The wind whipped around Jack as he sped toward the demon. Frost spread across his skin much as it had earlier, forming an almost diamond hard second skin. He flew quicker than he ever had in his 300 years of life. He was not going to allow this thing to harm the children. He would stop it somehow. Ice followed in his wake, forming a foot think wall between where Jamie and his friends played and the demon.

Jamie looked up from the snowball fight as Jack sped by, shocked and a little frightened by the sudden ice. He watched as Jack reared upwards, almost in a straight line, one, two, three stories up and still kept going at a dizzying speed. Sophie whimpered next to him, her small arms tightly hugging her chest. The temperature suddenly dropped.

"I think we should go," Pippa said, shivering. "It's getting really cold."

Jamie nodded, picking up Sophie. "Yeah, something's wrong with Jack, too. He looks upset about something." Silently he wondered if it was Pitch or the demon the Guardians had spoken off.

The twins led the way and the group huddled together as they made their way home.

It was a small relief when Jack saw the kids leave from the corner of his eye. They'd be safer the further away from the battle they were. He turned his focus back to the situation at hand and focused all his energy into freezing the demon solid. This creature was worse than any nightmare Pitch could conjure. It was a being created solely of chaos. Of violence, murder and death. It was the thing that drove grownups to do things they normally wouldn't. It was thing that drove countries to war under the pertense of greed or religion. And while Jack had never come face to face with a demon before he knew the horror they caused and compared to that Pitch's nightmare were child's play. The reality that this thing was what was driving the world to the brink of distruction angered Jack far more than seeing Sandy disappear into black sand eight months ago.

He threw everything he had at the demon, summoning every ounce of power and winter magic that resided within him and poured it into his attack. His vision bleed to a blinding white at the force of his power.

A part of him sorely missed his staff, wondering if he still had it if it would increase his power as it had for so many years. But it was gone and all he had was what was within him and it was not enough. A hand, nearly double his size batted him out of the air with the force of a full speed mac truck. It knocked the air out of his lungs and his chest sting from the impact. It felt as if he had just been torn in half. Darkness seeped into the edges of his vision as he found himself flying backward.

"Jack!" Pitch cried out, seeing the demon backhand the young spirit. Jack was out of control, falling back to the ground at a speed that was sure to leave the boy injured for days to come. Lifting himself on a cloud of nightmare sand Pitch managed to catch him before he hit the ground, nevertheless, the speed Jack had been going sent them both back several dozen feet, almost knocking Pitch off the nightmare sand. Pitch righted himself as he landed next to the Guardians.

"Is he alright? How did his powers grow so much? Where's his staff?" the all asked at once. Waarior eggs, yetis and elves circled them, the larger creatures taking protective stances in an attempt to keep the demon at bay.

Pitch ignored them all, focusing his attention on Toothiana. "We need those memories," he sad, his voice stern and leaving no room for arguement. Before she could answer one of his shadow creatures enveloped her, transporting her to the space he had created for the gold teeth containers in his lair. The shadows would take her and her mini fairies to where ever in the world they needed to go.

Jack moaned in his arms, drawing his attention back to the small spirit in his arms. "Jack," he called, hoping the boy would wake up. "Jack, open your eyes, son. Look at me."

Long dark lashes fluttered open and tired, pain filled crystal blue eyes gazed met amber. "Da?" Jack asked, a hint of an accent from a time long passed filled his soft voice. The small endearment warmed Pitch's heart and almost brought a tear to his eye. Jack pressed a hand to his forehead and winced in pain. "Ow, what..? Where's Jamie and the kids?"

"They're safe," Pitch assured.

A small smile touched his lips before his eyes fell shut once more.

"Jack, no! Wake up. Jack!" But if was no use. The boy was out cold, the mix of using so much of his power and the demon hitting him so hard being too much for his small body. The increase in power was still far too new for him and Pitch had not bothered to properly train him, not that he had even taken battling a demon into consideration and with the Guardians gone at the time, there was no reason to force the boy to train. Just another regret to add to the steady growing list. Well no more. This wasn't the first time Pitch had dealt with a demon, back before the Dark Ages, when he had fought against the moon and destroyed the Pookas he had no trouble destroying demons, it had been a bit of a hobby even. But since his defeat at the end of the Dark Ages, when he had nearly been stripped of his power, that was when demons became a bit of an issue. Sadly, this particular Chaos Demon was one he had dealt with before, and this thing was far larger than it had been back then. It didn't matter, he had to put a stop to this. With luck, Sandy's dreams could stop, it not delay the world leaders.

"Wha-what'cha think ye're doing, mate?" Bunny questioned, staggering back a step as Jack was deposited into his arms. He stared down at the unconscious youth then at Pitch. He took another step back as the Nightmare King rose to his full height and loomed over him.

"You will swear on your life to protect him," Pitch snarled, his face inches from Bunnymund's. "Swear it!"

Bunny gasped in surprise, never before - with the exception of when he was in his tiny bunny form - truly scared of Pitch. "Ah..Ah swear."

Pitch stared at him for a moment longer before nodding in satisfaction. He removed the locket hanging around his neck and placed it around Jack's. At Bunny's confused gaze, he brushed back jack's snowy white hair. "For safe keeping," he explained before turning away.

Bunny hefted Jack a little higher up so that the boy's head was supported against his shoulder. He didn't ask what Pitch was planning, he knew. He had seen that look before, years ago, in a time before the Guardians, before the Pookas were destroyed, before Pitch issued war against the moon. A time before there was a Nightmare King. It was not the look of the Boogeyman but rather General Kozmotis Pitchener. Bunny stared down at the locket now hanging around Jack's neck containing what Bunny had always considered the last regments of Pitch's heart. Jack Frost had accomplished something no other Guardian had before. Somehow Jack had brought back Pitch's human side. Somehow Jack had brought back Kozmotis Pitchener.

Author note: Okay so I tried to ix the film, books - what little I know of them since I haven't been able to get a copy yet - and what I saw in an amazing online comic featuring Pitch during the witch hunts and a demon who didn't take too kindly to his trouble making. If anyone knows who did it please PM me because I would love the thank them for the inspiration. I'm still trying to figure out how to bring in Jack being the Guardian of Fun but somehow I'll work it in, wasn't really expecting to make the demon a feature in the story but it happened.