Icy Shadows

Summary: After visiting Jamie, Jack finds some fearlings attacking someone. He rescues the person only to find out its...a injured teenage Pitch? How did that happen? Jack/Pitch

Hey guys. Thank you for all the reviews and the favs they really made my day. Cookies and hugs for you all! I thought I write up chapter 2 for you.

Again sorry if Pitch or any of the others characters are a little OC. While I've read plenty of fanfics I have only seen the movie once so I may get a few things wrong. Pitch will probably be OC but that's because not only he's a teenager but his own fearlings have turn agaisnt him and that made him a tad more resentful and sarastic then he's usually is.

Also I CAN'T WRITE ACCENTS! I've been trying to write North and Bunny's accents but I can't do it. All I can do for North is miss out words which I've seen some fanfics do and pretty much hardly do anything for Buny unless you count me making him say bloody but I tend to use that alot when I make a character kind of swear)

Sorry it's a little shorter than the last chapter. Hope you enjoy an please leave a review.

Chapter 2

Jack darted down the corridor, urging the wind to go faster. He needed to get to the globe room; that where the other guardians would be.

Ignoring the yetis and elves in his way he barged past them not caring when he accidently bumped into them or cause toys to crash to the ground. Any other time Jack might have felt guilty but this was an emergency. Besides it wasn't like it was near Christmas, there were still months to go. Why did it take all year to build toys?

Shaking away is thoughts Jack crashed into Phil. As Phil had caught him so many times when chasing the boy before for breaking and entering the workshop and Jack was distracted, Phil grabbed him easily before Jack could fly up. He gave Jack an angry scowl.

"Not now Phil, emergency!" Jack cried, struggling to break free.

Phil didn't let go, instead pointing to the workshop. Everything was a huge mess, broken toys scattered everywhere, elves and yetis alike groaning on the floor (or in the elves case jingling).

"I'll clean up later! Right now I need to get North and the others!"

"Jack?"

The white haired boy and the furry yeti glanced up. Standing one of the balconies was North, Bunnymund, Tooth and Sandy. And none of them look too happy.

"What have you done to workshop!" North cried.

Jack winced but nevertheless continued to struggle out of Phil's hands.

"Sorry but-"

"What the bloody hell, Frostbite! Not only are you bloody late but you made a huge mess of the workshop! I hope you have an excuse!" Bunnymund yelled.

"I do, it's-"

Suddenly the window overseeing the main workshop area smashed. Glasses shattered everywhere, raining down onto the ground, just missing the elves who got up and scampered out the way with a scream. Stomping in were the remaining fearlings, eyes looking even redder than before as they pierced straight into Jack. Phil dropped Jack in surprise.

"-Them," Jack finished his sentence, pointing to the fearlings.

The fearlings snorted and charged at Jack. Jack managed to jump over them before they attacked him, spinning around as he skidded on the ground and then blasting at them with his staff. Only a couple were knocked down as the Fearlings turned, like angry bulls. They even scruff the ground with their hooves three times like a bull would before they charged again.

A boomerang hit them, knocking a few more of their feet. Jack looked up just as the guardians hopped over the railing and to the floor below, ready to fight. They all had landed in front of him, it almost seemed like they were shielding him away from the fearlings, protecting him.

Jack grinned. It felt nice to know they were there. Even if he didn't think he needed protecting.

The dark horses' whinnies dragged him out of his thoughts and back to the fight. The fearlings had lunged at Bunny who responded by jumping over, shooting an egg bomb onto their heads. Again, Jack wondered, why wasn't he a Kangaroo? North swung his swords at the fearlings that wasn't egg bombed. Sandy used his whips to start tackling the other fearlings who had enough brains to stop short when Bunny started throwing his egg bombs and try attack the others instead.

Tooth had flew up, spinning around as she used her ever very fast flapping wings to slice into any fearlings that tried to lunge at her. Her wings despite how delicate you may think them to be cut through the fearlings swiftly, like a knife cutting into butter. Her hands darted out and she punched any fearlings that missed her wings. Tooth may be sweet and seemed very delicate but, like her wings, she was stronger than those gave her credit for.

