AN: OK I want you people to know that this is just a filler until I get some more ideas. I know that it's summer break, but I have a horrible case of writer's block, I also want people to know that I'm totally ok with people adopting the story. Also, just because Jack Frost is a winter spirit doesn't mean that he can't have a normal heat tolerance.
The North Pole
The tied up Guardians were shocked at what happened. Jack Frost was now a baby! And he was totally vulnerable to any of Pitch's attacks. As the Guardians tried to break free from the sand ropes, Pitch chuckled and lifted the now baby Jack off the Nightmare and cradled him in his arms. Jack opened his eyes and stared up at Pitch in fascination, and giggled happily as if he had no idea of the danger he was in.
"My my my, it seems that the potion I stole from Father Time has worked perfectly." Pitch sneered as he gently poked the tip of Jack's nose with his finger, making the little spirit giggle again. "Hello my little Fearling Prince." Pitch chuckled and then turned to the Guardians, who were still struggling to escape their bonds. "Wonderful isn't it? If I can't make Jack join me, then maybe I can teach him my ways by scratch (AKA: All over again) and then we can destroy you together." Pitch taunted as he and his Nightmares began to fade into darkness with Jack in tow.
Pitch's Lair 3 Minutes later
Pitch walked through the halls of his lair with a sleepy Jack in his arms until he reached a door and opened it, revealing a room that hadn't been touched in centuries. It was his daughter, Seraphina's, room when she was a baby. In the room, there was an old crib that seemed to be falling apart and the paint was chipping off, an old rocking chair that was in the same condition, an old toy chest with some dolls, stuffed animals, and old-fashioned toys, a closet that was empty, an old wooden dresser, a drawing desk, and a bookshelf.
Pitch glanced around the room and said, "Well, this is no condition for a Fearling Prince to be in, it seems that this room could use some redecorating." While Pitch kept a strong grip on the now fast-asleep Baby Jack, he raised his right hand and chanted a spell. The room instantly began to change. The crib repaired itself and the paint turned black and the same thing happened to the rocking chair, the bookshelf was fixed and then became stocked with books from the Victorian Age, The Elizabethan Age, and the Present Age (AKA: Today), and the toy chest became filled with fake weapons and new stuffed animals.
Pitch placed the sleeping Jack into the crib and smiled evilly as the boy snuggled into the blankets. "Sleep well Jack, pleasant nightmares."
