For run4life for the being ~300, Airplane for trimming the fat, and the 300+ of you who have favorited, alerted, reviewed and read these shorts from the beginning. I love you all to bits and pieces, and always write these for you.

Sleepless

It was chilly in Corona, and with the cold weather came the all the annoying things that come with winter, like ice and frost. As the walls of the palace froze, it became next to impossible for Eugene to scale it without risk of breaking his neck, making any late night rendezvous with Rapunzel a rare occurrence.

He would sigh, fitfully turning a bed that felt foreign to him. He had all but forgone the idea of sleeping when he heard a scratching noise coming from his door. With his face still muffled in his pillow, he managed to turn his head and make out the familiar green form of Pascal squeezing through the space between the door and the floor.

The chameleon squeezed through with a pop, as the force it used to wedge itself through set it flying across Eugene's bedroom, landing on his mattress with a bounce.

"Well, that's a way to make an entrance," he said, sitting up to pick up the tiny trooper, "What can I do for you, buddy?"

Pascal sat up in Eugene's hands, squeaking between pants as it flailed its tiny arms in the air frantically. Rising an eyebrow at the lizard, Eugene attempted to make out what he was trying to say to no avail. While he had been in Pascal's company for a while, he was still not fluent in frog.

Pascal smacked his face with his paw, dragging it down slowly in exasperation, leering at the man between his digits. Sighing, he lifted two chameleon fingers.

"Okay, two words."

He then lifted up a single digit, then placed his paws on his hips, before making a circle with his hands.

"First word, person, female." Eugene nodded, stroking his beard in thought. "Gotcha."

Pascal nodded, before scurrying under the blanket, appearing on the other end to wrap it around his head like a makeshift wig. Squeaking, he mimicked singing.

"Uh...Rapunzel?"

Frantically nodding, Pascal then attempted to mime the second word, which confused Eugene even further. All he managed to do was figure out that it had to do with sleep.

"Rapunzel's tired? She's sleeping? Dreaming? Is she having a nightmare?" he rambled, and Pascal stared up at him, obviously annoyed. "Don't look at me like that, I'm trying here. Throw me a bone or something."

Not knowing what else to do, Pascal made a motion similar to that of a zombie roaming the night. He began walking on his hind legs with his arms out in front of him, fake snoring lightly.

"Wait...she's sleepwalking?"

Pascal nodded again, grinning at his own genius. If he wasn't so confused, he would question the sanity behind playing charades with a chameleon.

"You're kidding."

The chameleon shook his head, climbing Eugene's arm to his shoulder and pointing towards the door. He obeyed, because not only did he play games with chameleons, he followed their orders, too.

It didn't take long for him to find her, petting a houseplant, her expression dazed.

"Rapunzel?" he whispered, making his way to her as slowly as he could.

He snapped his fingers in front of her face to gain her attention, then began waving wildly to break her from her trancelike spell, but it was no use.

"Woah, you weren't kidding," he mumbled to Pascal before turning back to the girl, making a motion to wake her. "Hey, Rap-OW!"

He was stopped as Pascal's tail whipped his face, which was surprisingly painful.

"What was that for?" he whined, rubbing his face before remembering the golden rule of Sleepwalking, "Oh...you're not supposed to wake a sleepwalker, right?"

Another nod from the chameleon, and Eugene was tempted to ask why but didn't really feel like playing another round of charades.

"Can we move her without waking her up?"

To this, Pascal had no answer and stared at the princess who was still petting the houseplant.

The familiar sound of metal clanking broke the night's silence as a guard approached the hallway for his nightly patrol.

"Well, we don't really have a choice," he said, taking hold of Rapunzel by the shoulders, "Say bye-bye to the plant, Princess."

He steered her along, barely avoiding the guard as they traveled through the halls. Pascal assisted the situation by jumping from Eugene's shoulder to the ground to move small objects out of the way so she didn't slam into them.