Jack quickly joined in, sending more ice blasts at the fearlings that the other guardians were too distracted to attack. Now knowing that there were others fighting off the fearlings alongside him, the thought of tackling the fearlings wasn't as daunting as it had been when he had been on his own with an unconscious wounded Pitch for company.

Suddenly one of the fearlings must have realised they weren't going to win this fight. It whickered to the remaining fearlings, who were falling in numbers rapidly. The other fearlings responded and quickly the horses galloped out the window, retreating away.

Jack shot at one of the ones at the back and manage to shoot it down. He zipped through the window, trying to chase the others but after the few minutes returned, a frustrated looked on his face. They had gotten away.

The five guardians looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Tooth's fairies, which has hidden in the fight in the globe room, all swooped down to their mother, chirping quietly. The elves jingled as their heads popped out of their hiding places and the yetis – some had tried aiding in the fight, others had just backed away to the side and let the guardians do their job, grumbled at the mess they had to clean up.

"Well that was certainly a fun meeting." Jack said.

He ducked as a boomerang was thrown as his head. North laughed fondly and even Bunny couldn't help but smirk. They all shared a smile before Sandy piped up, images flashing over his head. Tooth got the message before the others did as she turned to Jack.

"Jack? Do you mind explaining what just happened?"

The four older guardians all looked at Jack quizzingly. They had all thought they had defeated the fearlings, why had they been chasing Jack.

"Um..." Was all Jack could get out as he scratched the back of his head. He hadn't plan on how he would tell the others about Pitch yet, he had only planned on getting the guardians to fight off the fearlings, deciding to make the plan up as he went. Now that the fearlings had been defeated he was kind of stuck.

"It's a long story." Jack said eventually.

The others guardians waited for Jack to continue. Jack gulped.


"You did what?!"

They were all in the corridor, having moved out the way so the yetis could start the clean up. North had told them that they would be there to help once Jack had explained the entire story. Now they were a little distracted by what that story contained.

Jack fiddled with his staff, sending a nervous grin at Bunny, trying not to winced at the fiery glare he was getting.

"Er...I found Pitch at the lake back in Burgess, who had somehow turned into a teenager, being attacked by those fearlings and I rescued him?" Jack said and he couldn't help but sound a little sheepish. "He's injured right now..."

"Who cares?!" Bunny yelled, throwing his arms in the air as he couldn't believe what his sensitive ears where hearing.

Tooth, her fairies and Sandy watched the two worriedly, too shocked to say anything. Phil, who decided to he wanted to hear the story as well, stay quiet, glancing back and forth from Jack to his boss. North had his arms folded as he stared at Jack as though thinking deeply. Jack did his best to ignore him, instead frowning at the angry Pooka. Subconsciously he moved closer to the door to the infirmary, blocking it from the others.

"You-You saved Pitch!" Bunny continued to shout, "Why on earth would you do that?!"

"Well, why should I think about saving someone's life?" Jack shot back at the rabbit, crossly.

"When they are the flipping bogeyman; that's why!" Bunny replied.

North decided to step in between them. It was just as well as from the looks both were giving each other, they were both only two seconds from lunging at each other's throats.

"Alright, now just calm down." North said, his arms raised to stop the two from trying to get around him to attack the other.

Jack and Bunny shot glares at each but reluctantly backed down. Bunny crossed his arms, tapping his large foot on the ground in frustration while Jack kept a solid grip on his staff, holding it in a pose he usually did when he was feeling angry, defensive and slightly threatened.

North turned to Jack and Jack's eyes left the Pooka's as his hold on his staff switch to a more nervous pose. North noticed this and this caused whatever anger he had about Pitch being here, in his workshop, to dissipate.

"You say fearlings were attacking Pitch?" North asked.

Jack nodded quickly, eyes slightly wide as he had expected North to shout at him as well. Glad North hadn't, he plucked up to courage to speak.

