And award for the Worst Updater of all Time Ever goes to… IWillNeverStopFangirling *cue sarcastic claps*

I say this every time but I really am sorry :( and it gets worse :'(

I am going to be away for the next 8days without my laptop *sobs* and without Internet *sobs for several minutes*

that means waiting a little longer for me to update again :( but after that I promise I will try my best to stop being lazy and actually start writing again :)

I really don't deserve you guys, so thanks for bring so patient with me :D I really love and appreciate all of you :D

ok soppy bit done and on with the chappie!

Far below London, a tall, slim figure in a dark clock stood beside a small girl and tried to repress a yell of frustration as he stared up at the tunnel the four (plus dragon) had vanished through.

"Pitch, dear I will not be like this for long, will I?" Gothel, who now barely reached up to Pitch's waist, tugged at the Nightmare King's hand.

"I assume that unless you find something to reverse the effects, then you will age as humans do and as I do not want a young child following me around you had better hope that you find something soon."

"I helped you! Why won't you help me?!" Gothel screeched, her young lungs giving her quite a loud voice.

Pitch winced before clamping his hand over her mouth.

"That for one is why I will not help you and you got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out of it."

Gothel drew herself up and faced Pitch.

"I saved you, when your nightmares attacked you and left you for dead in your own lair, I saved you, you owe me, Pitch and I have come to collect."

The Nightmare King stopped and turned to face the small girl.

"This, your problem was caused by your own greed, my problem was created by my need to be… never mind, I will help you because you did help me but once you are back then you are gone unless I say otherwise and the debt I owe you will be null."

Gothel tilted her head to one side and considered Pitch.

"Ok deal, but I don't want to be much older, only a little bit a few years, understand?"

Pitch merely held back a growl and stomped away into the shadows.

"I will be back soon, I know someone who can help wait here and don't touch anything… I know what small children are like."

Gothel sighed deeply before settling down to wait. Typical Pitch, he had the fix to her problems but had kept this knowledge from her.

Pitch emerged from the shadows and stepped into a shady room.

He looked around, the room hadn't changed one bit, books lined the walls from door to door and several ladders leant against the walls, obviously used to reach the very top book shelves.

"December, I need your wisdom, I have a friend with a slight dilemma."

As soon as Pitch had spoken a small girl with bright red hair and dark brown eyes emerged from behind a large stack of books.

"Hello Pitch, haven't seen you around for a while, rumours were that you tried to take over the world? How did that work out for you?"

The girl smirked and Pitch had a feeling that she knew full well what had happened to him and was taunting him.

"I think you know, now can you help my friend?"

"You haven't told me what is wrong with your friend yet."

The girl, December, sat and listened in silence as Pitch explained Gothel's problem.

When he had finished speaking she stood and pulled one of the many ladders across and quickly scampered up the bars to the top.

While she searched along the shelves for whatever book she was after, Pitch browsed the books on the lower shelves.

No one but December knew of Pitch's secret love for fiction.

His fingers brushed the spines of the books.

'Artemis Fowl'

'Hunger Games'

'Sherlock Holmes'

'Harry Potter'

Pitch had, during his very long life, read thousands upon thousands of books, met dozens of authors (in their nightmares but hey it still counts) and had even influenced a few.

Pitch pulled out one book, settled down and began to read.

The book had soon sucked him in and he was deaf and blind to the rest of the world.

It took a non-too-gently slap from December to rouse him fully.

"Hey bookworm, I got you this." December handed Pitch a thick, dusty very old looking book.

"Your 'friends' cure is on page 123, the supplies will all be displayed out front, really though how do you get friends?"

Pitch glared at December. Unfortunately the girl rarely slept and when she did it wasn't for long so Pitch held no real fear over her.

"Did you follow her home?"

Choosing to grace the question with a response Pitch took the offered book and swept from the room, casting the book he had been reading one last look, he would have to look for it in children's room next time he went visiting.

December was right, everything Pitch needed was on display and within minutes he had everything he needed.

"Thank you December."

"Pleasure Pitch."

The red-haired girl watched as Pitch stepped back into the shadows and lifted one hand in farewell.

Pitch stepped out behind Gothel causing her to start slightly as she turned around to face him.

"You have been ages! Did you get the the stuff? Can you turn me back?"

"One question at a time. I have the stuff and it should turn you back, no promises though.

Gothel shook her head, making her dark hair bounce around crazily.

"What do we do?"

Two and a half hours later and finally after mixing various fruits and herbs together and cooking it there was a dark liquid in front of them. Looking rather ominous as Gothel prepared to drink it.

"This will work won't it? It had better or else's your 'friend' is gonna find an large number of frogs deciding to move in."

Pitch rolled his eyes and Gothel took this as her cue to drink.

Her eyes widened as the liquid ran down her throat and she squeezed them shut as she swallowed the last of the foul tasting drink.

For a minute or two nothing happened but then a dark blue light surrounded Gothel, blocking her from Pitch's sight.

"Gothel? Gothel? You ok?" Pitch to his credit tried to get rid of the blue cloud but only succeeded in spreading it.

After hearing a reassuring shout from Gothel, Pitch settled down to wait. He didn't have to wait long as just five minutes after Gothel had disappeared behind the blue cloud, it began to disappear and Pitch could make out a face.

His mouth fell open in surprise and he stared in shock at the figure emerging form the disappearing cloud.

yes I know. Horrible ending and not much of a chappie either :/ sorry :( thought it was better to update something now :(

Anyway December. Random character loosely based on me (I absolutely adore the name December, don't judge I love it) and I have red hair and brown eyes. I know a lot of you don't like OC so she won't be in it again (unless you all want her to be) so don't worry anyone!

Please review if you think I deserve it! And follow and favourite if you haven't all ready :)

and I will see you all in 8days :D goodbye!