Icy Shadows

Summary: After visiting Jamie, Jack finds some fearlings attacking someone. He rescues the person only to find out its...a injured teenage Pitch? How did that happen? Jack/Pitch

Hey guys. Okay I've become a huge fan of the movie even through I have only seen it once! It was just so amazing! I didn't realise I had become such a huge fan until I got home and found myself looking up fanfiction and squealing over how awesome Jack is ^^; Anyway...for some reason I ship Pitch/Jack - don't know why they just seem perfect together and so I started writing a fanfic.

As I have seen the movie once it may seem slightly AU as I probably don't know the characters too well. Pitch will probably be the most AU but that's because I turn him into a teen. Why? I don't know...I just thought Jack and teen Pitch sounded cute and here I am.

Title was all I can think of, sorry. If anyone wants to give it a better title then all means go ahead. Also I'm sorry if I ramble a little in the first chapter. Alot of my story's chapters seem short and I was trying to make it longer but I'm slightly worried if I rambled a little or not. Also about the first part, I've read too many hurt/comfort fics with Jack being unsure about the other guardians and the other guardians wanting him to open up which is why I put it there. Also I wanted to have to realise in order for Jack to trust them and accept them as his family they gonna have to trust him and by that trust Teen Pitch.

Again about the first part I wasn't too sure when to set it but I decided to set it after the easter incident just as in Burgess its getting warmer. This is because I want to give eason why Jack will be staying with Pitch in the North Pole instead of going off to Burgess to visit Jamie half the time. I didn't want to leave the poor kid out wihout having a reason too.

Also I'm not too sure how you play ice bowling (only seen it mention in other fics) so if I got anything wrong sorry.

Anyway I won't keep you waiting. Enjoy the first chapter and please leave a review.

Chapter 1

It had been a couple of months since Easter. A couple of months since Pitch had returned and tried to plunge the world into the next Dark Age. And a couple of months since Jack had become a guardian.

"Jack! This is eighth time you've turned the elves into ice bowling ball pins!"

Jack laughed as he struck the poor frozen elves with a ball, knocking them down. He straightened up and looked over at North with a shrug, catching the ice ball as it bounced back to him.

"Hey, last time you played, for several rounds I might add." Jack said.

A few of the yetis who had guilty straighten up when North had caught then playing, nodded before the other yetis that also had been playing nudged them in the side.

North laughed, "You have good point."

Jack grinned and took that as a prompt to go again. This time he managed to strike all five elves.

North rolled his eyes as the yetis cheered and Jack flew up into the air. Still even if the poor elves were getting a bit fed up with Jack freezing them all the time, North couldn't help but just shake his head and laugh at Jack's antics.

After learning that Jack didn't actually have a home (sleeping by a lake did not count as a home, the guardians had replied when Jack tried to argue) North had offered for Jack to come and live with him. He and the three other guardians had been surprised when Jack had refused. But Jack did have a good reason. After three hundred years alone, Jack still didn't know if he could trust the guardians just yet, even if he was starting to see them as a family.

The four guardians, feeling guilty when Jack said that, eventually gave in but North said his offer still stands and Jack would always be welcomed there.

Jack had only nodded and then flew off on his way. The other guardians didn't see him for several weeks before Jack had arrive at the North Pole doors. The boy had looked surprised when the doors were opened to him. North had suspected he had thought the yetis would chuck him out as they have done for the last three hundred years.

Slowly Jack had started visiting more and more. He visited the other guardian's home too, allowing fairies to fawn over him, helping Sandy make sand dreams up in his sand castle, even help paint eggs in Bunnymund's tunnels. However both Tooth and Bunny's homes were too warm for the winter spirit and Sandy's castle always made him sleepy so it was usually North he chose to visit. However even through Jack was visiting more and more, he still chose to leave before nightfall and he still seemed slightly wary of the other guardians.

Still North supposed even if Jack stayed he would always be off somewhere. Jack was a free spirit, always following the wind to places to make it snow.

"Want to have a go?" Jack asked.

