Author's Note: I felt bad about my incredibly short update, so.. I updated again! Now, don't expect updates so soon like this. Since I updated so soon, if you haven't read it yet, go back and read Chapter 6 before this one. Also, a big thanks to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed! Oh, and Crossover Junkie, it's alright. I was a little horrified to find out that Pitch was super evil like that, but I should've realized. Anyway, I really appreciate your background info and suggestions for the plot. They really help me a lot!

As for this chapter.. you get some Pitch fluff and some Jack and Lillian fluff. And yes, I know this fic is super cute. :) I want it that way! I would've made it longer, but it seemed too good a place to end it. Sorry for the somewhat cliffhanger again. Dun dun duuuun.

Edit: Sorry, only half the chapter was posted. Whoops!

Chapter Seven: Nurse Pitch & Teacher Jack

The next day however, all plans for revenge were put on hold when Pitch went to check on Lillian.

She had slept late, missing breakfast. This might not seem too unusual, but from the few days she had been there, he knew she usually awoke at an ungodly hour. Which of course meant that he had to too, to make sure that she wouldn't try and make herself breakfast.

He can still remember the mess that made.

As he entered Lillian's room, he could see she was still in bed. She had the normal amount of covers back on her bed, since she was no longer in danger of hypothermia, and he could see she was buried under them.

He made his way over and gently pulled the covers down to reveal her flushed face. She looked very warm, but she had never looked this warm before.

Frowning, he bent down and felt her forehead. He quickly pulled his hand away, looking surprised. She was burning up!

Pitch's touch woke her up and Lillian opened her eyes, looking up at him miserably.

"I don't feel - " she paused, scrunching her face.

Pitch leaned in closer.

"What is it?" he asked worriedly.

"ACHOO!" Lillian sneezed in reply.

As she sneezed, her bracelet suddenly glowed and Pitch pulled away with his hair full of flowers.

He was not amused.

He spent the rest of the day taking care of a very cranky spring spirit with her powers out of control.

Apparently when spirits got sick, it affected their powers. Or perhaps it was because Lillian had so little control over hers. Whatever the reason, her room now looked like a flower field and every time Pitch went to check on her, he left looking like a mascot for spring.

He had looked through some old books he had, but he didn't have anything on how to treat a sick spirit.

So he mimicked what he saw parents do for their own children. He kept her in bed and covered, gave her a lot of soup and made sure she had plenty to drink.

He was so busy looking after her that he forgot that Jack Frost would probably be stopping by tomorrow. Pitch had said a few days, but if he had thought about it, Jack would probably take that to mean two days and show up expecting Lillian to go play with him.

Pitch was a little worried about leaving her to spread his nightmares, so he did something he hadn't done in decades - he shirked his duties.

The children of Burgess would undoubtfuly be grateful, if they knew.

The next day was much like the last, Pitch checked on Lillian very early, to find her fast asleep.

Her fever didn't seem as bad thankfully, so he was hopeful that she'd be better soon.

Just as he turned to leave however, he heard a very famiilar "achoo!" and suddenly found his hair full of flowers again.

If that wasn't bad enough, when he went back to his globe room to recuperate from this latest bout of spring magic, he heard a familiar voice calling out for Lillian.

Pitch pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed a vacation.

As he was contemplating on pretending not to be home to avoid seeing a certain winter spirit, he felt the rush of cold winter air and before he could clear the flowers from his hair, he heard Jack's laughter.

Jack burst out laughing as soon as he saw Pitch.

"Trying out a new look?" he smirked at Pitch.

Pitch glared at Jack, fully aware that the flowers were quickly ruining his frightening reputation with the boy.

Pitch opened his mouth to explain exactly where the flowers had come from, but then stopped.

This would be perfect.

"I take it you've come to see Lillian?" he asked instead, ignoring Jack's laughter.

"Of course!" Jack exclaimed. "We have a lot of practicing to do, after all."

"Then allow me," Pitch said with his own smirk.

He then shoved a very surprised Jack into a shadow.

Jack stumbled out of the shadow that was in a corner of a room and looked around.

Lillian's room actually looked pretty nice, except for the flowers that were everywhere.