"I don't think he can control them anymore." Jack said, his words coming out softly.

North sighed, rubbing the side of his head as he tried to think. Jack watched nervously, wondering what the leader guardian's response would be. His grip on his staff grew tighter and tighter as the seconds passed. He didn't know how North would react. This was about the guy who tried to send the world into the second dark ages after all.

"Alright, let me see him." North said.

Bunny let out a noise of surprise and frustration. Jack, unsure what North's plan was, stayed by the door, his staff ready to move into attack mode if it was needed.

"Jack," North put his large hands on both of Jack's shoulders, kneeling down slightly so he could meet the boy's eyes, "I need to see his injures so can heal him. I will not harm him."

"You should," Bunnymund injected only to be nudged in the shoulder by Tooth. While she still seemed shock by all this and unsure about how sure felt about all this, she recognised that tone in North's point and decided to wait to hear his reasons later.

Jack shot a glare over North's shoulder at Bunny but focused back on North's glaze, looking him dead in the eye.

"You promise?" Jack asked.

North didn't glance away, didn't hesitate, as he nodded, "Promise."

Jack waited for a few seconds, as if North would change his mind during that time. When North didn't he moved out the way of the door, letting the guardian pass. Once North, and Phil, had entered the infirmary, Jack moved back in front of the door, closing it and blocking an angry Pooka from barging through wanting to give Pitch a piece of his mind.


North sighed as he heard the two start arguing again. He hoped Tooth and Sandy would be able to break it up before it got out of hand.

He approached the bed, Phil one step behind. When he got to the bed he stopped, unsure what to do. The reminder of this being the guy who brought nightmares to the children they protected still clouded his mind and he couldn't help but pause, wondering if he should be helping him.

North then remember his promise to Jack and that banished those thoughts from his mind. Even if the Russian man did not like the idea of helping the guardian's nemesis, Jack had wanted him to and that was what North intended to do.

He surveyed Pitch's injuries carefully and then ordered Phil to get the supplies that were needed. The yeti, one step ahead of North, was already brining the basket of bandages, IV bags and the medicines North needed.

North thanked him. First he got Pitch hooked up to the IV bags, injecting a little morphine in them. The first things he needed to do was get that massive wound on Pitch's stomach clean and stitched and then get Pitch's broken limbs straightened and casted so they would heal correctly. Somehow Pitch had broken his right arm and his leg left and from what North could guess, had ignored this and still tried to use them, making them worse than what they probably originally were. Also while checking for any other injuries he might have missed, North guessed Pitch had broken his ribs and all. He couldn't do too much about that so North focused on the other injuries instead. Every so often calling Phil over to help, North got to work.


The large injuries had been taken care of and North had moved on to the slightly less worrying ones when Pitch decided the morphine wasn't going to keep him knock out anymore. Not knowing where he was the now grey skinned teen shot up like a bullet. He then groaned as pain shot through him, making him regret his decision.

"Easy there, Pitch, you're alright." North said, gently placing a hand on Pitch's shoulder and pushing him back down on the bed.

Pitch blinked a couple times, taking a few minutes to gain back his awareness.

"Oh great, it's you." He growled as he spotted North.

"How are you feeling?" North asked, ignoring the sarcastic comment.

"Like a stampede of fearlings trampled over me, what do you think?" Pitch said. He tried to sit up again, slightly slower than last time but it still hurt and North was able to push him back down again.

"Careful, you've gain several injuries, broken ribs, broken arm, broken leg, several cuts that needed stitching." North listed as he nodded at Phil to give Pitch some more morphine to lessen the pain, "If Jack hadn't rescued you, doubt you would've survived."

Pitch stopped glaring, blinking in surprise.

"Jack...saved me?" He asked.

North nodded and the now teenager frowned. Not in anger this time but in confusion, "Why?"

"Don't know, should ask him," North replied, "All I know is if he didn't you would be dead. You should be thankful."

Pitch stayed silent as he laid back into the pillow, thinking. He then crossed his arms, winced when he tried to move the one in the cast, and just crossed one arm, scowling again.

