Hey guys! I understand that this chapter was a tiny bit... f*cked. So I edited and posted it again just so that it won't turn out all wonky. Hope you enjoy, and are able to read it properly now, sorry for the mishap!

Biana sighed, as she climbed all the way back into her treehouse. She had just told her mom the news about Fitz, and she broke into tears, more than joyful knowing that her son is alive.

But that was the thing that bothered her...

If he was here all this time, why didn't he come home? Did he feel as if he wasn't wanted? Biana hoped not. He must not realize how much he's missed at home...

Flopping down into her bed, Biana picked up a picture and cracked a tiny smile: the picture was of her and Fitz when they were children. Biana was sitting in his lap, grinning brightly, while Fitz smiled that regal smile he always had, even mastering it at the age of 8. Despite what most think, this was definitely one of Biana favourite pictures. A single tear rolled its way down her cheek. She missed her brother...

-Flashback-

"Fitz!" An almost 6 year-old Biana bursted into her brother's room. The 8 year-old was still sleeping—which was quite acceptable given the time—but that didn't quite stop Biana from rushing over to her brother's bed and jumping on top of him. "Fitzy, Fitzy, Fitzy, Fitzy, Fitzy!" She repeated frantically several times as she jumped up and down and her brother's slumbering figure over and over again.

Fitz grunted and rolled around in annoyance—but he was smiling. "Bianaaaa..." He moaned, lazily looking up at her from his side. "It's like, 4 in the morning... Whaddaya wan?" His words were a bit slurred from fatigue. Biana looked at him with distress. "I want a song!" She said, shaking his shoulders. Fitz knew immediately what she was talking about and groaned. "No. Not now. Go back to sleep," he said, pushing her off of him as he turned back to his side and shut his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep himself.

His response didn't seem to satisfy the little girl the slightest. Biana frowned and jumped back on top of her brother—causing him to emit another grunt—and pouted. "But I can't!" She whined.

"Why not?" Fitz yawned.

"Because I'm already awake!"

"Then get unawake," Fitz's words were muffled as he shoved his face into his pillow. Biana fell to his side and looked at him with puppy dog eyes, even though his eyes were shut. However, he could feel her shaking and wondered what was wrong. "But...I had a nightmare," She said, sniffling gently.

'That explains it,' Fitz thought to himself. He knew why Biana didn't mention it earlier—five years-old, and she still tried to act like an independent woman. He sighed and opened his eyes—only to be greeted with the most precious, horrified and pleading eyes his little sister had ever given him. Fitz's expression immediately softened at her face. "Come here," he said after a while, opening up his sheets to her. Biana looked a little less frantic, but still scared nonetheless. She climbed into the sheets beside her brother and snuggled into his side. Fitz draped an arm over his sister and rested his chin on her head. Even though she wasn't facing him, she could still tell that she was terrified—she was shaking like an earth tremor.

"Shhh," Fitz tried to soothe her as Biana started sniffling again. "I'm here. It's okay." After a while, Fitz started to softly sing one of the lullabies he remembered their mother singing to him when he was about four years-old.

Almost nobody knew that Fitz could sing—the only two people that were lucky enough to know were Biana and their mother– Della, only because she caught Fitz singing along to a song she was humming once, and Biana because she had accidentally stumbled into a room were he was singing, unbeknownst to him. Fitz didn't sing too often, but when he did, it was basically the equivalent to hearing an angel.

Fitz sung the lullaby until he heard Biana's breathing slowed down to a normal pace. Before they both even knew it, she was fast asleep, snuggled into her brother's side with a small smile on her face. Fitz heard her gentles breaths of slumber and smiled as well. He kissed the back of his little sister's head before saying, "Goodnight B," and falling asleep as well.

-End of Flashback-

Biana hadn't realized she was full-on crying until she noticed the drops of her tears on her pillow. Sniffling, she put the picture back on the table and dropped her head onto her pillow, letting all the tears fall out. It was then when she decided that no matter what the Black Swab said, nothing would stop her from finding her brother—nothing.

Even if it meant that she'd have to find him herself.

Heck, even Dex missed the golden boy that was Fitz backer. He knew he and Fitz had never seen eye-to-eye—and admittedly that was mostly his doing. He knew he shouldn't of let his jealousy get the better of him every time Fitz tried to be on friendly terms with him—but how can you compete with someone just that perfect?

