Jack had just got to Antarctica trying to get away from everything. The burning heat of his guilt had pushed through him making him burn up. Ache. Scream angrily as powerful winds drove him to the coldest spot that gave him some peace. Well he hoped it would give him peace, quiet so he could think. A rare thing Jack considered. He was a leap first ask questions later kind of guy, always had been before he was Jack Frost.

He had tried to throw those damn teeth away cursing and swearing in his frustration. Something just kept stopping him from throwing it into the icy water below him. He wanted to know, who he had been? Who he was now? Why he was here and why the Man in the Moon had made him like this? He'd only ever been told his name and nothing more, nothing to even apologise for making him so alone then suddenly thrusting him into this battle he had no right to be in.

He shoved the box deep into his icy pockets a icy blue eyes just stared down at the water his mind going back to waking in darkness, waking with fear, then that light of the Moon. Why was he the first I saw? Why am I here like this? I can't even touch someone without hearing them hate how cold I am. How can I help being so damn cold. That anger was slowly building again as he heard that voice. That deep, rough voice that only now seemed to concerned with how he was. He couldn't bare those words, not now, not after what had happened.

The next thing he knew he stood in front of a massive statue of Ice and Darkness that spiked wildly as if it were like some porcupine. He couldn't help staring at this strange mixture of black sand and his own ice. He's never made something like this before that looked so wild, so angry, it was showing how he felt inside and it only made him more angry with himself for letting his powers control him like that, letting Pitch get to him like that.

"We don't have to be alone Jack. You never have to be alone again if you come with me." Pitch's voice was soft, almost as if he truly cared for the Frostling that stood in front of him broken and almost beaten down. "I know what it's like to be lost where no one can see you, no one's willing to touch you or even look at you as if you're nothing. I won't make you feel like that."

Jack tensed hearing those words, they sounded like something he'd wanted to hear for so long yet was deprived of it by so many. He couldn't help turning his back on Pitch something makig his want to look away. He had spent so many years alone he lost count, he was still alone now, 'He should go. We should NEVER have trusted you!' Bunnymund's works struck deep at this point. He was already on the verge of breaking, he couldn't take it.

"Jack, they never trusted you, never believed you were more than just some kid. Some child who played with ice and snow, however I saw so much more in you Jack." Pitch just stood by the statue of ice and shadow waiting to see what Jack would do. "Jack I can tell you about your past, I can tell you all you need to know, I watched over you in that frozen lake. I stood there watching even comforting you in those dark shadows of that murky water."

It was only now that jack turned on his heels and stared at Pitch a mixture of shock and confusion on his face. He watched over me? He knows the past Moon never told me, I want to know who I was all that time ago. He stepped back a bit when Pitch stepped forwards to him.

"Jack we don't have to be alone any more, I thought I was the only one...who knew what it was like to not be believed in, to have no one know you were right in front of them, to have them pass through you as if you were a ghost. Jack I know what it's like to long fr a family, for someone to just touch you without a look of disgust or a patronising smile." Pitch stepped forwards slowly Jack standing there still lost in confused thought as many questions whizzed through his mind.

Slowly he placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. The ice on the blue hoodie he wore cracked a little and melted some under the hotter hand that touched him so gently. He tensed and just stared at those yellow eyes that looked at him with understanding, not cruelty like they had done, or frustration like other's had done.

Perfect this is just perfect! He's falling for it! Pitch's mind cheered at himself proud of what he able to do to the broken little sprite that stood below him. This touch was more than just a touch as some of Pitch's shadow minions slipped unseen, unfelt, into the boy to help give him a little incentive. The shadows crept round Jack's body till they found a chink in his sink, a small cut that would give them access to him without having to make their own way in.

Jack didn't feel anything but the cold wind that had always been the only thing that listened to him, and that warm hand upon his shoulder, that caring feel of that hand that didn't pull away as ice reformed and even crept onto it a little. He's...Someone's willing to touch me, to look at me like he truly understands me, not just says he does like North, or calls me a brat like Bunny.

"Jack what do you want to do? I can give you all the comfort you want, all the affection you deserved all those years ago when you first emerged. I can give you everything you always deserved, you just have to come with me, I'm not saying you have to believe me Jack, you are mature, you're an adult, you can choose your own path." Pitch's inner self smiled coldly that's it Jack, give in to the longing for touch, for company that understands you, fall for my little theatrics.

Although Pitch thought these things his expression didn't alter, didn't waver, it just stayed calm, caring as if looking after a broken, cherished statue. He slowly pulled his hand away when jack stayed silent, just standing there looking so very confused and lost within his own thoughts. It was then he felt the Shades he'd sent into Jack find just the right point to twist his thoughts enough.

"Wait! Pitch, wait..." His voice seemed to falter as if saying something so desperately was wrong. "Please, d...don't just walk away, I've...I have had enough with people treating me like some trash." His voice went harsh for no real reason and he paused to get his words back under control before he lost it again. "I don't want to be just a tool...I.."

"Jack, you and I are alike, I know how you feel. I won't hurt you like that. I promise." I'll just torment you till you can't be without me Frost. You'll crave only my touch, only my words of affection, only me. "I've been broken before remember Jack. I was long before you came into this world, I'm not going to use you as a tool, we'll be a team, companions, anything you need me to be."

Jack sighed softly and those shadows inside him were making their way to just the right spots in his mind that was racing like freezing winds. It found just the right places to twist Jack's thoughts and make him want to go with Pitch more. Those words, the shadows, his loneliness. It all seemed to work together to get Pitch just what he wanted.

"Pitch, take me with you...please." He sighed softly and looked down a little. "Don't show me something like understanding then make me feel like...like I'm at rock bottom..." Jack sighed softly clinging to his staff, his mind fuzzy with so many different thought but those that worked in Pitch's favour stuck out more, the shadows working to how they had been ordered.

"Jack, I told you, I'll only do what you ask of me. You want to come with me then that's fine." Pitch smiled a calm kind smile;so very different to the cruel, proud smirk of success he had inside. "I'll be whatever you need me to be for you Jack. Just know I know how you feel and I will show you the affection you deserve."

Jack took Pitch's hand the cold instantly hitting Pitch making him tense before pulling the boy closer.

"We need to be close so I can take us home." That kind smile came to his face as he looked down running a hand down Jack's tight cheek. It was only in that moment that Pitch admired those deep eyes and couldn't wait to twist them his will.

Suddenly they were lost in a flurry of shadows and were far away from Antarctica, from their ice statue, from the Guardians that Jack felt had hurt him worse than anyone ever could.