Hello my friends, thank you for all the reviews ;) I am glad you guys are enjoying the stories. I am so excited about the upcoming installment, my brother and I have talked nonstop since ending Recovery about how to start it off, and trust me we plan to start it, how would North put it…Epically! Until then, enjoy the conclusion of the two part.

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(Sandman)

"So how long do we do this?" Jack whispered as he glanced at the still Guardian

Sandman sighed, he glanced at Jack then he closed his eyes again and exhaled

"Fine." the winter spirit exhaled sharply as he closed his eyes again.

It was the day after the Guardian's plan to help him; the first one up was his eldest brother Sandman. Jack had been taken by sand plane to the Guardians sand palace. After the initial running and exploring, much to Sandman's dismay, he had finally calmed down enough for Sandy to lead him into a room for his treatment. Which Jack soon found to be the most boring thing in the world, as he sat cross-legged on the soft mat. They had been meditating for what seemed like hours.

"Hey Sandy, is everything made of sand here?"

Silence

"Cause that'd be pretty weird to take a sand shower."

Silence

"I mean it'd be all scratchy and stuff."

Silence

Jack frowned, he was trying really but all this waiting was driving him crazy. If only he had his power, he laughed at the thought of how cool it would be to freeze the sand creatures that roamed the palace. "Sandy, did you create those things?"

Silence

"Can we…" Jack yelped as a band of golden sand covered his mouth silencing him. He huffed and crossed his arms, "This has got to be the worst idea ever." the winter spirit sighed as he was forced to remain silent and endure the rest of the meditation.

(Bunny)

"Nope, this one has to be the worst." Jack thought the next day as the Guardian of Hope helped him put on the ice blue boxing gloves.

"Now like I was saying Frostbite," the pooka said as he placed a matching helmet on the winter spirit, "Sandman's idea of you needing to find peace was good and all."

"Completely boring if you ask me."

"But what you really need is to get your heart pumping, wake those powers back up."

"I don't know Bunny, I've never really had that much experience in fighting hand to hand…" he startled when Bunny placed a mouth guard into his mouth

"Well mate, now's the time to learn."

"Is the mowth priece nowcessary?" his words were gargled

"Tooth would kill me if anything happened to those teeth of yours." he smirked, "Egg Golems aren't known for pulling their punches

Jack looked at him in surprise, "Wait what do you mean…" he was knocked back as what felt like a rock wall slammed into him

"Come on Jack, put those hands up!"

Stars danced in front of his eyes as he got to his feet, he staggered slightly then his eyes widened as the golem in front of him ran at him. He had just enough time to duck under its swing; he felt the rock scrape slightly against his hair. "Bunny it's going to kill me!" he managed to jump to the side seconds before it smashed into him

"Nonsense Frostbite, I spar with them all the time." Bunnymund smirked, "And the worst that happened so far was a broken jaw after one got a lucky hit on me."

Jack sighed, "I think I'd rather be mediating." he thought as the golem's fist connected with his stomach sending him flying across the Warren. "I'd kick this guy into rubble if I had my powers." the winter spirit thought angrily as he got to his feet.

"Jack you need to pay attention" Bunny yelled at him, obviously enjoying every minute of the fight

"I am so going to make him pay for this…" the winter spirit thought as he jumped over the rushing sentry

(Tooth)

"I can't move Tooth." the winter spirit cringed as he lay on the bed at the Tooth Palace, "After Bunny's idea yesterday my muscles feel like jello, and I'm bruised all over. Even my bruises have bruises."

The fairy smiled as she flitted around the room, "That's ok Jack, my idea actually will work for that too."

He raised an eyebrow, "And exactly what is it?"

"Acupuncture." she spoke with excitement as she pulled a case from the top shelf

"Acu…what?" the winter spirit looked at her in confusion as she flitted over, "I've never heard of it."