"I suppose you're all having a huge laugh about how I can't control my own fearlings anymore." Pitch snarled, "And that I've now been subjected to...to this!"

He gestured at his new younger self before growling in frustration. North just watched him, waiting for him to calm down. While he still looked similar as before, he still had the same grey skin, the same gold eyes, the same jet black hair that stuck out like spikes and the same pointed teeth, his younger features and the fact he was now only slightly taller than Jack made him looked less intimating then he had before. Before the thought of an angry Pitch in his workshop would have made North panicked at what the man might do, even if it was an injured one but now North wasn't scared. He was more concerned about Pitch jostling his injures and accidentally opening the wounds he stitched up, if anything.

"Did fearlings do that to you?" North asked.

Pitch sighed, "I don't know. All I remember is shrinking and suddenly I'm this. Just glad I stopped shrinking then. I wouldn't know what I'll do if I suddenly turned into a child...or a baby." He shuddered.

North nodded, quietly thinking it over as he return to cleaning Pitch's cuts again. Pitch hissed and tried to pull away.

"Hold still," North said, "I need to clean these cuts or they'll get infected."

"You could have warned me before you did that!" Pitch cried, gold eyes shooting daggers at the man.

"Didn't think you would be such a wuss," North shot back.

Pitch glowered but allowed North to continue cleaning his cuts, biting his lip to stop from wincing again as he stubbornly tried to show North that he, the nightmare king, was not a wuss.

"All done," North said eventually, putting the cloth down on the side. Pitch inwardly sighed with relief but outside just scowled and shifted away from North in case the old man tried attacking him with anything else in that medical basket.

North got to his foot. He stared at Pitch, eyebrow quirked as he waited. Eventually Pitch realised what the man was after and scolwed even more.

"...Thank you," He said curtly.

North nodded and grinned, "Your welcome. Now get some rest!"

Instead of looking please at the prospect of being left alone at long last, a flash of fear cross Pitch's face. He hid it but North noticed and it made him pause.

"Not being funny," Pitch said gruffly, "But thanks to you guardians defeating me, my dreams are plagued with nightmares. And as you know nightmares created fearlings so..."

While North still sometimes did not get sarcasm after having Jack around for a couple months, he had learnt that sometimes with teenagers their words had a double meaning. Case in this point: I'm scared, I don't want to have nightmares.

Nodding, North asked Phil to fetch Sandy. A few minutes later the yeti returned followed by the gold man. North explained the situation as both Sandy and Pitch exchanged frowns.

Sandy didn't respond for a moment, eyeing Pitch cautiously but he then nodded at North. Before Pitch had time to react gold sand was thrown at his face, knocking him out.

"Thank you Sandy," North said. The gold short man nodded, "Now have the others calm down yet?"

Sandy understood immediately that by others, North meant Jack and Bunny. He held up a thumbs up.

When he, North and Phil left the infirmary they found the other guardians sitting in one of the sitting rooms. Bunny was sitting by the fireplace, cleaning his boomerangs, seemingly no longer angry, at least not at the moment. Tooth and her fairies were crowing over Jack who was perched on top of one of the armchairs.

"Tooth I'm fine!" Jack cried.

"Jack, one of the fearlings stomped on your hand!" Tooth cried as she tried to reach said hand.

"So?" Jack said, keeping his hand out of Tooth's reach.

"So let me see! You might have broken it!" Tooth scolded, as she grabbed Jack's arm. Baby Tooth flew out the group of her fellow tooth fairies and started chirping agitatedly, seemingly to be telling Jack off. Jack frowned at the little fairy but the fairy simply returned it. Eventually Jack sighed and let Tooth look at his hand, trying to ignore the happy chrip Baby Tooth made as she rested on his shoulder.

"It's fine," Jack said as Tooth examine the hand.

"I think it's broken." Tooth said. "I don't even know how you managed to hold your staff in both hands. Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"It's not broken-"

"Jack," Tooth warned. It was the same tone Jamie's mother would use when she wanted her son to tell her the truth.