"Actually I came in to remind you of the meeting we have tonight." North said, raising his eyebrow.

Jack flushed, frost covering his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The last meeting the guardians had Jack had forgotten to show up. To be fair it was only a few days after the Easter incident and Jack was still very new to the whole guardian thing. Even though both North and Tooth had told him about it and what time it was being held. Twice.

"Don't worry I'll be there this time." Jack said with a slightly nervous chuckle.

"Good," North said with a grin.

"Was that all?" Jack asked.

"Well I also wanted to know what plans you had for today." North said, "I thought we could spend some time together, catch up on things." As Christmas was still quite a while yet North thought it wouldn't be too bad to spend time off making toys and try to get to know the boy and get him to open up.

Instead of looking thrill as North wanted however, Jack looked uneasy. It was expected yet it still made North deflate a little inside.

"Actually I was going to go to see Jamie before the weather gets too warm for me." Jack said, glancing up at the clock on the mantelpiece, "Speaking of which I best be off."

"Alright," North reluctantly agreed, "But remember to be back-"

"For the meeting, yeah I know." Jack cried over his shoulder as he zoomed off.

North sighed. He turned to the yetis who had gone back to elf bowling.

"Alright back to work." He ordered, ignoring their whines. He looked over at the still frozen elves and sighed. Looked like he was going to thaw them out. Again.


Jack flew off into the sky. His smile faded for a moment and he sighed.

He knew North was only being kind to him. But it had only been a month since Jack had been a guardian an quite frankly he didn't know if he could really trust the guardians. Yeah, he enjoyed being around with them and the whole Easter incident had brought them close together, so close that the first few days when Jack had tried to distance himself away from them that it actually made him feel even more lonely and sad then he had been the three hundred years before. But after he went back to them and started hanging around with each guardian more and more he still was half expecting them to turn around and say 'Right, you've done being useful now. Clear off!'

He hadn't done much when he had been on his own after refusing North's offer to stay at the North Pole with him. He mostly just wandered about, lingering in places that were still wintery. He hadn't gone back to his lake for a change. He had wanted too, even staring over at the forest as he played with Jamie whenever he visited, which he did often. But the memory of falling into the lake when saving his sister stopped him. Even though he was glad he saved his sister and was happy that was the reason the man in the moon had created him, the sight of seeing yourself fall into ice wasn't something you shook off easily.

Also the lake reminded himself of something else, something he didn't want anyone else to know about.

It was when they had won the battle. They had cornered Pitch at the lake when his fearlings had surrounded them. Pitch had chuckled evilly, only for his smile to fade when the guardians reveal that it was only him that was afraid. And the fearlings had lunged at him.

Jack felt sorry for Pitch.

He knew the other guardians would hate him for it. But he couldn't help it. Pitch might have tried to take over and had killed Sandy but...he didn't deserve that. Jack had thought that Tooth knocking out his tooth had been enough. Pitch's powers had been pretty much stripped from him by then and he had been shown up by Jack plus Jamie and the other kids. Jack was sure he had gotten what he deserved.

But even through Jack had kept his face blank, he still felt sick when the fearlings had attacked their own master. The fact that he nor did any of the guardians do anything made him feel worse.

After all Pitch's real crime was that he was tired of being not believed in and being alone. Jack understood how that felt. Even if Pitch had lied about longing for a family just as Jack did, when they were in Antarctica Jack could still sense the tall man was being at least half truthful. If Jack was honest with himself if he had been alone for as long as Pitch had, if he wasn't meant to be a guardian, if North, Sandy, Tooth and Bunny had kept on ignoring him...Jack doubted he wouldn't have done the same.

The wind suddenly whistled, tossing him into the air and out of his thoughts as it reminded him that he was off to visit Jamie.

"Alright, alright," Jack chuckled and he started to fly again.


Playing with Jamie was fun as always. When Jamie when back to school he started spreading the story of Jack Frost and the other guardians, getting more and more a kids to believe in him it seemed, as when Jack visited their seemed to be more kids then they were to start with. It was a slow process and Jack had heard some kids made fun at Jamie and some of the others but Jamie told him time and time again soon the world would know of the name of Jack Frost.

