This is the sequel to Pitch Returns by me. Enjoy!
Jack's POV
Jack smoothed out Mavis's elbow.
"Ugh," she said, "it's always that one elbow." Jack chuckled, "It takes a while."
"A year?" Mavis asked, annoyed.
"It can," Jack said. Mavis blew a strand of black hair out of her face and Jack put his hands on her shoulders.
"Relax," he said, "You shouldn't be uptight with the Guardian of fun here." She smiled and he wrapped one arm around her waist, then he pulled her onto his shoulder, and she kicked her legs towards her face, flipping herself onto her feet behind Jack. He turned his head and smiled at her. He knew she would flip herself off of him, and that's why he did it. To cheer her up. She always got so frustrated quickly. If Jack was being honest, he actually really loved when Mavis got frustrated. Her mouth pressed into a thin line and her dark blue eyes narrowed. It really was adorable. Mavis sucked in a deep breath.
"You're trying again?" asked Jack.
"Yes, I'm going to get this right," she answered.
"That's what you said last time," Jack murmured.
"What was that?" she asked her voice getting louder like it did when she was angry.
"Nothing, dear," Jack said, slightly panicked. Mavis was not a person to be trifled with, and Jack knew from previous experiences. Mavis took a shaky breath, calming herself before trying to shoot frost from her hands again. She groaned loudly when Jack straightened her elbow for her again.
"It's also hard for you because you're doing it with your hands and not an object with magical properties," Jack told her.
"Is that fact or theory?" Mavis asked.
"Uh... Theory," he admitted.
"Knew it," Mavis muttered.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, princess," Jack said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her.
"Mmm... One more time," Mavis said. Jack kissed her again.
"I was talking about the frost thing," Mavis said.
"Oh," Jack said, "in that case, no." Mavis gave him a questioning look.
"Hey, you're stressed enough as it is, you don't need to anger yourself more. Now let's go hang out with Jamie," Jack told her. Mavis rolled her eyes, "Let's go." Jack bent his knees, allowing Mavis to hop on his back. She was still having problems using her powers. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly, and he took off.
"I just don't get it," Mavis said after a few minutes.
"Get what?" Jack asked.
"Why can't I do it right?'' Mavis asked, exasperated.
"Mavis..." Jack said, "You shouldn't worry about it.
"But what if-" she stopped, caching the sight of Jack's expression, which had darkened considerably. He knew what she was about to say. It was the one reason he regretted being with Mavis. That one burning question. What if Pitch came back? He had already done it twice, what would stop it him a third time? It was the one thing Jack was truly afraid of. Pitch kidnapping Mavis again.