Ok, I know I should be working on The Spell... but hey, when I get an idea I run with it. Set before Roxy tells her father her secret, but she has her wings because it's my story and it would just make more sense ;) The meeting between Duman and Roxy is odd, but whatever. Enjoy!

It had nearly been a month since he died. That fairy hunter who loved his older brothers to the point where he sacrificed himself to save them. They missed him terribly, and turned their wrath on the Winx. Ogron, Gantlos and Anagan had never been so ferocious, and the girls were almost defeated several times. If it weren't for the Specialists, they would be dead, Roxy would be powerless and Earth would be enslaved. It was after another close call that Roxy was walking home from the battlefield, mindful of a burn on her arm. "God damn those fairy hunters! Dad is going to kill me if he sees this." The streets were pitch black, apart from a few lamp posts. She thought it was deserted, but she soon saw that she was mistaken. The lone silhouette of a person, a rather well built man, stood far in front of her. "That's weird, no one comes out here at night," she thought. The man was just leaning against a building on the other side of the street, looking up at the blue moon. As she crossed in front of him, she looked over again. Now, the light was at an angle where she could see him. He was, indeed, very tall and muscular. He had on a black tank top with red chains and a gray, long sleeved shirt underneath. Covering his legs was a long black skirt with more red chains, and he had on black combat boots. Roxy was shocked, and she had a strange feeling in her stomach. "It can't be…" His pink hair was styled in a Mohawk, he had golden eyes that penetrated through any darkness, and sported his signature chain earring. There was no mistaking it; the man across the street was Duman. Roxy froze mid-step with a dumbfounded look on her face. Her expression went from total shock to a bit of a smile. Duman must have noticed someone watching him, because he whipped his head from left to right, and his gaze settled on the pink haired fairy across the street. She smiled her shy little smile and waved at him, and to this he raised an eyebrow. Roxy had always been afraid of him before he "died", why was she just acting like an old friend? She started walking towards him as he watched her with concealed suspicion, unsure of what she wanted. "Hey," she said bashfully.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing much," she said before trailing off. They stood in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say. "What happened to you?" She finally asked. Duman returned his gaze to the moon, deep in thought.

"I got lost."

"Everyone thinks you're dead, and your friends are dominating us," she said jokingly. "Can I have a bit more detail?" He laughed softly; young fairies were always full of questions. Not that he could talk, he was only four years older than her.

"Well, when that spell of Nabu's was supposed to kill us, I pushed the others out of the way. It hurt like hell when it hit me, but it actually sent me to the Omega Dimension. I guess he needs to get better with his spells. After a while, I regained enough strength to heal my injuries and get back on Earth," he said. Judging by Roxy's face, she was captivated by this simple story. "Why am I telling her this? Why am I even talking to her?" For the first time in a long time, Duman was questioning his actions.

"It really took that long?" she asked.

"It isn't exactly easy to generate power in the Omega Dimension."

"Oh, right," she said while blushing. He chuckled again, she was so timid.

"By the way, why do you ask what happened?"

"Because I was worried about you," she admitted without really thinking. When she saw his confused face and realized what she said, she covered her mouth and blushed profusely. "S-sorry," she said as she started running away. Duman stopped her by grabbing her wrist. When she looked back at him, he looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He started to get a foreign feeling in his chest, and his heart was beating faster. This had never happened before, but he remembered that this was how Anagan claimed he felt around Flora. "Is this that thing when you like someone? Anagan said it was like what we feel for each other, but a different kind… Weird," he thought. "You were worried?"

"It was just a slip of the tongue, no big deal," she lied.

"Where the tongue slips, it speaks the truth…" Duman trailed off. The pair stood in silence, not allowing their eyes to part ways. After a few moments in this position, Duman's look of sheer confusion turned into a loving smile. To this, Roxy only blushed more. "Let's just be honest with each other, ok?" Her tensed up muscles relaxed after he spoke.

"Ok…" she replied, nervous about sharing her feelings with him. She took a deep breath and let her next words out as fast as a machine gun. "The truth is I kinda sorta really like you and stuff but I haven't told anyone because they would think I was out of my mind or try to kill me or something," she cringed, preparing to be criticized. He laughed his slow laugh, happy they felt the same way. "What?"

"The feelings are mutual," he replied. She looked back up at his kind smile and could tell that he really meant it. Her look of obvious relief made Duman laugh quietly again. He was much less scary without his friends around, and much more attractive. "We should hang sometime."

"I'm down with that, but where? If ANYONE we know finds out, they'll be pissed," Roxy had a point.

"Well, I have a townhouse, and the others don't need to know I'm back just yet," he added that familiar devious tone that Roxy knew so well. "Here," he said, a puff of smoke overtaking his hand. "Take this." Roxy held the house key in her palm, it was on a silver chain with paw print charms. Somehow, this simple little gesture gave her a warm feeling inside.

"Thanks," she said. "You wouldn't happen to have a phone, would you?"

"Nah, too easy to track. But, I have the next best thing," he said while closing his eyes. He concentrated and started to glow. Roxy watched with a perplexed face, and then she heard something. "This is way better," Duman's voice was in her head, he had made a psychic connection with her.

"Awesome," she was impressed. "Now we can talk to each other whenever we want."

"Right," he said out loud. His eyes traveled to her upper arm, where the burn sat clear as day. "What happened to your arm?"

"Oh," Roxy said as she looked at it, "Ogron burned me with a spell about twenty minutes ago."

"Looks painful, let me see it," he said. She lifted her arm towards him and he held it carefully. His hands were warm, and it made her want to fall into his embrace and never let go. He healed it with no trouble, and she didn't even feel it.

"Thanks," she said. "It was killing me," she added the next part with a bit of flirtatiousness. "I didn't know you had healing magic," Duman laughed again.

"I guess there's a lot you don't know about me," he said with that devious tone of his.

"Well I guess I'll just have to learn then," she said. They looked at each other's eyes, so happy they could both finally be heard. They were no longer trapped behind the walls that Light and Darkness had built to guard against each other. Roxy let out a small giggle while in one swift motion she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. He was taken by surprise at first, but then he brought his strong arms around her waist and laid his head on hers. They parted and looked back into each other's eyes. Roxy started to frown.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"I should probably be getting home, my dad won't be too happy to learn I was cuddling with an evil wizard all night," she said in a playful tone. He laughed again and let her go.

"You have a point, I'll see you later."

"Ok, bye," she planted a soft kiss on his cheek and pivoted on her heel. After a few steps she turned and waved goodbye. She started jogging away, her hair bouncing with her steps as she faded into the darkness. Duman headed for home, thinking about how he would be able to hide this.

"I'm not letting them be aware of my return just yet. They ARE my brothers, but they've lived without me for a month. I'm sure they can go a few more days," he smirked. He walked up the stairs to his home and disappeared right on the front steps.