"Well, the belief is that all bodies have a flow of energy." she spoke as she placed the case on the nightstand

Jack startled as a swarm of fairies pulled his hoodie over his head, "Ummm, why did they just take off my shirt?"

Tooth continued oblivious to his unease, "I bet your energies have been knotted up due to all the trauma you've been through lately."

"Ok, so how does this work exactly…" he asked as she rummaged in the case

"Well, we target the pressure points and get the flow going again."

"And how exactly do you do that?"

"Just relax Jack; I do this all the time."

Blue eyes widened as she turned, a needle in her hand, "Ummm Tooth, why do you have…" he yelped as she gently placed it into his shoulder, "What are you doing?!"

Tooth smiled, " Acupuncture, now just hold still." she hummed as she placed another into his arm

"Nope, I'd fight a rock golem while mediating before doing this again." the winter spirit cringed as he allowed Tooth to continue, not wanting to hurt her feelings by telling her to stop.

(North)

The next day Jack followed the Russian apprehensively through the workshop, after the other Guardians 'help' he wasn't sure what to expect.

"Here we are Jack." the man spoke happily as he turned into a room

Blue eyes glanced around the room, half expecting to be tackled by polar bears the moment he walked in. Instead he was surprised to find that entire room was full of candies from around the world. He looked at North with confusion.

North laughed, "I am firm believer that candy fixes everything Jack."

"So…no wrestling with polar bears? No trying to run me through with a sword?"

North raised an eyebrow, "Only if you think that would help better…"

"No, no." Jack spoke quickly, "Your idea seems to be a legit way to cure me."

"That is good because the polar bears are hibernating and my swords are all being sharpened." the spirit laughed as he grabbed a container from one of the shelves, "Here we go, Monoko candy."

Jack took the candy wrapped in blue foil, he carefully opened it, "You sure about this North? I haven't really gotten to eat that many sweets…"

The man gasped, "Not eaten sweets? Dear boy you have missed out on so much." he smiled, "Go ahead Jack."

The boy smiled as he tossed the candy into his mouth, blue eyes widened at the flavor. "That is amazing North!"

North was about to respond when a yeti walked up yelling in its language about something. North sighed, "Hang on a second Jack I'll be back, seems one of the elves got stuck in toy maker, again."

Jack wasn't listening, his eyes on the shelves of candy before him. "I'm sure another wouldn't hurt…"

A few minutes later North returned to find a very sick Jack Frost laying curled in a ball amidst thousands of candy wrappers. "Jack!" he knelt beside the groaning winter spirit

"So worth it…" the spirit spoke as he clutched his stomach

"You ate entire room…" North was horrified and impressed at the same time. He carefully picked up the poor boy and walked down the hall.

"I think I'm going to be sick…" was Jack's thought as North laid him in his bed.

(Pitch)

"So what's your plan?" Jack asked as he followed Pitch through the forest the next night, "Have me fight shadow demons, stick me in a sand pit?"

Pitch chuckled, "As much fun as that would be I highly doubt that would work."

"So…what exactly are we doing?"

Pitch stopped as they came to a cliff overlooking a town below, he sighed as he sat on the edge his feet hanging in midair, "Have a seat."

Jack sat down, waiting for Pitch to push him off, or something else crazy, "Ok now what?"

"We talk."

Jack startled at the seriousness in his brother's voice

"Darkness was right in a sense, when you hold something inside it will begin to destroy you. I should know this more than anyone." golden eyes stared at the rising moon

"So you think that if I share my feelings everything will be fine." Jack spoke a bit more angrily than he intended

"No it won't change anything that has happened, but it will take some of the burden away."

Jack sighed, "Fine," he glanced at Pitch, "I'll talk if you will."

Pitch nodded, "A question for a question?"

The winter spirit nodded, "And you have to answer honestly no matter what."

The Nightmare King hesitated, "Deal, I'll ask first."

Jack nodded, "Ok."

"Why did you help the Guardians after they had rejected you?"

