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(At Jamie's house)

Darkness sat on the porch steps, he stared up at the sliver of moon that could be seen amongst the thickening clouds. He sighed, "Look I know I'm not the purest of souls, hell I'm not even sure you can consider the blackness in me a soul. But…I promise I don't mean your family any harm." silver flames flickered in the night.

"What Silver Eyes doing?"

Darkness glanced up to see a white wolf trotting into the yard, "Just talking to Chand. Thought it would be a good idea to let him know I'm here."

Cazador sat on his haunches and cocked his head, "Why?"

"Well, considering I basically murdered millions of people and thousands of spirits. Tormented his son for centuries and kidnapped his other children. I figured he'll kill me when he comes down in a few days if I didn't try to talk him before hand."

"Silver Eyes not bad."

Darkness looked at him in surprise, "Come again?"

"Master made Silver Eyes into bad spirit." The boy spoke as he shifted to his human form and sat beside the puppet, "Silver Eyes no had choice."

"But I did have a choice Cazador." Darkness hung his head, "I wanted people to suffer, to suffer like I had. To feel the sheer hopelessness of being at someone else's mercy."

Cazador watched the spirit place his head into his hands, "Maybe so." The boy shrugged, "But what Silver Eyes doing now?"

"What?" silver flames flickered as he glanced at the grinning teen

"Silver Eyes try to change. Silver Eyes save Small Boy from Large Man. Silver Eyes save Boy with Stick from Flame Spirits." Cazador grinned, "Silver Eyes even save Cazador."

Darkness grinned, "I only did that because I didn't want Jamie to lose his dog."

Cazador growled slightly, though it wasn't in anger, "Cazador no dog."

"I was joking Cazador." Darkness laughed, he sighed, "I am trying change. I'm just not sure if it will be enough to make up for everything I've done."

"Tribe Elder say, 'Today ends, tomorrow begins. It no can go other way.'" Cazador smiled at Darkness's look of confusion, "Him mean no can change way things are."

"Then why didn't he just say that?" Darkness smiled

Cazador laughed, "Tribe Elder not all there. Him kicked in head by Fur Beast."

Darkness glanced at Cazador to see if the boy was joking, he shook his head when he saw that the boy wasn't, "Sounds like an interesting person."

Cazador bobbed his head, "Oh yes, Tribe Elder was great story weaver."

"I bet." Darkness laughed

"Just like Tribe Elder say, Silver Eyes need let go of YesterMoon." Cazador smiled, "Start new, like Cazador."

Darkness grinned, "Thanks Cazador, I needed that." He glanced at the moon that was covered now by the clouds, "And perhaps by keeping safe the very ones I have tried to kill I can begin to atone for my sins."

Cazador smiled, "Cazador happy help." The boy brightened, "Silver Eyes want play Brothers of Smash?"

Darkness glanced at him, "Everyone is asleep Cazador…"

"We turn sound off." The boy pleaded

"Fine." Darkness grinned, "But if I win you have to distract Sophie so she leaves me alone tomorrow."

Cazador cocked his head, he nodded, "Ok, if Silver Eyes win Cazador watch Small Girl tomorrow." The boy grinned, "But if Cazador win Silver Eyes must watch Cazador's favorite movie."

"Agreed." The puppet nodded as they started into the house, "Though I still don't know exactly how good a movie called Homeward Bound could be."

(At the Pole)

Golden eyes shot open, Pitch immediately sat up in the chair he had nodded off in. He checked the winter spirit that was still asleep. He smiled, his brother looked much better. The frost had rescinded and taken the bruises with it. However the blackened bruise had not disappeared from the boy's pale chest. Pitch carefully placed his hand to Jack's chest, he could feel an intense heat from the bruise, he started when the teen stirred, "Hey Jack, how you feeling?"

"I'm a little thirsty." The winter spirit coughed slightly, cringing as the action caused his chest to hurt

"Here," Pitch reached and grabbed a glass from the nightstand

Jack took it from him, the winter spirit drank the desired liquid with gusto. The muscles in his throat constricting rapidly as he downed the entire thing in a single gulp.

Pitch watched him in concern, "Jack, are you ok?"

"I was just 'really' thirsty." The teen grinned and handed Pitch back the empty glass.

"I wonder if this has something to do with the burn Ragnarök mentioned?" Pitch thought as he set the glass down. He had noticed how much water the boy had been craving lately, to the point where he had drank almost four pitchers of water just the other day alone. To Jack he simply smiled, "I can see that."

Jack sighed, he pulled himself up to a sitting position and scooted back against the headboard, "Can I try to fix my staff some more?"

Pitch sighed, he had placed the winter spirit's broken staff out in the snow. Over the course of the week whenever Jack felt like it Pitch would bring the pieces to him and the winter spirit would attempt to mend the broken relic. It was slow going, so far the boy had only the energy to fix about three fourths of his beloved staff.

"It's really late Jack..." he sighed when blue eyes widened into the 'look' "Fine." The man started to leave

Jack smiled, "Can I go with you this time?" he continued when Pitch glanced back at him, the clear 'no' expression etched on his face "Come on Pitch, if I have to stare at these walls for one more second I think I'm going to go insane!" the winter spirit waved his arms above his head.

"Fine." Pitch sighed

The teen fist pumped, "Sweet!" he cringed slightly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Pitch narrowed his eyes at the healing gashes that could still be seen around his sibling's ankles and legs where Bones had wrapped the barbed wire. "Now are you sure you feel up to this?"

