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(At Iris's)

Golden eyes widened as the light dissipated to reveal a grand hallway. Walls of marble etched with gold filled his vision. He glanced down at the golden tile as Patrick helped him walk.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Patrick smiled

"It's anything but humble." Pitch thought as they stopped in front of a door.

"Hey Iris I got a patient for you!" Patrick called as they entered into the room

Pitch watched as a woman with raven colored hair continued to put things up into the medicine cabinet. Golden wings fanned from her shoulder blades, her bright silver dress flowed around her as she turned. The woman gasped as she caught sight of who Patrick had brought into her infirmary

"Patrick, do you have any idea who this is!"

Pitch flinched at the obvious terror in her voice. He glanced around the room for any shadow that might offer an escape route.

"Of course I do Iris, this is Pitch." the Leprechaun smiled at her, "and he needs medical attention."

"What…" it was then she caught sight of the man's blood stained cloths, "Help him into the bed."

Pitch reluctantly allowed Patrick to help him into the bed. He glared at the woman as she came over and began staring at him.

"And who's bright idea was this?" she asked as she caught sight of the 'brace'.

Patrick beamed, "I came up with it, pretty brilliant huh?"

"Brilliant isn't the word I'd use." she said disgusted as she removed the gum and knife blades, "I'm going to have to cut your pants leg off."

Pitch simply shrugged, it wasn't like his clothes were nothing more than rags anyway. He grimaced as she cut the fabric, the motion jarring his shattered leg.

Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the broken limb, she glanced at Pitch, "What happened?"

Silence filled the room as Pitch looked away from her. He startled as she grabbed his wrists and glared at the gashes and cuts on them and his arms.

"Are you injured anywhere else?" She asked as she carefully placed her hands onto his leg. When he didn't respond she huffed, "Fine." she waved her hand over his leg.

Pitch watched as a bright white cast enveloped his broken leg.

"Well he did have a knife wound in his chest that was healed by the Carmentis." Patrick spoke up.

"Remove your robe and shirt." the woman spoke to the reluctant man

Golden eyes glanced at Patrick; he then sighed and removed the tattered black robe. He hesitated before placing it on the ground, and then removed the torn shirt as well.

Patrick's eyes narrowed at the sight of the lines of scar tissue that crisscrossed the man's chest and stomach.

"When was the last time you had a decent meal?" Iris spoke as she counted his ribs. When Pitch didn't say anything she sighed then wrapped gauze around his arms.

"Why didn't the Carmentis heal his leg?" Patrick asked as she examined the newly formed scar on the man's chest.

"It can heal any physical wound but the catch is that it can only heal one. Didn't you listen when I…" a gasp escaped her as she moved to check Pitch's back.

"What is it?" Patrick asked as he looked, he felt a fresh wave of hatred swell inside him as he stared at the words 'Property of Death' written in jagged scars on the man's skin. Thousands of lines of scars ran the length of his back, "Pitch, how many years have you been in that hell hole?"

"I don't know…I lost count." Pitch's voice was low

Iris found herself confused as she caught the sound of sadness, "Perhaps there is more to this story than just an evil spirit attacking the world." she suddenly turned to Patrick, "Take him to the guest room and find him some proper clothes. Then bring him to dining room, I will not have him starve in my home."

Pitch was shocked by her ten eighty attitude, golden eyes watched as she quickly left the room. He grunted as Patrick helped him to his feet, "She's a bit on the weird side."

"That's my wife."

"Way to stick your foot in your mouth." Pitch thought as he was helped out of the room and down the hall. He narrowed his eyes at the multiple doors lining the hall, the memory of Death's cells coming to his mind. He startled as Patrick stopped suddenly in front of one of the doors.

"Here we go, this is the guest room." Patrick smiled

"And this is my finest guest room Pitch; I know you will come to love it." Pitch shivered as Death's voice filled his head

"Pitch, you ok?" the Leprechaun asked as the man turned pale

"I'm fine." the man spoke quickly as he shook the memory from his mind

"Ok," Patrick shrugged as he opened the door and helped Pitch into the room, he smiled as the man's eyes widened at the large elaborate room, "It's not much, but it will do."

Pitch was in awe of the spacious room, his gaze fell on the large king size bed "Dear Moon, how many centuries has it been since I have slept in one of those?" he was brought from his thoughts as Patrick pulled up a chair and pushed him into it

"Ok let's see…" Patrick spoke as he went into the large walk in closet, "I believe that a pair of shorts will work…" the sound of hangers being pushed aside filled the room, "And lets go with a blue shirt." he smiled at the man's expression as he tossed him the cloths

Pitch caught them, "I can just wear my robe…"

"In case you didn't notice, that old thing needs to be burned…" he stopped as a look of sadness flitted across the man's face before he composed himself. Patrick cocked his head; this guy was a complete mystery. The Leprechaun sighed, "Look, just come to the dining room when you finish getting ready, it is straight down the hall."

Pitch raised an eyebrow, "How am I to do that with a broken leg?"

