A/N: So I found out that apparently, people put 'disclaimers' at the front of their stories. I, personally, don't see the point, since I obviously don't own any of the plot or other stuff, but I guess this counts anyways. Also, I won't ever do this again, so this disclaimer-esque piece shall serve for all and any future things.

Dark Pit only wanted one thing, and that was to save his light counterpart's wings. Not out of any gratitude or something so trivial as that, but more as a means to safeguard his fragile existence. The Pits (yes, I know what that means) were tied together by... something. Basically, if something were to happen to either of the literal mirror images, their counterpart would suffer the same fate.

Of course, Dark Pit definitely didn't care about anything happening to Pit. In fact, if he could, he would readily destroy the annoying little brat who refused to STOP CALLING HIM PITTOO. His motivations were purely selfish only. Completely, totally, definitely selfish.

I'm thinking too much about Pit. Must've infected me with his airhead disease or something.

Regardless of how he felt, Dark Pit still recognised the sheer and utter importance of his task, not only for the sake of the world, but far more importantly, for his own survival.

"Pittoo, you're approaching the Rewind Spring. Prepare for landing and the inevitable boss battle that's probably going to come up," Palutena called from her ambiguous and supposedly torn-to-pieces temple in some ill-defined location. Dark Pit wondered briefly if the creators bothered at all with any semblance of reasoning when doing that chapter.

Anyways, he picked up the pace, drawing further on Pandora's powers to speed up his flight. Suddenly entering into visible range, the Rewind Spring appeared in it's full glory. A small island, floating in the middle of space, with a single stream of water flowing down towards the abyss. A stream of water that originated from the fabled pool, the hallowed waters that could reverse the very effects of time itself.

The moment he touched down, Pit was sky-beamed onto the island.

"Why couldn't you just beam me here?" Dark Pit asked.

"Well then there wouldn't have been a flying stage, dear." Trust Palutena to explain nothing at all... What the hell is a flying stage? She probably just wanted me to fly there myself.

Shaking his head, he moved over to the still body of Pit. The angel boy looked in even worse shape than before. His charred wings were showing signs of infection, the burnt stalks a slight hue of necrotic green. His skin was moonlight pale, the tiny rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable, just hinting that he could cling onto life for little longer.

Dark Pit picked his reflection up gently, surprised at how light the angel boy was. Despite his perilous state, he had to admit, that when Pit wasn't talking incessantly, the boy did look... well, angelic.

Such a shame that he has to wake up again. Maybe I could tweak his personality a little during the Rewind...

"Pittoo, I can read your thoughts," Viridi chided from her equally vaguely located temple. "The Rewind process is very delicate. You can't just go around using it to alter other people's personalities." Blah blah blah, nag nag nag. She even sounds annoying.

"Anyways, this annoying goddess would like to remind you that you should only leave Pit in the water long enough for his wings to recover. Any longer than that, and... well, things will happen. Bad things."

Dark Pit grunted an acknowledgement, and lay Pit just lying off the Pool's edge, his damaged wings submerged in the magical water. He watched as the slow process of Rewinding the damage began, the necrosis retreating back off, as pure white feathers began to sprout from the wing stubs. At the tips, new bone and skin began to form, starting to build back the tissue that was lost in his desperate attempt to rescue "Pittoo". As the colour drained back little by little into Pit's face, Dark Pit noticed, for the first time, that Pit did actually carry some of the grace angels were famed for. The way his brown hair flowed around in the water, his angled face perfect for the determination that he displayed so often, Pit looked more like an angel now than he ever had before.

Of course, Pandora chose that moment to make her grand boss battle appearance. The ball of blue fire flared out from Dark Pit's wings, dipping into the rewind spring to restore her lost powers. She laughed maniacally. Yes, manically, like a stereotyped evil villain. "Ha, you foolish servant. You may have tried to betray me once, but eventually you served your purpose anyways. Now I am whole again, I will destroy both you and Pit Stain. Ahahaha."

"Oh no! It's a stereotypical evil villain who refuses to die and keeps coming back for no good reason other than to provide boss battles. Quick Dark Pit, vanquish her!" Palutena gasped an entire sentence in what seemed to be both a genuinely horrified exclamation and an impressive feat of breath control.

Dark Pit wasted no time in comprehending Palutena's gasped sentence, and fused his to blades to form the Darkness bow. Breathe. Hold. Draw. Release. A fraction of a second later, Pandora found herself with a large hole formed by the power of a charged-forward-dash-shot. "WHAT! But HOW? I should have taken more hits than this. Where did all my HP go?" Pandora screamed at the sudden realisation that her appearance would be a very truncated one.

Palutena popped in to the deliver the killing blow. "Well Pandora, you forget that this isn't the same world. Here the story is decided by a different being, someone we can never hope to match for the Great One is too almighty and amazing (A/N: Self-praise. Heheheh). Anyways, point is that you don't get all that much time in this one. So, toodles."

Pandora cursed the existence of alternative plotlines, and with a very satisfying *thwunk* vanished back into nothingness.

Dark Pit stared a little forlornly at the spot Pandora occupied just seconds before. He knew that without the evil goddess' powers, he couldn't fly any more than Pit could. Speaking of which...

"Um. Dark Pit. You might want to check on Pit..." Viridi announced nervously.

He dashed over to where Pit lay still sleeping half in the Spring. "You see what happens when you soak too long in this bath..."

Oh buttcrap.

Dark Pit hastily pulled the even lighter Pit out of the Spring's time turning waters. The moment his small wings broke the crystal surface, he blinked rapidly, as if just waking up from a long nap.

10 year old Pit smiled sheepishly at his darker, taller, older reflection. "Hi. Why are you holding me?"

Eheheh. So what happens with little Pit? Stay tuned to find out :P

Oh, and the fourth wall breaks are intentional, in keeping with the style of the game. Unfortunately, that's the only the thing that will remain faithful to the original for the most part. Toodles.