How To Chase Away The Boogeyman

A/N: Well, hello again. I wasn't anticipating being here again, but taking into consideration the lovely feedback I got, and a few requests for a sequel chapter, I decided 'why the hell not'. So, here you are, a combination of a few 'I'd love to see Pitch's reaction's and one 'repeat scene but with Jamie/Sophie' requests.

You're all lucky I'm on a huge inspiration boost for this film (went to see it again yesterday, hurrah~!) so I can type out ideas pretty easily. It's also a bit longer, yay! Hope you guys like this one as much as you enjoyed the last one.

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Jack was doing a night-time round of Burgess, freezing up the water that had melted over the course of the day, covering the town in another fresh coat of snow, when his eye caught an unusual shadow moving across the streets below.

He swooped down lower, looking at where the shadow had disappeared. He saw it again out of the corner of his eye, and darted towards it. The shadow that fell over the side of a nearby house morphed slightly, part of it seeming to split and jump into a window. Jack recognised the house as that of the Bennetts' and was immediately up at the window.

It wasn't Jamie's room – peering inside, Jack could see a little bundle of blankets that had to be Sophie. A shadow moved again, and a tiny whimper was heard from under the bundle as it curled up tighter. Jack climbed in carefully through the window, and the noise made the young girl gasp and look up sharply, though her face lit up when she saw the white-haired Guardian.

"Jack! Jack!" she called, reaching out her arms to him.

"Hey, Soph." He murmured, crossing the room and bending down to take her into his arms. She held on tight to his neck and tried to hide her face in his chest. "What's up?"

"Scary." Sophie whimpered, pointing back at her bed.

"Something scary, huh?" Jack leant over to place Sophie back on her bed, carefully prying her arms off his neck. She whined in protest, but he managed, and knelt down to be at eye level with her. "Want me to chase it off?"

Sophie nodded, the one big eye that wasn't covered by her hair blinking at him before she once again pulled her blankets tightly around her. Jack sent her a grin and lowered himself down until he could see under the bed. Through the darkness, he saw familiar golden eyes, narrowed as if glaring at him.

"Back to lurking under beds, huh?" Jack mused quietly, and heard Pitch growl lowly in response. Jack's eyes flickered up to where Sophie was gazing down at him expectantly, before looking back to Pitch with the beginnings of a smirk. "You know, I remember how I used to get rid of you."

Jack grinned and Pitch's eyes only narrowed even more, almost seeming to say 'don't you dare'. Of course, Jack being Jack, dare he did, pulling the same face at Pitch as he had with his sister all those hundreds of years ago. Pitch's lip curled in a disdainful snarl, and the space under the bed seemed to get even darker, to the point the only thing visible through it was his glowing eyes, filled with deep annoyance. Jack knew that since his defeat, Pitch was once again reduced to moving shadows and creaking floorboards, so the winter Guardian was taking away one of his few victories.

"Go and find another bed to hide under." He muttered lowly, gripping tighter to his staff in a warning gesture. Pitch blinked slowly at him, before the darkness melted away with a quiet growl of irritation and the shadow under the bed was nothing more than a normal shadow.

Jack stood up, smiling at Sophie, who was now giggling happily.

"Come on then, to bed." He got her to settle back, and pulled her covers up to her chin, and smiled when she mumbled a tired goodnight to him. "Sweet dreams, Soph."

As he jumped nimbly out onto the windowsill, Jack caught the stream of dreamsand flowing down into Sophie's window.

"On time as always, Sandy." He chuckled, before calling up the wind and setting off to continue spreading winter.

Who knew, maybe he'd make tomorrow a snow day...

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A/N: Well, I hope this was as good as what those of you who requested it expected... I tried to blend in the different versions people suggested.

It took me a little while to get this one little section of this right: '"Back to lurking under beds, huh?" Jack mused quietly, and heard Pitch growl lowly in response. Jack's eyes flickered up to where Sophie was gazing down at him expectantly, before looking back to Pitch with the beginnings of a smirk.'

I think that, despite them obviously knowing he's got megalomanic, overboard tendencies, and needs to be kept under control, the Guardians would all feel at least a little sympathy/pity for Pitch after his defeat, most of all Jack. If you look at their expressions when Pitch is walked through by a child at the end, I think you can see it – because they all know how horrible it is to be walked through and be invisible. So, I don't like thinking of Jack mocking Pitch for being weakened or barely believed in. It seems cruel to me, and Jack is not cruel. I had a bit of trouble making that flow right without him just smirking at Pitch outright, but I got there eventually.

Yes, you will be getting lengthy headcanons after every story I publish, because at the moment I'm writing around and figuring out these characters. Have fun with those xD But it's nice to know people's opinions of them, so I know if I'm doing it right.

I must thank all the absolutely amazing people who reviewed last chapter: SaiyanEpicness, The Mutt Prince, RandomKrazyPerson, Reid Phantom, anon Nique17, blackkyu, 132, Torsamors, anon Guest, anon Adelle and Alana-kittychan. Your feedback was much appreciated, so thanks many times over. Also to all the people who favourite and followed (for whatever reason xD) this story :3

Uhh... yep, that's about all for now. So, ciao guys!