When Fitz was pronounced dead, it affected him a lot more than Dex would've thought. True, when anyone is pronounced dead, it's a tragedy for death is so uncommon in the elvin world—but Fitz's death hit him particularly more than any other did. Probably because e knew him personally, and not just of-him. But then there was the deep feeling of remorse and regret that came with it, and Dex soon understood that he felt guilty for how he had previously treated Fitz.

He sighed as he fiddled with the twiggler—a project the black swan had needed his technopathic "skills" for. Dex assumed that was another reason why he was jealous. Why did he have to be stuck with the lame ability?

However, he had always failed to notice how everyone's eyes would light up with wonder every time he used his technopathy—including Fitz's. Dex sighed again, and he dropped the invention on his bed before he went crazy with fiddling about with a stupid little machine that might not even work. His mind wandered back to the day when Fitz had asked him to find Sophie—and the dreadful time of when he'd been kidnapped.

-Flashback-

"Dex!" Dex sighed and rolled his eyes. He could recognize that insufferable accent anywhere. And after the fight he just had with Sophie, he did NOT want to talk to him. Closing his locker up, Dex continued to walk away and pretend he didn't hear him.

But Fitz wouldn't let it go. "Dex please! I know you can hear me. Please wait up!" He called. "Wow, he actually remembered my name!" Dex muttered bitterly and sarcastically under his breath, but something in Fitz's tone sounded awfully desperate—he sighed and turned around, deciding to see what the golden boy wanted. "What do you want, Wonderboy?" He asked him harshly.

Fitz bristled a bit at the nickname but he quickly shook it off. "Please, I need your help," he says. "It's Sophie." Dex raised an eyebrow. "Sophie's in trouble?" He asked a little frantically despite himself. Fitz shook his head (though, unbeknownst to both of them, she actually was). "No," he replied. "She's jut upset—and because you're her best friend, I think she would really want to talk to you." Dex looked at him skeptically again. "If you're so concerned, why didn't you do it yourself?" He mumbled, then mentally cursed himself. 'Darn it, Dex! Don't give him any ideas!' He thought to himself. 'The last thing you need is the Wonderboy to go comforting YOUR best friend when you had the chance to us yourself.'

But Fitz's reply was something he definitely want expecting. In fact, he looked down, seeming a little guilty as he spoke. "She won't want to talk to me," he murmured. Dex's eyebrows rose in realization. "Wait— Sophie's mad at you?!" He asked him incredulously. "Me and Biana," Fitz admitted, rubbing his shoulder sheepishly. He didn't even need to respond because Dex already knew the answer.

Glee filled up inside of him and he could almost feel himself grinning until another realization hit him– and then he started to glower at Fitz. "What did you do to her?!" He asked him angrily. Fitz raised his arms up in defence. "I didn't do anything! Well, directly..." He muttered. "Directly?!" Dex asked, still angry and confused. "Yes, we don't mean to make her upset! It's just I think Biana might of told her some stuff and—" he cut himself off with a sigh and a shake of his head. "Could you just see if she's alright? Please?"

Dex debated it for a moment. On one hand, he didn't want to do the 'Perfect Vacker's' any favours: but on the other hand, Sophie was his friend—and she obviously needed someone right now; someone like him. "Alright. I'll go find her," he said after a while and Fitz's eyes shone with gratefulness. "Thank you—" he started to say but Dex silenced him with his hand. "Don't flatter yourself, Wonderboy— I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it for Sophie," he said, and walked off without another word.

––Later on––

Dex moaned and groaned in pain at the infirmary. Damn, was he gonna feel these burns and bruises tomorrow. He could barely handle feeling them today! He still didn't know who his and Sophie's saviour was— but he was grateful for whoever it was. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," Dex said, although a little confused. He thought he'd seen all his visitors today– his family, the council, Grady and Edaline, Marella, and Sophie. But it seemed that wasn't the case.

As the door opened slowly, Dec was shocked, to say the least, when his surprise visitor turned out to be Fitz. He quickly covered his shock with a scowl. "Why're you hear, Wonderboy?" He asked him snappishly. Fitz didn't react to the nickname this time. He instead walked slowly—and almost timidly—towards Dex, looking down at his feet as if he were afraid to make eye contact. Dismissing this, Dex continued. "Did you get lost on your way to see Sophie or something?" He snapped again.

