Hi! I really wanted to see a loving Pitch and Jack relationship! So expect lots of fluff, although this may get more steamy in later chapters. I don't expect this story to be very long though. Thanks for reading!

Part I

Jack had never felt so terrible in his life. He didn't know what happened. He was making the customary rounds, bringing winter and joy to the children, when all of a sudden he began to ache. Jack, who had been zooming through the park participating in a massive snowball fight, suddenly faltered. Jack veered off course and narrowly avoided colliding with a tree. However, he over-corrected and flew headlong into a snowdrift.

"Unnnf" Jack groaned upon reappearing from the snow. Immediately Jack knew that something was wrong. He felt like a ton of bricks and the world coudln't seem to stop spinning. Jack attempted to stand and promptly collapses back into the snow with a yelp.

"Are you alright Jack?" Jamie asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah…at least I think so," was Jack's reply, "We may have to call it quits today though. I feel terrible."

The children agreed and helped Jack up. They reluctantly left him as Jack faked a smile and stood up a little taller, attempting to look like he was marginally better than he felt.

As soon as the children had left Jack quickly fell to the ground with a thud. Fighting to remain conscious, Jack focused on one thing: Making it to a shadow, and to the one person who could help him through this.

The sun was beginning to set, meaning the shadows were appearing and elongating. Wearily, from his vantage point on the ground Jack looked for the closest and darkest shadow he could find. The public restrooms of the park was casting a dark and long shadow. Unfortunately, it was a good twenty-five feet away. Jack knew what he must do. His mind made up, Jack inhaled and painstakingly began dragging himself towards the building. His world was spinning, and his vision was growing dark at the edges. Jack forced himself on refusing to give in. Truth be told, Jack was grateful for the fear. It would serve to amplify his call. After what felt like hours, Jack reached the edge of the shadow. Breathing heavily, he dragged himself the last few feet until he was fully immersed.

"Pitch. Pitch…please help…me" With that, Jack blacked out, but he had the sensation of phantom arms enclosing around him.

The day had been slow for Pitch. He had woken up pleasantly enough, with the small Guardian wrapped around him. Pitch smiled fondly at the memory. After Jack and Pitch ate breakfast and Jack kissed him goodbye (Jack had duties), Pitch found himself at a loss. Pitch always felt different when Jack wasn't around, more glass half-empty than full to the brim. Pitch sighed and began tidying up their bedroom. He couldn't help himself from grinning at the word "their." Pitch never thought that sharing his life and his home would bring him so much joy. Once he finished making the bed he began picking up scattered articles of clothing. Upon picking up a pair of brown cotton pants, Pitch couldn't help but smirk. Pitch knew exactly how those pants came to be strewn across the chair on the other side of the room.

Pitch allowed himself time to reminisce, but once the blood began to flow south he snapped himself out of it. It wouldn't help to think of these things when Jack wasn't here with him. Although last night was…eventful. Pitch couldn't believe how different Jack was when they were alone. Any walls that either being had definitely came down. The level of comfort they had with each other was beyond what either had experienced with anyone else. Pitch thought about all of this as he continued to pick up the room. Finding one of Jack's shirts, he brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply. Pitch shivered. Jack's scent was fresh, and smelled faintly of pine. Jack was…delectable. And he was all Pitch's. As he thought about this Pitch's tongue snaked out across his lips. As Pitch began to feel his mind wandering again, he determined that it was time to remove himself from the bedroom.

Moving to the kitchen Pitch began to prepare some peppermint tea. Although he would never admit it to Jack, he actually liked it and the process of making tea calmed him.

Once the tea was done brewing Pitch brought it up to his face, letting the steam and aroma curl around him pleasantly.

"Pitch. Pitch…please help…me"

The fear in the plea cut through him like a knife. However, Pitch didn't know how much was Jack's and how much was his own. Jack needed him. That much was clear.

Pitch had disappeared before the mug shattered on the floor.