Thank you to those who reviewed ;) You guys keep me writing. I hope you guys like this chapter, it got deleted earlier today and I had to rewrite the whole thing :( Anyway…so glad it's the weekend…been a long week. Enjoy

(With Pitch)

"Hey Pitch…you ok?" Patrick spoke quietly from the doorway. He watched as the obsidian sand that had been swirling around the man dissipated

"Dear gods…what have you done to me?" Pitch moaned as his golden eyes opened then shut immediately as the light streaming in the room awoke the beast of a headache that had been on the brink of forming all night.

Patrick smirked as he walked in and stood at the bedside, "Well, it would seem you have one hell of a hangover." The man laughed

"Not so loud!" Pitch hissed pulling his pillow over his head, "My brain feels like it is about to rupture."

"And you sound like a desert has taken up residence in your throat." The Leprechaun chuckled softly at how his friend sounded like he had swallowed a pine cone

"I 'feel' like it." Pitch groaned, "Could you just leave me to die please?"

"You're not dying."

"You could have fooled me, my eyes feel like pieces of glass are trying to force their way out of my skull, there's a small gang of goblins banging on bongos in my head and not to mention my entire body feels like I went ten rounds with a stone golem."

Patrick rolled his eyes at how dramatic the spirit was, "I'm not going to leave you alone."

"Why the hell not?" Pitch grumbled

Patrick grinned, "Come on Pitch, I have just the cure for this." He smirked, "In fact, I have several."

Golden eyes opened into slits, "Really, you don't say?" he huffed, "And what, pray tell, is this magic cure of yours?"

"Just get dressed and come to the kitchen." The spirit smiled as he started out the door, "We'll try the first cure then go from there."

"I should rip him apart limb by limb." Pitch thought as Patrick's laugh echoed in the hall. He sighed; "Might as well get this over with…" the Nightmare King cringed as he sat up. His head began to pound at the motion, "Never, never again." Pitch vowed as he stood shakily to his feet. "I will never touch another drop for the rest of my afterlife."

The room echoed with the sound of him falling against the wall "Moon my head is going to explode." he had to use the wall as support to get into the closet. Once there he grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants he could get a hold of. After almost thirty minutes he managed to get dressed and make it down the corridor to the kitchen. He frowned when he walked into the room, "Patrick…what is this?"

Patrick grinned as he placed another plate onto the table, "Well, we Irish know how to handle hangovers. And the first step is what we call a Full Irish Breakfast, this is the first in the many cures we have up our sleeve."

Pitch raised an eyebrow at all the food that filled the table, "You have enough here to feed an army…" he glanced around, "Is Iris going to join us?"

"Naw, she had to go to Greece for a conference." Patrick made a face, "Wanted me to go but I'm not one for 'fancy' get togethers." He smirked, "Besides, I have to take care of you."

"Considering you're the one that did this to me…"

Patrick held up his hand, "Hey, I didn't force you to drink."

"Right, you just brought me there and put the mug in my hands…"

"But didn't make you drink." Patrick happily pointed out

Pitch sighed, "Whatever Patrick. So how is this…" he motioned to the food, "going to help?"

"Glad you asked." The Leprechaun grinned. "Eating helps reduce the affect of the alcohol in a person. So, the more you eat the better it will be." Patrick then began naming everything he had fixed, "We have bacon, sausages, black and white pudding. A few mushrooms, some fried tomatoes. Several fried eggs, my favorite soda bread, can't forget the spud bread, baked beans and a couple gallons of tea." He laughed, "This my friend is guaranteed to cure you."

"If I don't die of a heart attack first." Pitch thought as Patrick fixed him a heaping plate of food, "I don't know Patrick…I'm not really that hungry…"

"That's just the alcohol talking; it knows this cure will work." The Leprechaun then fixed himself a plate.

Pitch sighed and began eating. After a few minutes he was aware of Patrick watching him, "What?" he glared at the spirit.

"Just wanting to know how you're feeling now?"

"Like my head is going to come off…"

Patrick grinned, "But at least you're full."

"Which may not be a good thing." Pitch spoke as his stomach suddenly turned. In an instant he was stumbling down the hall toward one of the bathrooms.

Patrick followed and stood in the hall "Ok…maybe that wasn't the best idea." he called softly through the door as the sound of his friend paying homage to the porcelain god echoed.

"No, this is exactly what I needed." Pitch's weak voice oozed sarcasm

"New plan ok. And I am sure that this one will work."

"No, I am just going to stay in here and puke out my insides."

"Please Pitch, I promised Iris I'd help you." Patrick pleaded

"Oh and you have. Trust me."

Patrick grimaced as Pitch paid another round of honor, "Please Pitch…. Let me try one more thing than I'll leave you alone."

"As long as it has nothing to do with food…"

"Nothing of the sort." Patrick grimaced as Pitch opened the door, the poor spirit had turned a pale color, "Cover your eyes I'm about to use Freyal."

Pitch did as he was told, he heard Patrick shout the rainbows name then felt his skin tingle as the rainbow wrapped around them taking them to wherever Patrick had commanded.

(Unknown)

"Ok you can open them now."

Pitch reluctantly opened his eyes, a slight hiss escaped him, "Damn Patrick it's bright!"

"That's just the hangover talking." The Leprechaun grinned as he placed a pair of sunglasses on his friends face. "Better?"