"Okay, here we go, a bit left," he instructed, directing her slightly. "No, that's right and down stairs, which are bad. There we go...okay, keep going left...no, no that's right again, and into someone's bedroom, and people don't usually like having guests barge in on them in the middle of the night." At this Eugene sent Pascal a look, and the chameleon responded by moving a pot in front of his feet.

They had neared her bedroom when they came across a horde of guards, conversing at the end of the hall leisurely. Frantically, Eugene checked for another route, but could only think to spin around and retreat. Rapunzel, however, didn't seem to agree with this as she was just walking forward, making a U-turn next to impossible.

Not knowing what else to do, he quickly picked her clear off the ground under one of his arms as he hurried backwards, and down some stairs before turning into one of the palace's empty royal kitchens.

He sighed in relief, looking down at Rapunzel to notice her arms and legs were still moving, giving off the strange image of her walking sideways on air. Gently he placed her back on the ground, wondering how the hell she managed to stay asleep during this ordeal.

"Nice," he grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand. "Now we're stuck in here until patrol passes, or she conks out."

From the ground Pascal shrugged, again not of any use.

"How long does these things usual-WOAH!" he jerked forward, because Rapunzel had gotten into the plates, and was currently letting them fall onto the ground. He caught the first plate with ease, but it was then followed by another, and another, which had him scrambling, catching each before they shattered on the floor.

"Rapunzel!" he hissed, catching a particularly expensive looking wine goblet with his pinky, "Stop it!"

She slowed, like a robot powering down, a fork slowly slipped from her grasp, and was quickly caught by Pascal's tail. Once he was sure that the dinnerware was no longer in danger, he stood next to the princess as she stared into space. He didn't know much about sleepwalkers, but a kitchen filled with sharp objects and things that could easily be broken was probably not the best place to have one.

"Ready to go back to bed?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Okay, if you do want to go back to your room, then don't say anything and just stare into space."

Turning on her heel, Rapunzel made her way to the bread box, and Pascal scurried across the counter to help her open the lid. Slowly, she pulled out two slices, slapping them onto the table before making her way to the cupboard. She pulled out random jars of marmalade, pickles, tomato paste, sardines - all of which Pascal opened for her with a twist of his tail.

"Would you stop that?" Eugene scolded as he opened a tightly sealed jar of honey. "You're encouraging her!"

Pascal stuck his tongue out, sleepwalking or not, he enjoyed being helpful to Rapunzel. Eugene sighed, it was no use, he was trying to reason with a sleeping walker and a chameleon - he already lost. He decided that instead of trying to fight crazy, he was better off supervising it.

He quickly learned that making a sandwich while you're asleep is difficult, and often times he had to help her put things in the right place, and not get stabbed with a knife covered in peanut butter.

"Oh, you want to put Paprika on your mustard and pickle sandwich?" he lamely asked, handing her the spice. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. What do you want to use next? We have a cornucopia of random foods that have always dreamed of being between bread. How about this chop meat?"

When the sandwich was done, it looked like some kind of monster that needed to be put out of its misery. Eugene could've sworn he heard it growl at him, but it could've been his sleep deprivation. Sleepwalker Rapunzel handed it to him, and it felt soggy and wet in his hands.

"Uh...yeah thanks," he smiled, turning to throw it in the trash. He made a show of pretending to eat it, not able to openly hurt her feelings even in her sleepwalking state. "Oh yum, super delicious. That was the best...whatever that was...sandwich I've ever had!"

After wiping the remnants on his pants, he looked over his shoulder to see Rapunzel slowly sliding down the side of the counter and onto the floor. He quickly made his way to her slumped form to hear her even breathing, sleeping soundly. From next to her, Pascal grinned excitedly, giving him two thumbs up.

Eugene managed to gather her in his arms, as Pascal rode on his shoulder, sneaking past the guards and making his way to Rapunzel's bed chamber. He covered her with the blankets, kissing her softly before she snuggled into the comforter. Worn out from the night's adventure, he wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed with her, but knew better than to push his luck.

He was on his way out when he stopped, turned back to the bed, and tucked her in so tightly that when she awoke the next morning it took nearly 15 minutes for her to untangle herself from the sheets.