Sorry for the long wait guys! I got sick with a cold, then I had to help my grandmother catch one of our goats to take to the vet, and then I had to go to a party. Busy times. Finally got around to this though.

R&R please!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Pitch or Jack or any of the others.


With a satisfied flinch I put the bloodied razor on the toilet paper beside me so I could clean the blood off my arms. The blue hoodie that I always wore had long enough sleeves to cover up my scars.

"Jack! The neighbor is here with her son to meet us!" my dad yells as he stomps up the stairs to my room.

With haste I clean off the razor and put it back into the wooden box before I stuff that behind the toilet. Quickly I dash to my bed, jumping on it so the old thing squeaks as I roll into the covers like I'm sleeping. Either he didn't care or he didn't believe me the next thing I know he grabbed me by my unused arm and pulled me up and out of bed.

After nearly being thrown down the stairs I make it into our living room to see a woman with short blonde hair and green eyes sitting next to a boy with disheveled brown hair and brown eyes on our couch. By just looking at the boy I knew he was near my age, maybe sixteen or seventeen, being a cheerful guy by the smile and the gleam in his eyes and that he also loved his mom but hated her public affection for him since he sat close enough to her but not so they touched. With a smile the woman stands up and holds out a hand to me which I grasp and shake firmly. "I'm Lauren and this is my son Jamie, you must be Mr. Stapleton's son" she says in a cheerful voice.

"I'm Jack, Jack Frost"

"But your father's name is Stapleton..." she carries off as she sits back down.

"My mother kept her name and I took it on"

"Well I think it suit you" Jamie puts in with a warm smile as he wrings his hands together. With a sigh I move and sit down in the blue recliner beside the couch at an angle so I could see the guests. It was interesting to watch Lauren smile at my dad like he was a god, and this Jamie bloke to fidget around like he had ants in his pants. Wait a moment...nah, could never happen, Jamie had to be straight, right? Focusing back on point I notice Jamie is smiling at me and having a questioning air about him. My thought was answered as he asks me, "Wanna go up to your room so the grown-ups can talk?" and without question or hesitation I nod and stand up, climbing the steps with Jamie behind me.

As we step into our room I flinch a little inside as I look at my bare room, and Jamie whistles behind me. "Wow, doosy of a room you have here, never seen one better than this." He says with obvious sarcasm.

"So, you going to attend the school or home schooled?"

"School. I don't wanna spend any more time here with my dad than I have to."

"Do you know anybody here?"

"No, dad just moved here since it's a small and quite town."

"Well, it's not quite at the school. School bully is Pitch Black, but the little kids call him the Boogeyman since he's so tall and mean." As the boy says this I can't help but freeze, the name...no, it couldn't be! He'd known a kid named Pitch Black...and he'd almost pushed Jack off a cliff in Alaska once! Looking over at Jamie he asks softly, "Hey Jams...would I see him any at school?"

"Oh lots. Ugh, he's in the same year as us."


Not long I know, and a crapy ending, but get over it. I'm kind of having writer's block right now. Let me know if you want me to show you Pitch's POV at any time. Thanks for reading.