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Recap –

"SHUT UP!" The fairies stopped. Their fear still flooded the room, oh the sweet, sweet fear of the little fairies. They'll be gone soon, that's for sure.

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

Jack wondered why the horses looked so familiar.

He was very sure that today was the first time he had seen the beasts, but they struck a chord in his soul, screaming at him to remember the first, real time he had seen the stallions. He has seen Sandy's creations, the dreams that he gave to the children of the world. Maybe on one of the time he spied on Pitch he saw a nightmare, he had been there to see what he did with ream sand, but didn't fully recognise it until now.

The 'pull' was feeling strong again, stronger than before, but Jack couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad one. How was he supposed to know? There wasn't a spirit that welcomed other spirit to the spirit life and told them what their purpose was, it took him two years of Apple and April having a go at him for being at the wrong place at the wrong time until him, not fully, understood what was going on. He doesn't even now, after 300 years. No matter what he does, there's always this feeling that he should be doing something else.

Maybe that was being a Guardian.

After falling the nightmare for a while, Jack manage to hit it with some ice. By the time he had caught up with it, it was stuck to the ground, and Sandy and the other nightmare wasn't in sight. Jack prodded the nightmare with his staff, carefully, making sure it was dead; it wouldn't do if he turned his back and it attacked him.

"I thought you said that you weren't friends with them." Jack jumped in mid-air, spinning while his did, then smiled.

"I think you are the first person who has scared me like that. Not many can sneak up on me." Pitch looked over to see his nightmare, frozen. His face looked surprised. Clearly he hadn't thought of that, thought Jack.

"Yes, well. You were clearly busy. You know, if you accepted the Guardians offer, it would have killed you, you need followers to survive." Pitch looked pleased at himself for saying this fact, he obviously wanted to separate Jack from the Guardians; he was too much of a wild card.

"Wrong, seasonal sprits don't need followers, not matter what happens to them. While it would make them stronger, seasonal fading mean what would happen when Old Man Winter faded – hi Sandy!"

Pitch looked next to him to see the Sandman looking up at him angrily. Pitch smiled, so alike to Jack's, yet not.

"Ah, just the spirit I was looking for."

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

Jack PoV

The rest was a blur for Jack.

Sandy and Pitch were fighting, but there something familiar about them, about this whole Pitch thing anyway. This was the longest he had seen Pitch in one place, longer than at the Tooth Palace. The two spirit's sand was mixing and it was hard to tell which sand belonged to whom. Though it was obvious to see that Sandy was winning.

Jack's head began to throb, painfully. But he blamed the long day and no sleep on it. While spirits didn't need as much sleep as humans, they had to sleep at least 24 hours every month. Jack usually slept urging the beginning of the month, this year had called for lots of snow and Jack had now 5 weeks without a good night sleep. Funnily enough, he didn't have dreams, but he didn't was to take the chance of having a nightmare until Pitch was dealt with.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Pitch was now on the tarmac, and Jack followed Sandy down. When he had first became a spirit, he was weary of everyone, except Sandy. It was like his instincts told him, if he couldn't trust anyone, not even the world, Sandy could always be trusted. No matter what. It wasn't like there wasn't anything to say he shouldn't put his trust in him either.

"You can have them back." Jack snapped out of his daydreaming to notice the nightmares surrounding them.

"You take the ones on the left and I take the ones on the right?" jack attempted humour, but now wasn't really the time to crack a joke.

"Boo!"

SORRY NOT SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER. I THINK THIS IS ONE OF MY SHORTER CHAPTERS BUT I HAD A HARD TIME TRING TO WRITE IT. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE UPATE!

SHAOWCAT NINJA – I THINK HIS GOING TO DIE THE SAME WAY AS CANON, BUT THAT MIGHT CHANGE IF THE STORY NEED TO. I NEVER THOUGHT THAT HIS MOTHER WOULD BE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY BUT NOW I THINK ABOUT IT… YOULL HAVE TO WAIT FOR SANDYS PART IN JACKS HUMAN LIFE THOUGH.

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PEACHTREEAMUTO – I HAVENT REALLY THOUGHT OF THAT… I HAVE TO EXPLORE THAT IN THE FUTURE.

GUEST (ROSE) – PITCH WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT JACK, BUT HIS REACTION… YOULL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE!

GUEST – EVENTUALLY, THEY WILL.

GUYS, IF YOU'RE A GUEST, COULD YOU TRY AND PUT SOME SORT OF IDENTICATION SO I CAN ANWER YOUR QUESTIONS!

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