A/N:
I was just watching the movie the other night and I was struck with this idea! Basically, I thought that what if when Pitch broke Jack's staff it wasn't the first time that his staff had been broken. Thus, this one-shot was born!
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The first time it happened, Jack thought he had never been in so much pain. He had lain on the ground for hours, his broken staff lying beside him. He had cried for someone, anyone to help him. But no one had come, and it was then that Jack learnt that if he was going to survive he needed to be able to look after himself. So, he healed his staff and flew away from that place.
The second time was just like last time. Jack was in the wrong place at the wrong time and an angry spirit had snapped his staff. It didn't hurt as much as last time but it still felt like a hole being was being punched through him. That day Jack learnt that there wasn't any point trying to be friendly with the other spirits. No one like winter anyway, not the season of death.
The third time it happened, it was different. It had been a confusing couple of days, the Guardians had wanted him to join their ranks to help defeat Pitch. Now, the Guardians were great and everything, but Jack didn't trust them, not one little bit. It was only a matter of time he thought, before it all goes sour. And he was right. Pitch had tricked him and the Guardians, too upset to listen, had sent him away. Jack felt hopeless, he had hoped that maybe the Guardians were starting to warm up to him but he should have listened to himself and not got too close. Then Pitch had come, trying to lure him over to the dark side. Jack had refused, and Pitch had gotten angry. He had thrown Baby Tooth over a cliff and then snapped his staff. Jack couldn't quite hold back the cry of anguish and pain as he felt it snap. Pitch had thrown him over the cliff as well and left. But not before chucking his staff down with him and shooting off a parting quote. Pitch had always been one for dramatics. Jack didn't know how long he was down there. But it was night when he made it to Burgess for Jamie, the last believer. The Guardians had arrived not long after he did, Jack had been careful not to let any of his sadness or disappointment through.
The battle had been fought and won. The Guardians were back to full strength and wanted to make him an official Guardian. The Guardian of Fun to be exact. Jack had agreed, mainly because he loved children, but he felt he never could quite trust them. Not after what had happened. Besides, Jack had realized long ago that he didn't need a family. 300 years full of solitude and sadness had taught him that.
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A/N:
I hope you guys liked it, I enjoyed writing this one, even if it is really short.
For anyone reading 'Ripped to Shreds', I am starting the next chapter of that tonight so look out for a new chapter soon! Although I have been hit with writers block….
As always, thanks for reading,
.M.