Hi guys thanks for all the reviews, I am honored. I apologize for any grammar mistakes, I try to catch them but they slip by sometimes ;( I need a Guardian of Grammar… Anyway, please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. All characters belong to others, although Reaper and the story are mine.

Reaper watched in disbelief as the biplane started to bank towards him. He squinted at the sight of the chubby little man in the cockpit. His eyes widened as something white glinting in the moonlight jumped from atop the plane. There was a quick flash of lightning pain lacing up his arm; his screams filled the air.

Pitch smiled at the screaming man, the moonlight glinting off his bloody scythe, "Looks like you could use a hand."

Reaper stared in horror at the severed hand lying next to gasping winter spirit. He watched as blood poured from his arm. He threw back his head and screamed into the night sky.

Pitch ignored the screaming man and knelt beside Jack, who opened his eyes slightly, "You know I hate you right?" he picked him up gently

Jack smiled weakly, "I'm starting to wonder."

Pitch carried him bridal style towards the sleigh, he ignored the other Guardians as he placed the cringing boy into the sleigh, "I'll make everything right Jack, I swear."

The boy simply nodded, not wanting to show pain in front him.

Pitch then turned and seemed to notice the other Guardians for the first time, "Long time no see. You miss me?"

"You've got two seconds Pitch before I tear you to pieces!" Bunnymund growled. He was suddenly surprised as Sophie rushed from behind him and toward the King of Nightmares.

"There you are you little whirlwind." he knelt beside her, "Don't cry little one." he wiped the tears from her cheeks. He smiled at her, "Watch." Pitch opened his palm, a small swirl of moonlight appeared.

Sophie's eyes lit up with delight as the moonlight swirled into a small white horse that rose into the air and began to dance around her. She laughed, her tears drying immediately, as she grabbed the small horse in her palm.

Pitch lifted her up and placed her beside Jack, "Now you stay here while I go take care of the trash." Sophie simply giggled, as she was distracted by her new toy. Jamie had already climbed into the sleigh to watch over Jack

Pitch smiled at her, and then he turned to the other Guardians who were staring at him in disbelief. "I believe you wanted answers Rabbit."

"Yeah Mate." Bunny said as he tried to comprehend what he had just seen.

(Flashback POV)

Pitch rose from the floor, his head spinning with confusion. He glanced around the room; the first thing that caught his eye was the pure white coat that had replaced his soot colored one. The second thing was the scythe lying on the floor, no longer imbedded in his chest, glinting in the moonlight. He knelt and picked it up, holding it reverently. He cracked his now healed shoulder, a grin flashed across his face as he gripped the handle of the scythe, he glanced at the moonlight, "I hope you know old friend this does not change my nature."

"I would not have it any other way my child." the moon said as moonlight powered the portal and watched Pitch walk through.

(In the Tundra)

"Damn it Moon!" Pitch scanned the area, "Could you have at least sent me where I needed to be!" a tinkling sound echoed in the air, his eyes filled with emotion as a short, golden man appeared in the distance.

Sandman waved as he noticed Pitch. He floated over to him faster, a trail of sand floating behind him.

When Sandman reached him Pitch stared at him, "I…I'm..." his voice caught in his throat as he stared at his brother.

The little man shook his head; he grabbed his brother around his waist and hugged him.

Pitch was taken aback for a second, and then he knelt and returned his brother's embrace, "I'm sorry for everything Samuel. I have been so long in the dark, and it has taken me centuries to find the light."

An image of them in front of their old cabin, with their sister appeared over his head.

"Yeah, we are a family." Pitch rose and laughed, "Now, you wouldn't happen to know where I can find Reaper would you?"

Sandman nodded, and began to form a sand bi-plane. He jumped into the cock pit, and placed goggles on his eyes. He indicated to Pitch.

"Umm, where do I sit?" Pitch asked as he looked at the small plane.

Sandy grinned and pointed to the top of the plane.

"You've got to be kidding."

Sandy smiled, and pointed again

"Fine." he jumped with ease to the top of the plane, "Just take it easy ok!" Pitch's voice was lost to the wind as Sandman gunned the motor.

Pitch couldn't help but smile as the wind blew through his hair, his body bathed in the bright moonlight. They had only been in the air for about five minutes when he noticed the other Guardians below. He scanned the ground below for Reaper. His blood boiled as his eyes caught sight of Reaper holding Jack by his neck. Before he thought he leaped from the plane and plummeted toward Reaper. He swung his scythe and was satisfied by the sickening sound of metal on bone, and the scream of agony that tore from his former partner's throat as his hand fell to the snow.

(End Flashback POV)

"And any other questions you may have will have to wait." Pitch smiled at something behind the Guardians, "It seems my friend would like a word." He walked past them and toward an advancing Reaper.

"Pitch! I'm going to kill you!" Reaper's screamed as he locked eyes with the former Nightmare King. "You are a child of darkness! I own the darkness!" he rushed forward, snow flying behind him

Pitch met him halfway; catching Reaper off guard as an ashen hand caught his neck and slammed him to the ground. Pitch stared at the gasping man on the ground, he smirked, "I am not a child of darkness anymore Reaper."

Reaper jumped to his feet, he swung his only hand at Pitch who easily dodged it.

Pitch smirked and jumped up and slammed his foot into Reaper's chest sending him flying backwards into the air. Reaper hit the ground, gasping as the breath left his lungs.

The other Guardians watched in disbelief as Pitch reared back his foot and slammed it into Reapers side. The air filled with the cracking.

"Oh, did I break a rib?" Pitch laughed at Reaper's agonized wail. "You enjoy the pain of others Reaper. How does it feel when it is your own?" he reached down and yanked him up by the neck.

Reaper gasped and clawed at Pitch's hand as it tightened on his throat. "Who told you were not a child of darkness Pitch?" He gasped on his breath, a smile on his face, "Who told you were not a thing of nightmares that brings fear to the children of this world?"

"The Moon told me Reaper, I am the Guardian of Innocence." the smile faded from Reaper's face as Pitch continued, pure anger in his voice, " And I find you guilty of crimes against the children." he smiled as he brought Reaper close to his face, "And the penalty is death."

Reaper's eyes widened as his chest erupted into agonizing pain. As Pitch dropped him Reaper's eyes fell to his chest, lodged deep within was the same scythe he had thrust into Pitch's. He stared with unbelieving eyes into the golden ones of the reborn Nightmare King. He stepped back and screamed to the moon.

Pitch stepped back as black tendrils erupted from the ground and began to ensnare the Taker of Souls.

Reaper screamed as the tendrils began to pull him into the ground, he turned begging eyes to Pitch, "Please don't let Death take me!"

Pitch watched as he disappeared into the snow. He sighed and turned back to the gaping Guardians, he smirked, "Shall we get out of the snow?"

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