Jack was entirely grateful. To be honest he was happy with the small amounts of kids that could actually see him and not walk through him that he didn't care that so many other kids didn't believe in him. But thinking that even more kids may believe in him and it was all down to Jamie warm his heart.

Right now they were having a huge snowball fight. The town of Burgess was used to it snowing even when the weather was warm, for some reason this had happen over the three hundred years through the adults couldn't fathom wide.

The kids and Jack had paired up into two teams. Jack was with Jamie, Pippa, Cupcake and a boy who Jamie introduced went by the name of Thomas. Sophie hung around the group as well but she was a little young to know what team she was in, throwing snowballs at the opposing team one minute and then throwing at Jack and Jamie's team the next before getting distracted by a snowflake or hopping up and down exclaiming "Bunny, hop, hop!"

Jack and Jamie duck behind a snow fortress as a rage of snow balls flung their way. Pippa and Cupcake were only a few seconds behind and poor Thomas got hit.

"You alright there, Jamie?" Jack asked letting out a laugh.

Jamie grinned and nodded, a little breathless. Unlike Jack who energy seemed to go forever Jamie was getting a little tired.

"You're not thinking about surrendering are you?" Jack asked.

"What? No way!" Jamie cried, Pippa and Cupcake agreeing. As Thomas was hit three times he was out and had gone to the side along with a few other kids. It wasn't too bad as Jamie's Mum had been kind enough to make them all hot chocolate with little marshmallows on top.

"Alright!" Jack cheered.

With that the three swooped down gathering snowballs in their arm while Jack just produced some out of thin air. Then they poke their heads over the fortress and started firing.

The other team shrieked as some members got hit and started firing back at them. However they hadn't expected the sudden attack and soon Jamie's team were jumping in the air high fiving and cheering.

"That was awesome!" Jamie cried.

"Alright, Jamie, I think that's enough for today." Jamie's mother called

"Aw but Mum..." Jamie whined only to be met by his mother's glaze: the one that said 'Now Jamie or no more snowball fights for you' that seemed to work every time. "Okay...but can I say goodbye to my friends first?"

"Just as long as you're inside before dark," She said. Gathering Sophie in her arms, who giggled and wave to Jack, and taking the empty mugs from the kids, she headed to the back down.

Jamie said goodbye to the others who all left as well, having to get home too, before he turned to Jack.

"I won't see you for ages will I?" Jamie said, the smile that was on his face fading.

"Hey," Jack bent down, giving Jamie's shoulder a light push, "Those warm months will whizzed by before you even know it. Besides," He added with a wink, "In Burgess it starts to snow around late September doesn't it?"

Jamie's face brightened up. "There's the grin I know."

Suddenly Jack found himself wrapped into a tight hug. He stiffened in surprise before he smile and returned the hug. It still shocked him when Jamie could touch him instead of walking right through him. But it was a nice shock though.

"Okay, kiddo, it's getting late and I don't want to get you into trouble."

"You always get me into trouble." Jamie said, raising his eyebrow.

"True but usually that because we doing awesome fun tricks that your mum finds dangerous for some strange reason."

"Right, because sleighing in the middle of a busy road is not dangerous." Jamie said sarcastically.

They both laughed. Jamie hugged Jack one more time before he ran to his backdoor. Stopping on the step he turned and waved at Jack before stepping inside.

Jack waved back before smiling and floating into the air. Today had been a good day.

Suddenly he remembered the meeting he had tonight. Quickly flying higher into the sky, he looked over to where the town clock stood, quickly squinting at the time. He still had two hours to go, he was fine. Breathing a sigh of relief, he decided perhaps it would be best if he headed to the North Pole anyway. Sometimes the wind would want to play and that sometimes made him lose track of the time. He didn't want to turn up only to find four cross guardians waiting for him, tapping their feet and crossing their arms.