"J-Jack?" Lillian sat up a bit, rubbing her eyes. "Is that you?"

Jack turned to see Lillian sitting up a bit on her rock bed.

"Sure is!" He said with a smile, as he walked over by her bed.

His smile faded when he saw she was flushed and still in her night gown.

"Are you - "

"ACHOO!"

Lillian's sneeze cut him off and he suddenly found himself blasted with spring magic.

As Lillian sheepishly apologized, Jack heard a voice from the doorway.

"Trying out a new look, Frost?" Pitch said, looking smug and leaning against the entrance to Lillian's room. "Pink suits you."

Jack flushed and hastily brushed the pink flowers out of his hair.

"You didn't tell me she was sick!" Jack said accusingly to Pitch.

Pitch smirked.

"Now what would be the fun in that?"

Jack stared at Pitch.

Did Pitch Black, a.k.a. the Boogeyman just play a prank on him?

At Jack's silence, Pitch went back into what Jack dubbed as 'adult mode.'

"Now, as Lillian is recovering from a cold, you really shouldn't stay long," he held up a hand to ward off protests as both Jack and Lillian looked dismayed, "However, if you can behave yourself, you're welcome to stay for a short visit."

"Yay!" Lillian cheered with a big grin, before coughing a bit. She hated being sick.

"I'll be back in awhile with some soup," Pitch said to Lillian, while giving Jack his scariest glare, to get the boy to behave.

Jack gave Pitch a grin, proving that Pitch was about as frightening to him as a puppy now.

Looking very disgruntled, Pitch left the room.

When he returned a half an hour later with a bowl of soup on a tray, he paused in the doorway at the sight before him.

Jack was perched on the edge of Lillian's bed, telling her a story. He spread his arms wide to mimic flight.

"So Peter Pan spread some of Tinkerbell's fairy dust onto Wendy and her brothers and told them to think of happy thoughts," he said to Lillian, who was enthralled.

"Any happy thought?" she asked, propped up by her fluffy pillow.

"Any happy thought," Jack confirmed. "So Wendy's brothers jumped off the bed, thinking their happiest thoughts and they flew."

"Wow!" Lillian said with a smile. "I wish I could fly."

Just what he needed, Pitch thought. She had enough problems when she was on the ground.

"Can I fly?" she asked Jack eagerly. "You fly with your wind.. I could fly with mine, right?"

Jack shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Spring isn't known for its strong winds, really. Spring is more soft breezes. Besides, you have your giant flower." he looked thoughtful as he responded to her. "But I should be able to have you fly with me. Wind can carry the both of us."

Lillian was about to say how cool that would be, when Pitch interrupted.

"Certainly not," he said as he stepped into the room.

He gave the pair of them a stern look.

"You got a cold from falling into a lake. I won't have you surrounded constantly by a chilly winter wind," he said in his no-nonsense tone.

Jack traded a look with Lillian. Pitch was in adult mode again.

Pitch ignored their exchange and gently set the tray down on Lillian's lap.

"Now eat up, you need your strength back. And absolutely no flying once you're better. You shouldn't need to fly anyway, as Ja- Frost has agreed to stay around town and the forest.

It took a moment for this to register and Lillian's eyes lit up.

"We can go into town?" she asked, that spark of excitement flaring up in her, despite her cold.

Pitch nodded, eying her warily.

"Only if you have Frost as an escort, and only to try and spread Spring around. Burgess is going to be your training ground of sorts. They're used to strange weather, so it won't bother them as much as other towns. Once you can spread Spring more professionally, then we'll see about you going other places."

Lillian grinned at that and began to eat her soup.

Jack visited Lillian every single day for about a week, much to Pitch's annoyance. He wouldn't have minded it so much, but Jack was starting to treat his lair as a second home.

Not to mention there was that one day when Jack actually made it snow in his globe room.

He was not amused.

But finally the day came when Lillian was declared well, so instead of barging into the hideout as had become the norm for Jack, he was outside with Lillian once again, with Pitch's warning that if there was ONE snowflake in his lair or if Lillian had ONE hair out of place, he would pay.