Blue eyes stared at the moon, "I…I didn't do it for them."

Pitch could hear shame in his brother's voice; he waited patiently for him to continue

"After three hundred years of isolation they had given me a glimmer of hope. A taste of family and then in a moment they took it away again." he was speaking quickly now, "They abandoned me again, they didn't even give me a chance to explain myself to them…" the winter spirit spoke quietly, "I came back not for them, I did it to help the children; I did it to prove to myself that I didn't die for nothing. I did it in hopes that I wouldn't have to live alone anymore." tears began to fall as he hung his head

"And did you accomplish what you set out to do?"

Jack looked at him surprised; "I…guess I did." he smiled as he wiped the tears from his face

Pitch smiled at him, "Jack you are a special soul. You forgave the Guardians even though they left you alone in this world for centuries. You single handily saved their sorry asses from fading into obscurity," Pitch smirked, "Not a bad way to begin your life as a Guardian."

Jack had to smile, "Yeah, not too shabby huh." he glanced at Pitch, "Did I answer your question?"

Pitch nodded, "Your turn."

"Why?"

"Why…" Pitch raised an eyebrow

"Why did you attack the Guardians after all that time?" Jack continued as Pitch started to speak, "And don't give me that BS of how you just wanted believers Pitch, I sensed then that there was something else that was driving you."

Golden eyes stared at the moon, of all the questions his brother could have asked him…

"I mean, you had it made living with Patrick and Iris. Patrick even said you were beginning to find your place in this world." Jack looked at Pitch, "What was it that made …"

"It was you."

"Me?" the winter spirit looked at him confused, "I never met you Pitch."

"Not as a spirit Jack," Pitch sighed, "When you were human."

"What…"

"The day you died I was there." Pitch stared blankly ahead, his mind filling the memory, "I could sense the fear Jack, your fear for your sister. I was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. I watched as you chased her fear away with your laugh, while your own fear filled the air."

Jack sat in complete silence, his heart racing

"When you saved her I rejoiced, here was another brother that wanted nothing more than to protect his sister." his voice became quiet, "Then I noticed the ice cracking under you. I rushed forward, hoping to save you as well."

"But I never saw…"

"No, you didn't see me." tears began to fall from golden eyes, "You slipped right through my hands because you didn't believe in me. I watched you sink into the cold black water. I jumped in after you, but my hands passed right through you each time I reached for you. My last bit of sanity broke as I watched your eyes close in death, as your heart stopped."

"Pitch…"

"No, you have to know this." Pitch spoke quickly, "I vowed then that I would be believed in no matter the cost. I would not have another child pass through me as if I didn't exist." Pitch hung his head, "I am ashamed of my actions Jack, I never should have done what I did."

"So all that time you knew who I was?"

Pitch shook his head, "I didn't stray from my labyrinth all those years, so the only things I heard of you were whispers from my shadows." he glanced at him, "It wasn't until I watched your memories did I realize who you were."

"I had no idea…" Jack stared at him, "I am so sorry Pitch."

"You're sorry?" Pitch stared at him, "I'm the one who failed you Jack."

"But I caused you to att…"

"No," Pitch spoke sternly, "You are to never blame yourself for my actions Jack."

An awkward silence filled the air as the two brothers sat staring at the star filled sky

Jack glanced at Pitch, "You know, I think this helped."

"Yeah, it went over well like a lead balloon."

Jack laughed, "I really need to write that one down." his face turned serious, "I mean it Pitch. It felt good to tell you about why I helped the Guardians out, I have held in how hurt I was at them for a long time." he smiled, "It felt good to finally let it out."

Pitch smiled, "See, I do know what I'm talking about."

"Do you feel any better?"

Golden eyes stared ahead for a second, "You know, I actually do."

"Good." Jack smiled, then he frowned, "Though I still can't feel my power…"

"Perhaps your body used all of its energy to keep you alive while you were in the desert. If it hadn't you would have died after the first couple of hours."Pitch rose to his feet suddenly, "That's it; you just need to restore your bodies energy."

