The wind whirled around me, whipping my hair into my face. I was hovering above a city in the midst of what felt like a hurricane. Somehow I knew it wasn't natural, that it was me causing the storm, but I didn't know how or why. A familiar voice rang out, "Aleera! Stop this right this instant! Pitch is fine!"
Pitch? What would be wrong with Pitch? I saw him hovering in front of me, fear in his eyes. Five others were in a circle around me, but I had no clue why they were here.
"He's right, Aleera. I'm okay. I'm fine, Aleera. It'll be okay."
A flash of light, and he fell, dead.
I woke, screaming, to Pitch shaking my shoulder. He was kneeling on our bed beside me, concern etched into his features. I lay still, shaking, and he pulled me onto his lap. I buried my head into his chest and cried.
Oh, Pitch, it was terrible. I lost control lost control and there was a storm and you… you were dead, Pitch. It was awful.
It's okay, I'm here. See? I'm not dead. I'm right here. I'll always be right here for you, I promise. He stroked my hair and rocked slightly back and forth. I felt like a child, and maybe that's how he saw me, but I didn't care. I was warm, safe, and happy to be in his arms.
When I had finally calmed down, Pitch reached over to the nightstand and handed me an envelope. I recognized North's sloppy and harsh handwriting on the front and tore it open. It read:
Aleera!
You do not know how happy I was when Bunny told me you wanted to visit with us! We are planning a party next weekend, and would love for you and your friend to come! I hope you can make it, because I cannot wait to see you and catch up! I can't believe that it's been almost half a century since we talked last!
Your friend,
North
I briefly considered tearing the letter apart for Pitch's sake, but an idea popped into my head. I could mend the rift between the Guardians and Pitch if I got them together and really tried to make them friends.
"Pitch, dear, we're going to a party next weekend, okay? I want you to meet some old friends of mine." I told him excitedly.
He looked uneasy, which was expected. Parties weren't really Pitch's thing, and by not his thing I mean he avoids them at all cost. But he would make this sacrifice for me, "I guess. How many people are going to be there?" That was another thing of his: he didn't like being around too many people at once.
"Only five other than us. You'll be okay." He didn't look convinced, so I kissed him on the cheek then ran to get ready for work.
Hey! Thanks you guys for reviewing my story! I'm really glad you like it! Just to let you know I'm now taking requests if you guys want to see me write a fanfiction for something else too! I mostly write slash, but I can also write different kinds too. On another note, I'm sorry this update's a little short. I've been a little busy lately, but starting today I'm officially on Summer Vacation! Which means more and at the same time less time for writing. This'll probably be my last update until early next week, which I apologize for, but I'll be back by Tuesday at the absolute latest. I get to go to South Carolina to see my brother, which is pretty cool, but I might not be able to take my computer with me, so once again I'm sorry. I love you guys! You rock!