He turned – only to stop when he saw the forest.

Normally Jack would shake his head after a few seconds and fly away, even through the thought of his lake still lingered in his mind. This time however he found it harder to ignore as his lake. It called out to him, begging him to come home. Because even through, yes, that was the lake where he drowned and, yes, that was the lake he last saw Pitch before the fearlings devoured him, that what it was, what it had been for the past three hundred years. His home.

Jack breath caught and he floated over the edge of the wood. The wind nudge him in and he hesitated before finally nodded. There was plenty of time before the meeting. He could kill some time at his lake. It was only a short visit.

He flew in. It didn't take long, he knew the way to his lake with his eyes shut, no matter where about he entered the wood. He actually could point out every detail of the way there; he had hung around the wood so many times. He made it in only a few seconds flat.

The lake, obviously thanks to the warmer weather and the fact its owner had neglected it, was no longer cover in its usually ice. The flowing water, along side the grass and the flowers that grew around it made it look pretty to anyone else's point of view. To Jack however it made his face scrunch up and him to lift his staff. Soon the lake was covered in a thick layer of ice again. That was better.

Jack flew over to the middle, hovering before he allowed himself to step onto the ice. This was the exactly spot where he was risen out the ice. The exact spot where he had fell...his sister only a few feet away watching in horror.

Before, when Jack was especially upset or just fed up with sleeping in the trees or on large rocks, he would lay here, in the spot where the moon shone down to sleep. Sometime he would look at the moon, begging for the Man in the Moon to talk to him again. Other time he would purposely not look at the moon, resting his cheek on the cool ice instead. It had felt what a warm mothering hand would feel like on a child's cheek.

Smiling Jack hovered again. Maybe this had been where he died. But still it had been his home for most of his immortal life and for that he was grateful. Who knows, maybe he would start coming back here after the day had ended again.

Ready to head back Jack was about to fly away, when a noise made his heart stop cold. It was a sound he thought he never hear again.

Slowing turning around he spotted the source of the noise. Or rather the sources.

Fearlings, Jack realised with a gasp. He hadn't seen them since they had turned on Pitch.

Jack guessed he hadn't noticed them when he had arrived. Right now the horse figures grunted, letting puff of air flare angrily out of their nostrils as they approached something, backing whatever it was into a corner, not allowing it to escape.

Jack, afraid it was a child, leapt right in. With a swoosh of wind, he flew over and jumped between the fearlings and the figure, his staff out in front of him as he hovered just a few inches above the ground.

The fearlings' eyes gleamed a blood red, causing Jack to frown in confusion. Didn't they have golden eyes before? However he quickly threw that thought away as the nightmare horses charged at him.

He shot beams of ice at them, jumping out of their way and flying over their heads, trying to divert their attention away from whomever they were attacking. It seemed to work as all of them ran after him, kicking out their hooves at him, trying to stomp him to the ground. Jack managed to escape their stomping hooves, as he rose higher into the air.

He paused allowing the fearlings to charge at him before he darted into the woods. He zipped through the trees, switching directions randomly in order to shake the fearlings of his tail. When he had the chance he would spin around and attack at them, shooting them to the ground.

Losing them in the woods Jack asked the wind the make a u-turn taking him back to the clearing. He had been so busy fighting he hadn't properly looked at the figure and wasn't sure if they weren't hurt or not.

As he landed on the floor, he looked about. At first he couldn't see anyone there and wonder if the person had ran off when the fearlings had left. But just as Jack thought that, he heard a groan, coming from behind some rocks.

"Hey you alright?" Jack asked as he jumped onto the rock – only to freeze in shock.

A teenager was huddled between the rocks, grasping his side as he tried to steady his breathing, obviously injured somewhere. However that wasn't what made Jack freeze. It was the fact that the teenager had grey skin and golden eyes that had widen in shock before glaring at him. The only other person Jack knew with grey skin and golden eyes was...

"Pitch?"

The teenager growled in response. He tried to get up and leave but the fearlings' attack had weakened him and he staggered. Jack quickly grabbed him to stop him falling.