Jack had taken Lillian off into the woods to practice her powers once again. He decided it would be best if they didn't practice by his lake.

"Alright," Jack said in a serious voice, although his eyes were sparkling with happiness at being able to be outside with his friend again, "Now we're going to try and make it spring in this area."

Lillian looked around. The forest already had green grass and the temperature wasn't that cold.

"Isn't it already spring here?" she asked.

"We're going to make it more spring," Jack replied.

"Now concentrate on your powers and.. uh.. believe it will be spring."

With a shrug, Lillian closed her eyes and thought springy thoughts.

Flowers.

Warm air.

Butterflies.

She opened them, when a soft spring breeze blew in. Wild flowers were starting to bloom all over, and not just where she was standing.

"I did it!" she cheered. "It's Spring!"

As she happily twirled around, her concentration slipped and her bracelet began to grow more brightly.

Even more flowers bloomed, and what was once an idyllic spring scene soon became a jungle of flowers.

The soft spring breeze became stronger and Jack swore it was starting to get cloudy out, when before there hadn't been a cloud in the sky.

"Uh.. Lillian.." he said hesitantly.

"Spriiing~!" Lillian exclaimed, ignoring the overabundance of spring and Jack trying to get her attention.

She finally stopped when she felt the first raindrop.

"Jack..?" she asked as she looked up at the sky.

When did it get so cloudy?

"I should've mentioned once you call up your power, you have to keep concentrating on it," Jack said as it began to rain gently.

Lillian blinked.

"Did I do that?"

Jack nodded.

"I think so. You know how I have power over when it snows? Well, you know the saying.. 'April showers bring May flowers'.. I think you made it rain on accident." he explained.

"Whoops," Lillian said, looking embarrassed.

"At least the trees are sheltering us a bit," Jack said.

The last thing he needed was Lillian to catch cold again.

"Why don't you try stopping it?" he asked her. "Just concentrate on your powers again."

Lillian closed her eyes and thought hard about it not raining. Soon the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

Birds began chirping again and the gentle spring breeze came back.

Back in town, there were some very confused people. Sure, they'd had brief showers before, but not ones that lasted for a minute. Where did all the clouds go?

Lillian grinned at Jack as she opened her eyes.

"This is fun!" she declared.

Jack smiled at her. He thought that working on her powers was going to be a bit boring and like work, but he had to admit, it was fun.

"Hey, let's practice your Giant Flower of Doom," he said suddenly.

Lillian giggled.

"Giant Flower of Doom?"

Jack nodded.

"You can use it to get to town! That's away from the lake and you shouldn't get into too much trouble." he said.

"Okay," Lillian agreed.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on flowers again. The flowers at her feet began to grow, and sure enough, a pink tulip was among them.

Soon it grew taller than the others and became very large.

Even though she was expecting it, it still took her by surprise.

When Lillian cried out, Jack called upon the wind to take him to Burgess.

He quickly flew, knowing it would only take Lillian a minute to get there, if her aim was true.

He flew around randomly, until he spotted a giant flower growing out of the sidewalk. He internally winced. That was going to hurt.

Instead of spitting her out on the sidewalk however, the giant flower turned and spit her out onto the front lawn of a nearby house.

It was an old house, looking fairly dilapidated. Lillian stood up, a little wobbly, and brushed grass off her dress. She made a face as it had rained here too and her dress got a little damp.

She looked at the house as she felt the chill of Jack's wind as he descended nearby her. She didn't know why, but this place looked a little familiar to her.

But that couldn't be, could it? She had never been here before.

"Everything okay?" Jack asked a little nervously.

Lillian tore her gaze away from the house and smiled at Jack.

"Yup!" she said happily, all traces of uncertainty leaving her.

It was probably her imagination anyway.

As Jack and Lillian wandered away from the house, they both missed the mumblings of a man inside. The man was mumbling about his stupid, useless daughter who had gone missing.

Author's Note: Dun dun duuun. Next chapter I'm determined to have some Guardians in it. And of course Jack is going to have to get into some mischief with Lillian. I'm not exactly sure when Pitch will talk with the Guardians, but him taunting them about Jack is very appealing to me. Muwhahaha.