Titanic, age six, was running around playing with her older sister, Olympic. She was giggling, her raven black hair shining in the sun.

"I'm gonna get ya, T!" Olympic giggled, scooping her little sister up. Titanic squealed and giggled, her face flushed.

"Sissys?" A meek, small voice whimpered. Both girls turned, seeing their littlest sister, little Britannic. Britannic had tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.

"Brit? Hon', what's wrong?" Olympic asked, picking her up.

"Bad dweam." The smallest girl whimpered, starting to cry again. Titanic came over, hugging her little sister.

"No bad dream can hurt ya, Britty. We promise. Right, Lymp?" Titanic smiled.

"Right, T. It's okay, Brit. We're both here, and we'll always be here for ya." Olympic soothed, running her fingers through her littlest sister's hair. Britannic hiccupped and sniffled. As the sun fell for the night, Olympic sat on her sisters beds, tucking them in.

"Goodnight, angels." Olympic smiled.

Britannic looked at her blanket, still scared from her earlier dream. "Brit, nothing's gonna hurt ya. We're both here, you're safe and protected." Olympic soothed.

"Pwomise?" Britannic asked.

"We both promise, child." Olympic soothed, gently placing a kiss on their foreheads. Titanic got out of her bed and went into Britannic's bed. She held her tiny sister in her arms, mainly as an act of comfort for her sister.

"Can I sleep in her bed tonight? So she feels safe?" Titanic asked.

"If she's fine with it." Olympic responded.

"Pwease?" Britannic asked, softly.

"I'll be right back with something." Olympic stated. Soon, she returned with a simple blanket and pillow, laying on the floor.

"Lymp?" Titanic asked.

"Hush, kids. Time to sleep. Busy day tomorrow." Olympic soothed.

In the middle of the night, around two thirty AM, Olympic was awaken by a terrified scream. Not by Titanic, but by Britannic. The young girl was crying in her sleep, as well as... begging? Pleading perhaps.

"Brit! Brit, honey, wake up! It's just a bad dream!" Olympic stated. Britannic woke up, absolutely terrified. Olympic held her baby sister in her arms, just trying to calm her down.

"Britty? Sissy?" Titanic asked, sleepily. She woke up fully, seeing her baby sister in Olympic's arms, sobbing. Within an hour, Britannic had calmed down, but Olympic still held her. Another hour, and all three girls were asleep; Britannic still in Olympic's arms, but now Titanic was hugging her little sister, and Olympic was holding Titanic as well. There wasn't another nightmare that night.