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Meet the Monster 1/?
Jack was letting the wind carry him along to wherever it wanted him to go when he spotted her. There she was in a clearing, one he spotted her in all those years ago, looking as sad as she did that first time. Well, that would not do.
"Wind!" Jack ordered and instantly he was hurtling, safely, down towards his dark-haired beauty. Just as they practiced, the wind landed him centimeters away from her face. No way she could pretend he was not there, like that one time, if he was right in her face. Though it would have been nice if she at least looked a little surprised.
Undeterred, he smiled at her ear to ear, eager to share his good news with her. She probably knew about what happened between him, the Guardians, and Pitch but he wanted her to hear his account of things. To laugh when he made the others out to be over the top with their already crazy personalities and to call him a liar when he made his own actions too grand.
"Hey there Mona," he said warmly, brushing from stray hair from her face.
She didn't flinch but she looked away and remained silent.
Jack's smile faded and he leaned back as he realized whatever was wrong was serious.
"Come on, Lisa, where's your smile?" Jack teased in a desperate last-ditch effort to chase away whatever dark cloud was hanging over her head (not literally though that one time was equally worrying and hilarious).
"Jack," she said flatly when her storm blue-grey eyes finally stared back at him. Uh-oh, his name. No nickname. This was bad. This was very bad. "We need to talk."
Did Jack think things were bad? HAH! Things were apocalyptic! She might be his first, and only, girl since he was chosen by the moon but he knew what those words meant! She was breaking up with him! Was he too immature? Too careless with throwing around his snow days? Did she not like him being a Guardian? He thought she would be happy for him! Was there someone else? Was she succumbing to the darkside of eternal brooding and his light was too much for her grand emo-ness? What did he do wrong and how could he fix it!?
"I'm sorry! Whatever I did to make you so unhappy I'm sorry! I-I'll make it up to you!" Jack said quickly, earnestly. He could not lose her. He loved her and he hadn't managed to tell her yet! Wait, he loved her? He knew they were dating for a long time but they only met a few times a decade. They did not have the most consistent relationship when she trotted the globe and he kept, mostly, to the Northern hemisphere's winter. He loved her. Shit, now she really couldn't break up with him until he told her.
Except his Mona Lisa was looking at him strangely as if she had no idea what he was going on about. Then her lips twitched and she was laughing. Sure she was laughing at him but Jack could count on one hand the amount of times he heard her laugh and still have free fingers.
"Silly Jackanapes, I'm not breaking up with you," she explained once she calmed, eyes crinkling around the edges with amusement as her lips gave a vague smile.
Jack wanted to swoon. If their sexes were reversed he would have totally swooned. That smile was a smile worth fainting over when it was directed your way. Worth no end of humiliation and risks of limb and life to obtain even if for a few seconds.
"I want to introduced you to my father," Mother Nature explained, her smile turning somehow cruel without ever changing at all.
Okay, so it was not as bad as her breaking up with him but it was still bad. "You-uh, you have a father? I mean, I know no we were all someone once but- your dad is a spirit too?" Jack clarified when he realized how wrong he sounded.
"Yes, you've met him already but he does not know I am seeing you and you did not know," she explained and shrugged her delicate shoulders. "Honestly, I was worried he might hurt you but after Easter's events... I think you'll be just fine."
"Oh... so you heard about that huh?" jack asked pointlessly, laughing and feeling embarrassed about it all for some reason he could fathom. "So, uh, who's your father?"
Mother Nature did not answer at first, choosing instead to stand up and offer her hand to him. Jack winced. Apparently they were meeting the father now and they were traveling through the Green to meet him. Jack hated traveling through the Green and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual if the 'behave' Mother Nature told the plants frequently was any indication.
Sighing, Jack cautiously put his hand in hers and they walked towards the trees.
"My father is Kozmotis Pitchiner but he's known these days as Pitch Black," Mother Nature finally answered as they stepped into the green.
Jack did not have the time to wallow in horror and disbelief before the Green took him.