"Actually, I just came back from seeing her," he said softly—so soft, that Dex could barely hear it. "And to be honest, I'm actually—and sincerely—here to see how you are doing," he told him. Dex blinked in surprise. Fitz was concerned about him? "You are?" He asked disbelievingly. Fitz nodded. Yeah," he said quietly, then got that guilty demeanour again. "A-and to say I'm sorry."

Dex raised an eyebrow. "Sorry for what?" He asked confusedly. He honestly had no clue what the Wonderboy had to be sorry about. "For sending you to find Sophie," he admitted. Dex narrowed his eyes. "Why, you wish it was you instead of me?" He asked him annoyedly. Fitz quickly shook his head. "No!" He said. "I

mean— well I'm glad you found Sophie and was able to try and help her and all, but..." He trailed off and sighed, turning his head to the side. Dex widened his eyes. Was Fitz Vacker—the Fitz Vacker— crying in his presence?!

Fitz spoke after a while. "Its just that– if I never had asked you to go and find Sophie, this never would've happened to you. And I'm sorry," he said finally. This time, Dex rose his eyebrows in surprise. Huh. So the Wonderboy was really concerned about him. He briefly wondered if he should make Fitz feel bad—after all, it was often that Fitz opened up to his mistakes. But after seeing the boy cry, Dex felt a little pity for him. He still didn't like him, but he had came all this way just to see how he was doing. It was the least he could do.

"Fitz it's not you fault," he said. Fitz wiped the tear off his cheek and looked at him, rather surprised like. "Y-you don't... Blame me?" He asked him innocently. Dex snorted. "Of course not!" He said as if it was obvious. "Like you said, Sophie needed me—and I was there to help her. You couldn't of known that the we would've gotten kidnapped. It was out of your control. Don't burden yourself on it," he said, offering a small, short smile.

Fitz smiled a small smile back. "Thanks, Dex," he said, still sounding a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Dex to sympathize him at all. To be completely honest, Dex was pretty shocked himself. But it wasn't everyday you saw someone so high and mighty like Fitz cry. Dex nodded in acknowledgement to his thanks.

The two sat/stood in semi awkward silence before Fitz cleared his throat. "Well, I should probably leave you to rest now," he said, shuffling to the door abut awkwardly. Dex nodded again. "Uh huh," he said, feeling a bit awkward himself. Fitz then headed towards the door. But just before he left, he paused and turned around to face him. "And Dex?" He said, catching his attention once more. "...Yeah?" Dex asked a little warily, raising an expectant eyebrow. Fitz smiled—a real, genuine smile. "I really hope you get better soon," he said, before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Dex just sat there looking at the door in surprise. "Thank– you..." He said a little unsurely, even though Futz was probably long gone. Then he sighed. Even though Fitz had visited him out of the kindness of gay heart, he still managed to make him ten times more frustrated. How could he continue to hate someone who wouldn't stop being so– so— perfect?

-End of Flashback-

Dex never did tell anyone that Fitz had cried, although he had considered the idea. He just figured that no one would believe him anyway— well that, and he was never the one for spreading rumours. That, he always left for the other elves to do.

Dex looked at his twiggler—he really hoped this invention worked out. After the failure of retrieving Prentice from Exile, not to mention the sudden news of Fitz's return, the Black Swan really needed a win—desperately. He looked out the window of his tree house and sighed when he saw Keefe just sitting on the ground, looking out into the forest. He felt really bad for the boy- first he realizes his moms a villain, and then he realizes the best friend he gouge was dead for the longest time, actually isn't. Dex shook his head in sympathy at the thought.

An idea suddenly shot into his brain—the twiggler could probably find any elf he wanted to with just a few more tweaks. If he finished the twiggler, he could possibly find Fitz for the gang! Motivated by this, he began to do what he does best: tinker.

So there it is! I apologize once more for the stupid code crap, I have no idea why it went like that... But anyways, I'm glad you guys told me, otherwise I would've had no idea! Please forgive me for this technical mishap, and as i said before:

WARNING: Sophitz fluff ahead! ;)

-Someonewhodoesntcare