AN: Well, here is the sequel/drabble series to my story Pitch Controls You? It may not make a ton of sense if you have not read the previous story. Just in case, I'll give a brief summary of that story. Essentially, Jack had been Pitch's slave for about 80 years before Man in the Moon chooses him to be a Guardian in order to defeat Pitch. The Guardians recruit him, learn he is Pitch's slave and much of the plot goes down the same as the movie except Jack is obedient, shy and scared. Near the end, Jack was seriously injured by Pitch before the winter spirit finally stands up to his master. The first chapter of this story begins with Jack waking up for the first time at the North Pole. I do not own Rise of the Guardians and I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Hours later, blue eyes fluttered open and the Tooth Fairy jolted upright in her chair, having just taken over watch minutes earlier. Jack tensed at the movement, peeking up briefly as he hunched himself into the corner, wrapping arms around his knees.

"It's okay, Jack," Tooth intoned, speaking as if to a frightened animal. She raised her hands in front of her in a placating gesture but it still caused a flinch from the winter spirit. "I'm not going to hurt you," his posture eased up slightly, "There you go. It's okay. How are you feeling?"

He didn't answer, blue orbs still giving off a somewhat cornered look. She tried again. "Are you in pain?"

"Um … n-no, I'm f-fine," he stuttered, averting his gaze to the blankets.

"You must be hungry," Tooth assumed, "I'll go get you some food. Be right back."

As the iridescent fairy exited the room, Jack breathed, resting his forehead against his knees. Slowly and carefully, he leaned forwards to the window beside his bed, testing to see if it would open. As expected, it was locked. With a sigh, he leaned back on his pillows again, feet flat on the bed but knees not quite drawn to his chest. Tooth quickly returned with a tray.

She was about to hand it to him, but noticing him flinch again, she placed it gently beside him. When the spirit made no move to take anything, she chuckled, "Go ahead, it's not going to bite."

Blue eyes flickered up to purple before the winter spirit reached down for the food.

"I didn't know what you would like," she rambled, "The soup is slightly cooled because I didn't know if you could handle hot things and there's some bread and crackers."

"Thank you," he breathed, voice scarcely loud enough to hear. He picked up the spoon and began to slowly eat the soup; the room was quiet for a while.

North walked in, calling out to them. "Jack, how you feeling?" The winter spirit jumped, then muttered out a quick, 'okay,' eyes fixed downwards. "And you Toothie?"

The two Guardians immersed themselves in chatter, comparing notes on belief and clean up. Meanwhile, Jack took a few bites of bread then put the plate to the side, enjoying the sound of senseless conversation. Suddenly it broke off and the frost child opened his eyes, unaware as to when he had closed them.

"You didn't eat much Jack, do you want anything else," Tooth's eyes were full of motherly worry. The soup was only half gone and the bread looked like it had been nibbled on by a mouse.

"I'm not used to so much food," he replied, embarrassed.

"That's okay sweetie," she answered warmly, taking the tray and exiting the room. North stood there awkwardly for a moment before calling out loudly, making Jack jump.

Two yetis walked in, carrying medical equipment. "Time for check up, Jack."

The winter spirit nodded, trying not to scrunch in on himself as they held his wrist and asked him to remove his sweater. He was shaking by the time they were changing the bandages around his cuts. The paws on his skin felt harsh and foreign. He let out a sigh of relief when it was over and he was allowed to put back on the newly made hoodie he had been given the night before.

Throughout the process, North looked down at the boy with despair shining in his eyes. The frightened look in the spirit's blue orbs, then the sight of all those scars and his emaciated frame were more than enough for this feeling to grow. Tooth walked in towards the end and she had to stop herself from breaking down at all of this. She chastised herself mentally as she was normally a stoic warrior queen. Why was she feeling like crying all of the sudden, it was so uncharacteristic. However, one look at North relieved her of these feelings for he seemed to be feeling them too.

Finally, the yetis were finished and silence fell as they left. Jack's head was down as his shaking decreased, knees once again hugged to his chest. He tugged uncomfortably at the collar around his neck.

"Does it hurt?" Tooth asked suddenly, making the boy jump. He looked at her, confused. "The collar," she clarified, waving a hand towards him. That act alone caused him to flinch.

"No," he murmured shortly.

"How long have you had it?"

"About 50 years," he answered quietly, still not looking up. Tooth struggled to keep her expression neutral even though he wasn't about to glance at her.

"You know," North began, unintentionally quite loud, causing the winter spirit to hunch in on himself. "If you ever want to talk to any of us, we are here for you."

Jack nodded minutely. There was brief silence again.

"Oh, I forgot, here is staff," North declared, shoving the stick towards the winter spirit, who tensed quickly, looking up with shocked blue orbs.

"I can have it?" he whispered, baffled. His expression was one of complete disbelief.

"Of course," North boomed, still holding out the stick. "Take," he insisted and pale fingers reached up uncertainly, as if waiting for it to be snatched back. His non broken hand grasped the staff, gently pulling it out of the Guardian's grip.

"Thank you," he muttered, a slight grin pulling at his lips as he stared down at his staff.

"No need to thank me, it's yours," North said lightly. However, he noticed as the smile disappeared from the teen's lips eyes appearing unfocused, as if pulled back into a memory. The boy unconsciously clutched his staff closer to his chest. They lapsed into silence once more and Jack's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?" Tooth asked.

The winter spirit shrugged.

"Why don't you go to sleep," she encouraged, watching as he slid under the covers, curling up facing the wall. "Sweet dreams, Jack," she couldn't help but whisper.