Blue eyes rolled, "Pitch, I've got to fix my staff."

"I understand Jack. I just don't want you to push yourself." Pitch smiled as he helped Jack stand and walk into the hall.

"I won't Pitch." Jack smirked suddenly, "Hey did you hide those pictures you took of Darkness yesterday?"

Pitch chuckled, "Of course, they are prime blackmail material."

"So how angry was Darkness about those pictures?" Jack smirked suddenly as he leaned on his brother slightly as they walked

Pitch laughed, "He threatened to tear my eyes out in my sleep."

Jack laughed, "I'm surprised he let Sophie put the dress on him in the first place."

The Nightmare King chuckled, "Darkness really didn't have a choice in the matter. As a puppet he's basically defenseless."

Jack shook his head as his brother laughed, "You are enjoying his predicament way too much."

"Of course I am." Pitch grinned as he pushed the door to the outside open

The winter spirit immediately inhaled the freezing night air, "I have soooo missed this!"

Pitch startled when Jack rushed forward and dove head first into the foot of snow, he rolled his eyes, "Seriously Jack?"

Jack popped his head up out of the snow, reminding Pitch of a meerkat, "What? You're just mad old man because you have no idea how to have any fun."

Golden eyes rolled, "Jack it's late…"

"Oh fine." Jack stopped rolling in powder.

Pitch watched his brother's demeanor shift to sadness as the winter spirit walked over to the pile of snow that held his staff. The Nightmare King winced at the fear of failure rippling from the teen as he dug the broken pieces out.

"Moon, Bones did a number on it didn't he Pitch?" the winter spirit whimpered as he picked up two charred pieces of his beloved relic

"He did, but you can fix it Jack." Pitch knelt beside his brother, placing his hand on the teen's shoulder

The winter spirit closed his eyes, his hands trembling as he laid all the pieces out. The teen picked up the piece he had been working on and another broken piece. He took a breath and concentrated on the task at hand.

Pitch watched as the cracks in the staff began to shine bright blue, he frowned when the teen began to shake violently. "Ok Jack that's enough, you can try again tomorrow."

"N..no..no." Jack shook his head, his face scrunching in pain as he continued trying to get the two pieces to stay together.

"Jack enough…" Pitch started to grab the staff when he caught sight of a trickle of crimson running from the corner of the teen's mouth

"I can do this Pitch!" Jack screamed as a sudden surge of power flowed through him

Pitch was knocked back by the explosion of energy, "Jack are you all right!" he got up and knelt beside his brother that was laying curled on his side

"I…m fine." The boy shook his head, "Where did that come from?"

"Ragnarök…"

"Who?" Jack grimaced as he sat up

"He's a…" Pitch was interrupted by a sudden whoop from Jack

"Look it's fixed!" the winter spirit held his half fixed staff with trembling hands, "Pitch…it's almost completely fixed."

"Thanks Ragnarök." Pitch sent a silent thank you to the spirit he knew had given Jack the burst of power, "I see that Jack."

The winter spirit quickly covered the staff and the few remaining pieces in the snow. Jack winced as he stood on shaky limbs, "Can I go see Jamie tomorrow?"

Pitch thought for moment, it would be good for the teen to get out of the Pole. He nodded, "Sure." He laughed when Jack fist pumped.

"Maybe Sam will want to go too." The winter spirit grew excited at the thought

Pitch frowned slightly as he thought about the poor teen. Sam had recovered faster than Jack, and had been allowed to get up and about sooner.

The teen preferred however to stay hidden in the infirmary room, avoiding all others except for Jack, Patrick and himself. Pitch sighed, he had known that it would hard to help the teen but he was becoming more and more concerned about the spirit each day. The people the teen trusted could literally be counted on one hand.

Pitch was jerked from his thought as a scream filled the air, the Nightmare King nearly fell as not one but two spikes of fear slammed into him.

"Pitch was that a scream?" Jack glanced down the hall where the sound had come from

"Yes, it sounded like Patrick." Pitch gasped a bit as he grabbed the wall to keep from falling, he gathered himself and rushed forward. He burst into the room, "Patrick are yo…" he stopped short at the sight before him

The Leprechaun was up against the far wall, his face full of fear. He was pointing a shaking finger at something on the floor. "There it is Pitch! Get it!"

Pitch followed his friends pointing, there on the hardwood floor a coal black kitten was puffed up trying to make itself as big as possible. Tiny little spiting sounds emitted from it, followed by the lashing of its puffy tail. "It's a kitten Patrick." He rolled his eyes as the kitten turned and fled under the nightstand

Patrick glared at him, "It's a cat! And it was in my lap."

Jack sighed and got on his hands and knees while Pitch was trying get his friend to calm down, "Hey there little fellow, how'd you get in here." The winter spirit spoke gently as he felt around under the nightstand. "It's ok little guy I'm not going to hurt you." he pulled the kitten out, holding it under its tiny armpits. "Wait...a minute." Blue eyes stared into the kitten's bright crimson ones, "Sam?"

Cliff! Please review and let me know what you thought. I love hearing from you guys. Oh my friend has finished Sam! (Yeah!) Check out my devientart page (search frostofsummer) to see him. (colored ones have bio) Please let me know what you think if the picture (my friend draws for cookies and comments) Till Next Time