"A little." He glanced around the area, "So exactly where are we?"

A mischievous grin came to Patrick's face, "The location of the best cure ever!" he motioned to the cliff face, "See for yourself."

Pitch reluctantly walked to the edge and glanced over into the ocean below, "Ok I give Patrick. What is the cure?"

"A quick dip in the Atlantic."

Pitch suddenly found himself flailing in free fall, "Damn you Patri…" the poor spirit didn't have time to finish before he hit the sub zero water.

Patrick glanced over the side, "He is so going to kill me if this doesn't work…" he frowned when Pitch didn't resurface, "Pitch!" he started to panic as he scanned the foaming water. He sighed with relief when he saw the Nightmare King's head break the surface, "Hey how you feel now?"

"…goin…fu..ing…kill…you!" the man's voice echoed off the rocks of the cliff.

"Did it work though?" Patrick yelled down to the man treading water

Pitch didn't reply as he struggled to get to the shore, he dragged himself up onto the beach not caring that his body was now covered in sand. He clenched his eyes tight against the bright sun, having lost his sunglasses in his little 'swim'. The sound of the sand crunching brought a snarl from him, "Wh…I…catc..my breath…you..r…dead." the poor spirit was shaking

Patrick smirked as Pitch's teeth chattered as he took in gasps of air, "But you feel better right?"

"I…" Pitch paused, he in fact did feel better. "Still… doe..n't excu… fac…push…me off a cli..ff." He groaned as he sat up.

"Come on Pitch, I had too." The Leprechaun laughed as Pitch shook the water from his hair, "You wouldn't have gotten in otherwise."

"Of…cour…I..woul..dn't…ha..ve you…mor..on." Pitch shook violently, "The…wa..ter is ^%&*ing… ."

"The cold shocked the alcohol right out of you." Patrick grinned as he offered a hand to Pitch

Pitch glared at him, he then sighed and took the offered hand, "I jus...wan…a…hot…shower...and…too...sleep for the next...few days." he shivered as Patrick helped him to his feet.

Patrick smiled "Just tell Iris that it was my idea to let you sleep off the hangover."

"Yes, I won't men..tion how…you…tried…to kill me." Pitch growled as Patrick called to Freyal to take them home.

Within seconds the bright rainbow swirled down and wrapped around the two spirits.

(Back at the Palace)

"Just make sure you don't use the purple towel. That one is 'decorative' according to Iris, she got really mad the last time I used it."

Pitch sighed as the hot water ran over his body, he shivered again. He hit his head against the shower wall when Patrick knocked on the door.

"So…umm…you won't mention this to Iris right?"

"Will…you…just…leave." Pitch groaned, "I want to shower in peace if you don't mind."

"I was honestly only trying to hel.."

"Just leave ok!" Pitch's patience had finally hit its end

"Again, I'm sorry."

"I'll apologize to him later." Pitch sighed as he heard Patrick leave, golden eyes closed as he simply relished in the warmth of the water cascading down on him. After thirty minutes of showering he reluctantly turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower, Pitch jumped ten feet in the air when the door bust open.

"Oh Moon I am so sorry! I thought Patrick was in here!" Iris watched in astonishment as Pitch burst into shadows "Patrick!"

"Iris what's wrong!" Patrick rushed into the room

"Pitch...he… just exploded!" Iris was hysterical

"What happened?" the spirit glanced around the empty room

"I thought you were in here and I was going to have a 'word' with you about how you left the kitchen." A blush came to her face

"Oh that's rich!" Patrick began laughing, "You must have scared him half to death!"

"That's not funny Patrick!"

"Don't worry honey, he's just went to the shadows." Patrick chuckled, "I guess he does this when he gets extremely scared." The Leprechaun pulled his coin from his pocket, "I'll find him." He flipped the coin into the air and began following it. He sighed when the coin rolled out the door and into the hall, "Though…if it's anything like last time it might be awhile before I find him."

Hours later Patrick was still searching for the Nightmare King, the Leprechaun groaned as his coin turned again into another corridor. He sighed with relief when the coin came to a stop just outside one of the many extra rooms that filled the Palace.

"Pitch…you in here?" Patrick turned on the light and cautiously walked into the room. He caught sight of a flickering shadow, "Pitch is that you?"

"Who else could it be moron?"

Patrick frowned at the sheer exhaustion in his friend's voice, "You don't sound so good Pitch." Mismatched eyes filled with concern as Pitch staggered out of the shadow of the nightstand, "Come on, I'll help you get to your room."

"You so owe me for this Patrick." Pitch moaned as his friend hooked an arm under his

Patrick grinned, "I could take you back to the bar…" he laughed when Pitch's face filled with horror

"No! Never again you sadistic bastard!" the Nightmare King growled as they made their way down the hall.

Patrick chuckled, "So I take it you won't become my drinking buddy?"

"Not in a million years!" Pitch glared as they came into his room. He sighed as he fell into his bed, "Please just let me sleep this whole ordeal off."

"All right fine."

Pitch glanced at Patrick as the man started to leave, "Thanks…"

Patrick grinned, "For what?"

"For giving a damn about me." Pitch's voice was drifting as he began to fall asleep

"No problem." Patrick laughed as he left the Nightmare King to the realm of sleep.

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