"Get...of...me...brat..." Pitch hissed.

Well at least Pitch still had his memory intact.

Jack chose to ignore Pitch's 'request' which was just as well as soon as Pitch had finished his sentence, he passed out. Jack nearly stumbled at the sudden weight but he managed to stay upright.

Turning Pitch in his arms, Jack gasped. Pitch was covered in cuts and bruises. Jack also noticed the massive amount of blood that was seeping through Pitch's cloak and onto Jack's hand.

The sounds of the fearlings returning snapped Jack out of his shock and he quickly spun around.

Several fearlings were approaching, their eyes red and hungry.

Jack quickly hoisted Pitch into a firemen carry, ignoring the grunt of pain and grabbed his staff with his other hand. The wind immediately whisked him into the air just as the fearlings had charged at him.

The fearlings let out an angry whicker and leapt into the air, galloping after them.

If Jack was on his own he would attack but Pitch was bleeding and needed medical attention immediately. So instead he ordered the wind to take him to the North Pole as fast as he could and shot ice blasts over his shoulder at the dark horses. He heard a couple of whinnies and grinned, knowing he had struck some down. But he knew there were still more chasing after him and so encouraged the wind to pick up the speed.

It wasn't long before they reached the North Pole. Relief washing over his face, Jack headed for the workshop.

He didn't realise that one of the fearlings was getting dangerously chose.

"Ah!" Jack cried as one struck him on the back, sending pain shooting through him...and his staff straight out of his hands, "No, no!"

Jack crashed into the snow, Pitch, still unconscious, crying out in pain as they tumbled to a stop. Jack cringed in pain, the fearling had packed quite a kick.

The fearlings let out a triumph neigh and slammed down to the ground, towering over the two as they drew nearer and nearer to them.

Jack sat up, trying to see where his staff was. It lay a short distance away from them. Grabbing Pitch, Jack quickly ran, staggering with Pitch's weight and the pain in his back. The fearlings quicken their pace. Jack tripped over a rock, "Damn it!" and tried crawling over to it. The fearlings had almost reached them. Jack reached for his staff.

Just as Jack was about to grasp his staff, one of the fearlings slammed his hoof down onto his hand, causing Jack to cry out in pain. The fearling picked him up by his hoodie and threw him away from the staff.

Growling, Jack spun round, his legs flying up as he kicked out. The fearling cried out, not expecting to be struck. Jack grinned and quickly rolled out the way before it could counter attack, his hand reaching out and grabbing the staff. Ignoring his injured hand, he fired at the fearling, melting it into the snow.

Picking up Pitch he flew to the workshop.

Having tried to get into the workshop for three hundred years, Jack knew nearly every room that had a window to the outside. One time when he had been injured for accidently causing a storm that had backfire at him in the North Pole (he had been angry at the time and still didn't have much control over his powers) he had found the window that enter the infirmary. Surprisingly instead of kicking him out straight away, Phil had actually took care of his injuries. This had led them to form a sort of friendship even through every other time they saw each other it was Phil chasing Jack out of the workshop.

Quickly entering through the window, Jack barged the window shut, locking it and shutting the curtains, thinking that might throw the fearlings off. He laid Pitch down on one of the beds.

Pitch looked worse when Jack first saw him, more bruises starting to litter his skin. Being toss about in the snow probably didn't help him even. Jack also noticed some scratches he didn't notice before and some of Pitch's limbs were stuck out oddly, being broken from what Jack could tell (having no one to tell you what exactly was dangerous or the fact that, yes, spirits could break their bones meant that Jack broke his bones a lot) for some time. How the guy could walk was a mystery to Jack.

It was this that made Jack cover Pitch gently with the white mattress, ignoring the fact that this was the same guy who tried to kill him in Antarctica. Before he turned away, Jack whispered, "Stay here. I'll be back with help soon."

Quickly he ran to the door, knowing he had to fetch the guardians. There were still fearlings outside and Jack was going to need help defeating them before they got to Pitch.


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