Jack laughed, "Already tried, ate all of North's candy room."

Pitch laughed, "Come on." and before Jack could protest he fell through the shadows as his brother dragged him with him.

(With Jack)

Blue eyes widened as he emerged from the shadows. Pitch had dragged him to Antarctica, amazingly the spire they had created still stood.

"We really do create something powerful when we work together." the winter spirit spoke softly as he stared at the spire stretching towards the heavens.

Pitch closed his eyes as the snow swirled around them, "That we do Jack," he glanced at his younger brother

Jack smirked, "I wonder how Death likes her prison."

"I'm hoping she's 'enjoying' it as much as I 'enjoyed' hers."

"That reminds me Pitch."

"Damn." Pitch kicked himself mentally

"Just how much pain are you in Pitch?" blue stared at him, "And don't you dare tell me your not."

Pitch sighed, "Some days are better than others Jack, my back is littered with scars from my time with Death." his voice became whispered, "The worst are her words…"

"Words?"

"You must not breath a word to anyone Jack, there are very few who have seen."

Jack was startled at the sheer amount of shame in his brother's voice, "I swear Pitch." blue eyes watched curiously as Pitch removed his shirt. He gasped at the thousands of lines of scars that ran along his brothers back, "Death did all of these!"

"Not all…some are from my time as a human." he smirked, "The village leader and I didn't get along that well."

Blue eyes scanned his brothers back, his heart clenching at every line. He grimaced at the large fresh scar in the middle of his back where the scorpion had impelled him. His heart almost stopped as he noticed for the first time the mass of scars that scrawled across the length of his brother's shoulder blades. "Oh Pitch…" his eyes filled with tears at the sight of the jagged scars, 'Property of Death'

Pitch sighed, "I suppose those are the ones that cause the most pain Jack. There are days when it seems as if they were freshly placed, even though they were the first."

"I had no idea Pitch," he stepped back, "Is that what she did to you that night I saw in your memory?"

"It was my first taste of what my life was going to be like," he spoke as he replaced his shirt, "She made sure that my first night with her was as 'fun' as she could make it." he grimaced at the memory

Jack shuddered, he knew exactly what Death's idea of 'fun' was, "And no one came to rescue you?"

Golden eyes fell, "No, I guess that's another thing we have in common Jack. We were both abandoned and left to be caged in our own prison."

Jack shook his head, "And yet look how we turned out." he smiled suddenly at Pitch, "I mean, we're both Guardians. We both have a family now and we're not alone anymore."

Pitch smiled at him, "Took me just a bit longer to find my way though."

Jack smirked, "That's just because you're old and don't know how to have any fun."

"Oh really?"

Jack watched as Pitch sank into the snow's shadows, "No fair Pitch!" he laughed as he sidestepped as a snowball flew by him

"Someone's just being a spoil sport." Pitch's laugh echoed through the air

"Just you wait Pitch." Jack smiled as he scooped up a ball of snow, he turned and flung it at the shadows smiling as he heard an "ummph".

Pitch emerged, snow on his face, "Ok, so you hit me." he smirked, "Round two?"

"If you think you can handle it?"

Pitch smiled as he grabbed another handful of snow, "Bring it Jack."

(Later that night)

The winter spirit smiled as he got into his bed, he felt amazing. Jack smirked, even without his power; he was still an excellent throw. Pitch was considerate and didn't use the shadows…much. They had 'battled' for hours; finally they called it a draw and had headed back to Iris's. Jack laid his head on his pillow, his eyes closing as sleep began to overtake him.

The room filled with moonlight as Chand checked in on his son, the moon brightened as a small layer of frost crept across the winter spirit's covers. Chand knew then that everything would be fine, though all his Guardians would argue that they were the ones that helped Jack recover he knew that Pitch was the one that had finally helped his brother break the barrier that had held his power at bay.

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