Welcome to chapter 3! Normal POV for this one. Sorry it's so short.

Pitch sat on the windowsill of his room as the others went out to help the Sandman with sending out dreams. Due to him being the patron of nightmares, there was not much use for him.

Just then a shift in dream energy reached him. It was the familiar call of a nightmare, and it was nearby. Pitch followed the energy to its source, Luna's room.

He was slightly surprised that this was where the nightmare was coming from; he didn't think that Luna was even capable of dreams due to none of the other guardians having them.

He was reluctant to go in at first, thinking back to her outburst earlier that day.

'What did she mean about everyone hating her? I can understand avoiding with her attitude, but hating? She's their princess.' He thought.

Silently pushing open the door, he crept inside. The first thing he saw was the trashing of a slender figure under the covers. He carefully walked over and pulled up a shadow projection of the nightmare and what he saw puzzled him.

It was much more complex than the dreams of children and it was hard to tell what was going on. It appeared that there were two feminine figures that were…arguing? The scene shifted to something more sinister.

The smaller of the first two figures was surrounded by darkness, and lots of it. The darkness pounced and Luna shot up from her bed, shaking.

"Luna, are you alright?" Her head turned towards him.

"Why are you in here?" she managed to choke out.

"You were having a nightmare. I couldn't really tell what it was about though. It was like something was blocking me from seeing clearly."

She stiffened.

"Why were you even looking at my dream?"

'How was I even having a nightmare?' (A/N: How indeed my dear, Nightmare? How indeed? *evil laugh*)

"I was just trying to help."

She sighed. "I know…it's just…some of that stuff was kind of private."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"If you want, I'll go now." Pitch said heading for the door.

"Wait," Pitch turned "Do you think that…maybe you could stay a little longer? At least until I can actually go to sleep?" Pitch was startled at the thought that she would want company let alone his own.

Pitch looked at her with a sad smile. "I wouldn't help. I bring nightmares, remember?"

"The dark feeling I get from them goes away when you're around." She mentally face palmed. 'Why, oh Celestia, why did I just say that?'

This surprised him and he wasn't sure what to say.

"Please?"

That did it. Luna never asked please, ever.

"Alright, fine."

He sat down on the foot of the bed and stared at her. She stared back intently, as if daring him to say something first. He turned his gaze to the window and watched the moon, wondering why she was sent to be the next guardian.

He felt something touch him and he looked down to see that Luna had wrapped her arms around his middle and was now sleeping again. The corner of his mouth twitched a bit as he looked down at her.

It was confusing to him as to why he sent away her nightmare and not he Sandman or someone else. He was practically a living nightmare to some. He sighed.

I'm thinking too much…

He wrapped his arm around the sleeping girl and continued to stare out the window.

I couldn't resist the fluffiness of it and it does help their bond. Also something to think about, how does a nightmare have a nightmare? Why was she able to have one? R and R people, tell me what you think.