"Okay fine, it's broken." Jack sighed, rolling his eyes, "But honestly I forgot about it."

He let Tooth tell him off for being so careless and not telling them even if he did, as he said, just forgot, before allowing her to fuss over her hand like a worried mother.

"Bunny, if you promise to not go kill Pitch can you go and see if North doesn't mind us borrowing some bandages...oh hey North you're already here." Tooth said as she glanced up.

Immediately Jack leapt of the chair to his feet. Tooth floated down next to him, worried about his injured hand but Jack ignore her, staring at North. Over by the fireplace Bunny stood up also.

"Is he alright?" Jack asked.

North held up his hand and, after quietly asking Phil to get some bandages – who grumbled as he thought he would at last get a few minutes break – answered Jack's questioned, "He's fine. Currently sleeping thanks to Sandy."

Jack sighed with relief and smiled at North.

"I still don't get why we're helping him." Bunny grumbled.

"Shut it Kangaroo."

Bunny's paw balled up into a fist but Tooth flew in between them before they both started fighting, "Alright you two, enough."

Bunny grumbled some more and crossed his arms while Jack responded with a jokey 'yes, mam' that made Tooth roll her eyes and smile. Phil return and gave the bandages to Tooth, quickly hurrying off before he was roped into more work. Tooth started bandaging Jack's hand despite his protests.

"Did you find out why he's now a teenager?" Jack asked. Tooth looked up at North in question, Sandy stopped smirking at how much Tooth was acting like she was Jack's mother and glanced up at North too and even Bunnymund looked half interested.

"I'm not sure. I think it's the same as when Bunny started to lose hope. Bunny became a weeny bunny and Pitch became a teenager."

Bunny blushed under his fur as he remember when he become a tiny cute fluffy little bunny and Jack tried not to smirk as he remember, which was easy as he became confused.

"So Pitch is starting to lose fear...? No that can't be right...wha...?" Jack spluttered. Voicing his confusion seemed to make him even more confused.

"You're on the right track. I don't think its because Pitch has lost fear himself...perhaps its because he's more afaird and is losing control over his own fearlings." North suggested.

"So...if he stops being scared and regains his control over the fearlings will he go back to his normal self?" Jack asked. When Bunny had started to regain his hope he had eventually turned back into a fully grown Pooka.

"I don't know," North answered.


It wasn't long before both Tooth and Sandy had flew off, having to go back to their respective jobs. Tooth had started working out on the field more often then she did, after when the fairies had been missing and she and the other guardians had to collect the children's teeth themselves she had realised how much she missed seeing the sleeping children. She still sometimes had to work back at her palace as her fairies still needed her to give them directions. Sandy had also been working harder than before, wanting to give children pleasant dreams after those nights were he had been gone.

Bunny went next; having to make sure everything in his warren was still under control. North had told them before they left that they would rearrange the meeting, that they were supposed to have before they got caught up in events, at another time.

Assuming Jack would leave as well North decided he would check on Pitch before going up to his office and continue on those new set of toys he had started to work on.

"North?"

North turned around to find Jack still there, hovering in the air. Jack dithered nervously, wanting to ask something but seemed on the verge of changing his mind.

"I...I wanted to know...can I stay here tonight?" Jack asked before he did change his mind.

He wasn't sure why. He guessed when he saw Pitch wounded earlier it had scared him and he wanted to make sure the bogeyman was alright. Plus after today Jack was exhausted and he didn't really feel up to flying over the world to find somewhere to sleep. His lake was an option but as Burgess was getting warmer, it wasn't exactly the best place for the winter spirit.

"Of course, Jack. You're welcome to stay as long as you like!" North said with a smile.

Jack grinned and thank him before flying off to his room, already knowing which one it was seeing as North had shown him many times when he had tried to get him to stay before.

North smile faded and he sighed and scratched behind his ear. Well at least Jack was choosing to stay now, even if the reasons wasn't what North had expected.


Sorry if it wasn't as good as the last chapter ^^;