Hello readers! :D So this is a 'What if' Fanfic. Pitch may also seem a little OC in places but remember, no one is really all evil, right? This is my second Fanfic, like ever, so I apologize for the bad writing skills. But anyway, enjoy!

Jack sat on the cliff side, watching as the snowflakes raged down onto the frozen wasteland below him. His eyes were filled with sadness, he let a tear escape from his eye and drip down his face, before it froze halfway along it's journey.

Why did they think he betrayed them? Sure, he had been in Pitch Black's Lair... But it was that voice calling out to him that made him do it, and it was out of curiosity that he followed. Now, he was all alone again...
All because of his stupid memories!

He suddenly stood up, and took a few cautious steps back, then with an almighty push he sent the memory box hurdling into the sea beneath him. Good riddance, Jack thought angrily.

He suddenly felt bone like fingers wrap around his shoulder. Jack stood up quickly, grabbing his staff and facing whoever interrupted him with a defensive stance. To his surprise he saw Pitch, and Jack narrowed his eyes.
But what was even more surprising is that Pitch didn't attack, he just stood there, with a smirk on his face. "What do you want...?!" Jack almost shouted.

"Why Jack, I saw what happened between you and your little Guardian friends. It's a shame really. But you know, you don't belong with them..." Jack didn't lower his defenses, even though Pitch seemed to just want to talk. "Me and you are alike in more ways than you think... Join me, and WE will be believed in... You won't have to be alone again... After all, what goes better together than Dark and Cold? Join me, Jack."

It was true, Jack couldn't bear the thought of being alone for any longer, and they were alike. And Jack wanted to get back at them, for thinking he had betrayed them. He was willing to do ANYTHING to be believed in.

"I finally get a chance to be believed in..." Jack muttered to himself, before smirking. "Alright, you have a deal."

"Welcome to your new home Jack..." Pitch said as they entered his Base. Jack looked around as they entered, he'd been there before but didn't actually get a good view of what the place looked like.

It was dark, obviously, and the ceiling seemed to stretch endlessly upwards. All of Tooth's helpers were in cages, and chirped nervously when they saw Pitch enter. There was a globe in the middle of the room, just like in North's workshop, but smaller and darker.

"Ooh, fancy." Whistled Jack as he looked around. "In my opinion though, it needs some... Frost." Pitch smirked, he was willing to do whatever it took to get the boy on his side, and it wouldn't hurt if he showed emotion once in a while... Or let Jack have his way. "Sure, do mind the floors though." His sinister voice echoed off of the sides of the walls as he spoke. Jack smiled and ran around, sprinkling his icicles all over the walls.

His plan was finally working, with a member of the Guardians' team dead and another one now on his side, he would wipe them out easily, with the help of Jack of course...

Jack suddenly turned and ran to one of the Nightmares, patting it gently. "You know, they aren't actually as bad as I thought. They're pretty awesome."

"See, Jack. Darkness and fear are two things that should be embraced..." Jack hesitated for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah... I guess you are right. Can I ride one of them?" Pitch sighed, almost face-palming, then agreed. Jack climbed up onto the Nightmare, and almost cheered from excitement, he had never ridden a horse before, well, not in this life.

"So..." Jack said, turning to Pitch. "Where do we begin?"