After the ending in "An Unexpected Shade of Love," Jarjarblinx1 and I decided, after much deliberation, that you guys deserve a sequel with, we hope, a happier ending.

This story is (any Zelda fans should hopefully understand this) an alternate timeline of its predecessor. So, up until chapter 33 in An Unexpected Shade everything is exactly the same. This story is going to be everything that would have happened if Jack had never done that painting that reunited the two lovers. After the deLuna breakup, without that painting, it would have been years before Jack and Pitch ever saw each other again. This is that story.

Without any further words, I give you... "Another Unexpected Shade of Love"

Pitch sat on the couch, his heart heavy. Jack...I miss you so much. He felt another tear slip from his eye, and he furiously brushed it away. "Uncle. Uncle!"

"You called, nephew?" deLuna stepped into the room.

"I miss him. I miss my Jack."

He sighed. "It's been years, Pitch. You need to forget about that wretched man."

"How can I? We were in love. We had our whole future ahead of us, and now...it's all gone."

"You have to move on. And that is exactly why you need to get up and get dressed for the day. I set you up for a lunch date with a very lovely young lady, and tomorrow night you are going to take your daughter to your new art exhibit for her birthday."

"Another lunch date? You know I hate those. They're always so...superficial."

"Well, it seems they're the only way I can get you out of the house besides Aery. Now, get up. You're picking her up in an hour. Your reservations have already been made."

"You're really excited about this, aren't you? Can't wait to see me married again, can you?"

"I believe the two of you will get along quite well."

"Forgive me if that doesn't fill me with confidence. We don't exactly run in similar circles anymore."

"Regardless, you're going. You need to get out of the house, and if this is the only way to do that then so be it."

"Fine. What does she look like? Is she nice? Does she mind that I'm a widower and a single father to boot?"

"Her name is Kristianna. She has brown hair and brown eyes. And no, she doesn't mind any of that. She's very eager to meet you, nephew. She's a violinist, too."

"It would seem I have no choice in the matter. I'm to meet this Kristianna, and we'll fall madly in love, marry, and have three kids." Pitch leaned on an elbow. "I can't wait," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Up, nephew. Don't go into this date with such a snarky attitude."

"Of course not. Wouldn't want to scare my future bride away, would I?"

"So, you're Kristianna."

"Indeed. And you must be Pitch." She held her hand out to the man with a smile. "Your uncle has told me so much about you."

Pitch looked down at the hand with a grimace, but he shook it all the same. "He's told me nothing about you. You're a stranger to me."

"Well, that's what first dates are for, right? Getting to know each other?"

"How much has my uncle paid you?"

"Nothing."

"He's paid you nothing to go on a blind date with a widower who has been in love twice and is now a jaded human being?"

"Nothing at all. I was actually the one who asked him to set this up." She hooked her fingers together, resting her chin on them with a smile.

Pitch looked at her with an air of indifference. "I don't like the idea of this. However, something about you...seems genuine. I'm not making promises, but I'm willing to try."

"You sounded like a very grounded man from what he was telling me. Very guarded but loving, if you're lucky enough to break through that hard shell. A past riddled with hard times and heartbreak. You reminded me a lot of myself."

"How so? You're a beautiful woman. I doubt anyone would hurt you."

"You are very wrong, sir."

"If you'll tell me your sob story, I'll bore you with mine...if you wish."

"You say that you are a widower. Well, so am I. I have been married twice. My first husband was a commander in the Marines."

"Really? And...how did he die? If you don't mind me asking."

"It was during a mission. He wasn't supposed to be out in the field that day, but they needed him...and then there was a bombing. They were hard pressed to even bring back any part of his body, he was so close to the explosion."

"I'm sorry. That is unfortunate, indeed. You did say you were twice married. Now, you're either here without your husband's knowledge or else..."

"Oh no. We divorced four years ago after I discovered he was only with me to win my father's favor."

"And what does your father do to be so impressive and desirable?"

"He's one of Julliard's top donors. If someone can get on his good side it's almost a guaranteed acceptance in."

"And your second husband wished to get in?"

"Indeed. He was far from being the best cellist I've ever heard, but I didn't love or marry him for his skills. He would never have made it in had he not had a letter of recommendation from my father."

