdom.

He would make sure of it.

A/N

Well I'm back, a week late. I know I said that in the short break I was taking inbetween parts I would be writing more of the story ahead of time. And I fully intended to. Well the end of that is that I work retail and have had some very exhausting past few weeks. So I haven't made any progress aside from half a chapter. Sorry, but it's been like this for all of my stories. From here on, we will prolly lose the weekly updates, but I will do my best to keep them semi regular at least.

Anywho, with that aside, I hope you liked this chapter! It's a little short, but I have always liked short intros. Next chapter is only slightly longer, but is still short.

Since I can't think of anything else to discuss, comments!

Guest, so glad you enjoy this! I hope I can keep up the hype!

Bluntrose15, you and I are clearly on the same page here. Don't get me wrong tho, I adore the movie: I just got about 3 issues with it. 1) Jack was too easily convinced to join, 2) the movie shorted us b not expanding on the dynamic between Jack and Pitch, and 3) Pitch was defeated waaaaaayyyy too easily. But that why there are fans to make fanfictions: to fix these, lol. Anyways, hope you continue to enjoy the story! Its about to get real fun; for me.

Phoenix-Jessica Winchester-Morse, Jack has already regained his voice fully. (Sorry if I didn't make it all that clear.) How he was "talking" was a very light whisper that was more like breathing, so he was really using his voice box. I will probably go back and fix that up later.

Well, that's that! Again, hope you guys enjoy, and I'll see you next week!

So long Lovies!