"Oh right," Patrick grinned sheepishly, he went over to the closet and grabbed a pair of crutches, "Here, use these, I couldn't fit them in the infirmary closet so I stuck them here, lucky for you huh?" he chuckled as he left. Patrick shook his head as he closed the door, "Dear Moon what have I gotten myself into?" He startled as the door knob twisted but the door didn't open, he watched puzzled as it happened again. His heart clenched as he realized that Pitch was checking to make sure the door wasn't locked, "I wonder how many cages this man has been in?"

(With Pitch)

The Nightmare King hobbled awkwardly with the crutches around the room as he memorized every inch of it. He had always had the habit of getting a feel for his surroundings, never knew when you would need to make a quick escape. He sat back in the chair, his mind drifting as he began to undress.

"And now to make sure there is no question as to who you belong to."

Pitch shuddered as the memory of Death carving her words into his back filled his mind; he had to calm himself as his breath became rapid. As he finished getting dressed he shook the memory from his head as he rose and made his way back to the door. He twisted the knob, still shocked at the fact it wasn't locked. He had been certain when the woman had recognized him he would be thrown into the deepest dungeon or destroyed. Either of those options still existed if she told her husband, he stared down the empty hallway. Cautiously he made his way down the golden corridor; he had to resist the urge to just disappear into the shadows. He knew that whether he liked it or not his best chance was to stay here for a bit, at least until he recovered.

"What's wrong Iris?"

Pitch paused at the voice of the man who had rescued him; he moved closer to the room he had heard the voice. He peeked around the corner and saw Patrick sitting at a large dining table with Iris.

"Why did you bring him here Patrick?"

"He needed help Iris."

The woman sighed, "Patrick, he's the Nightmare King. The spirit who almost brought the world to an end, the destroyer of dreams!"

Pitch flinched at her voice; he started to leave knowing that the man would want him destroyed after her revelation. He paused however in shock at what Patrick's response was.

"I know."

Pitch glanced at Patrick, his golden eyes wide.

"You knew?" Iris was just as shocked, "At what point?"

"The moment I saw him in Death's home." the Leprechaun held up a hand as she started to speak, "Look Iris, he was being tortured there. I couldn't leave him to suffer." his voice became low, "Plus, you didn't see how he died…"

"Tell me."

Pitch held his breath in anger, how dare this man share his memories. Again his mind was blown by Patrick's reply.

"Sorry Iris, but it is his memory to share if he wants." the man took her hand in his, "I just ask that you give him a chance."

Iris sighed as she smiled, "Ok, I will." she smirked, "But it is your responsibility to take care of him."

"What am I damn dog?" Pitch thought as he chose that moment to come into the room.

Patrick turned as the man limped into the room, "Hey Pitch, you hungry?" he watched as the man sat as far from them as possible.

"Ummm, I guess." he spoke awkwardly.

"I'll get the kitchen to bring up some food." Iris spoke as she rose and left the room

Patrick laughed as he got up and sat beside Pitch, "She's a bit overwhelmed, it's not every day I bring home…"

"A monster?" Pitch raised an eyebrow

"I was going to say guest." Patrick sighed, "Look Pitch, I could give a damn what you did in the past."

Pitch started to speak but was cut off as Patrick continued

"There are always two sides to every coin." he smirked, "Most people never take the time to see the other side before they judge."

"I have to know," Pitch stared at him his face serious, "Why did you help me if you knew who I was? Surely you heard of all the horrible things I've done."

Patrick shrugged, "I couldn't just leave you there with that bitch, no one deserves to live in darkness." he smiled, "Besides, we can always make amends for past mistakes."

Pitch stared at him, "And how exactly do you suggest I do that?"

Patrick grinned, "Well for starters, you need learn how to be sociable."

Golden eyes rolled, he was about to respond when Iris returned. He was surprised when she placed a large plate of food in front of him. He watched as she sat beside Patrick placing a plate for both of them. Pitch stared at the food, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen so much. Tentively he began picking at his plate.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" Iris spoke as she tried to fill the awkward silence that had settled over the room.

"Well, I am going to see if I can get my name out there for more clients." Patrick laughed as he shoved food into his mouth

"Yes, you have had 'so' much luck with that." She laughed

Patrick rolled his eyes, "And let me guess you're going shopping again huh?"

Iris glared at him, "Do you have a problem with that?

Pitch listened to the conversation as he ate, "What kind of idiot asks a woman about her shopping habits?" He startled when he heard his name, he glanced at Patrick

"I was saying Pitch; would you like to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"To search for clients," Patrick grinned, "It'd be kind of boring here by yourself."

"I'm perfectly capable of stay…"

"Sorry, not taking no for an answer."

Pitch rolled his eyes as the Leprechaun continued talking excitably, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Please review and let me know what you thought :) My brother and I were talking and we'd like to invite you the reader to join in the writing of this story. If you have an idea of a mythic that you'd like for Pitch and Patrick to deal with message me, you can also include items you'd like for them to try and find. ;) I have never done this before but my brother and I would like to try a challenge. Till Next Time