"He received your father's favors before you divorced? Unfortunate."

Kristianna shrugged. "It wasn't too bad. As soon as we figured things out, an unnamed source tipped the administration off to his not-so-perfect records. Needless to say, he was quickly removed from the school."

"All's well that ends well, it would seem."

"Indeed." She sat back with a smile, folding up her menu. "Shall we flag down a server and order?"

"Yes." Pitch turned, holding his hand up. His breath hitched when he saw a familiar figure through the crowd. "I'm sorry. I...I can't stay here."

Kristianna looked at him, confused. "Um...was it something I said?"

"Not at all. In fact, I would rather like to continue this conversation. However, I'd like to do it anywhere but here."

"Is there somewhere else you'd like to go? Perhaps another restaurant?"

"Anywhere else. You pick."

She thought for a moment. "I know a lovely little café across the park from here. Care to walk with me?"

"I'd be delighted. Just...let's go now." Kristi stood up, grabbing her purse and sliding on her coat. She took Pitch's arm in hers and led him from the restaurant. Pitch tried to keep looking straight, only turning once. "Wouldn't you like to ask why I wanted to leave?"

"Of course I would like to know, but it isn't my place to pry."

"On the contrary. I promised you my own sob story. You see, I loved someone very much...once. There was my wife, and I felt that her death destroyed me. Little did I know that I would discover true love in the form of a man named Jack Frost."

"Ah...so you're gay? Figures. All of the good ones are gay." She chuckled.

"There's been some...debate about that. I always thought I was straight. I married a woman and was madly in love with her. I never looked at a man that way until I met him. So, I guess you can say I'm straight, except in his case."

"I suppose that's reassuring." She laughed, steering him through the park entrance. "So may I ask who it was you saw?"

"A vision." Pitch got a far-away look in his eye. "Only a stranger who...stirred up old memories."

"I see. Perhaps we should talk about the present instead of the past then. I never was one for opening old wounds. It's far less painful to live life in the present rather than pouting over past heartbreaks."

"How right you are." Pitch laid a hand over hers on his arm. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"I believe I'm going on a date with you." She smiled up at him.

"If you would like. I have an art show tomorrow night, and I would be honored to have you on my arm."

"That depends. Do I get to take you to dinner as well?"

"I'll take you to dinner. My treat, in exchange for your presence."

"Hmmm. Last time I checked, we aren't a couple yet. I do believe I should assert my authority as a woman and treat you, sir. After all, you were so kind as to invite me to your show in the first place."

"Then perhaps we pay for each other?"

Kristi chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."

"You look beautiful."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Black." Kristi did a little turn for him, showing off her little black dress and elaborately curled hair.

Pitch hummed in appreciation. "Truly lovely. Here." Pitch swept a rose from behind his back, presenting it to his date with a flourish.

She took the flower, bringing it to her nose with a smile. "How romantic of you."

"I can be...when I like the person in front of me."

"And do you like me? I'm simply dying to know."

"I might. From what I've seen and heard...yes."

"Well, that sure is a relief. I wouldn't want to scare such a dashing man as yourself off."

"We've already had a first date, and I've been most negligent."

"Oh? And how have you been negligent, Mr. Black?"

"I haven't kissed you yet."

"Indeed." She feigned a scowl. "How absolutely horrid of you, sir." Pitch leaned down, smiling. He stopped, though, when he happened to glance up and saw something that made his heart stop. Kristi looked up at him. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I...excuse me for a moment." Pitch left her, walking to the other side of the room, stopping behind a small group. "Jack?"

dun Dun DUN! Is it really Jack? Who knows! Let us know what you think of the your first taste of the sequel to "An Unexpected Shade of Love," and we might just keep writing it and you'll find out!

It's 'thank you' time!

Thank you Ionahi for letting us use your picture for the cover photo. Go find and follow her. Her stuff is amazing. I know for sure she has a tumblr and a deviantart :)

Also, a huge thanks to StarMaya for shooting us an idea that jump started this entire sequel. See, guys? Telling authors ideas does help. Even if we don't use that exact thing, it might give us ideas.

Review please :)