Prompt: Christmas

Pitch stared, from the rooftop on the next house over, into a young man's room. The boy was sleeping soundly with his younger sister curled up to his side, searching for warmth. He has had his eyes on this boy for much longer than he's ever done for a human. Months he had spent watching the boy. There have been countless times he wanted to help the child, but there wasn't much he could do when he went unseen by the boy. It wasn't until last night he sent word to a man that may be able to help the boy.

Behind him loud thumping of boots and a distinct sound out bell came. "North," Pitch acknowledged without turning around.

A chuckle came from the man. "Pitch! What is it you need? Make it quick, I am on busy schedule," North said with his overly jolly mood.

Pitch nodded and turned to him. "Of course. I was wondering if you can do a favor for me," he said calmly as he looked at the man.

North stroked his beard. "Tell me what it is and I what I can do."

"There is a boy," he started, peaking North's interest.

"You are taking interest in children?" North asked with wonder and even hope burning in his eyes. The man obviously spent too much time with that rabbit.

"Focus North," Pitch warned. "That child," he said as he pointed at the boy through the window. "I wish for him to get something from you." He doubted the boy would get a gift this Christmas otherwise. He spent all his money on the care of his sister.

North looked taken aback before sighing. "I cannot."

"Why not?" Pitch pressed. "It shouldn't be hard for you. He doesn't need much."

North shook his head. "I cannot. He doesn't believe."

Pitch bit back a growl. "Then could you at least help the boy in some way. Make his life easier!" he continued.

North looked away and that was all the answer Pitch needed.

"…No? And why can't you help him?" Pitch hissed at the bearded man. "That is what you do, isn't it?"

North looked at Pitch, torn. His mouth moved to speak, but all he ended up doing was sighing and looking away from the dark man. "He doesn't believe," he whispered weakly.

Rage filled Pitch, but he barely showed it with the slight twisting of his shadows. "And that is an excuse to you?" he whispered darkly. "There is a child in need of some sort of love or attention and you won't help him because he doesn't BELIEVE?" This is one of the many reasons he hated the Guardians.

North knew the rules. This was one of the many he didn't like, but there was nothing he could do. "I am sorry… There is nothing I can do."

"Then why are you still here?" Pitch growled out. His shadows were now moving around him menacingly.

North actually flinched at the boogeyman's words. Lucky enough for him, he had left wordlessly after that.

Pitch, still seething in rage, looked at the boy who had captivated his attention. There wasn't much he could do, but he could at least make sure the boy woke up to a gift.

X

"Jack! Jack!"

Jack groaned as he heard his sister call him from the living room. He should have known he wouldn't be able to sleep in on Christmas, but he hoped that he could have.

"Come on, Jack! You got something too!"

This caused Jack to sit up so quickly, that the world around him started to spin. "What?" he mumbled. He was sure Mary didn't get him anything. She was asleep before him last night. And he was certain that he didn't buy himself anything either. He scurried to his feet and made a mad dash to the living room. There was Mary, already playing with her new toys, and in the corner there was a tall, thin object with a hook on the end. It was wrapped in a light blue paper with a black bow on it.

He hadn't realized that he was walking toward it until he was reaching out to grasp it. With a moment's hesitation, he finally grasped it. It was cool to the touch and light weight. He didn't dare open it until he could find a tag. When he found one, it was hanging off the ribbon. It was a black tag with his name written neatly in silver ink. There was no other name on it. He knew he should feel afraid. Someone had broken into his house, while he and his sister were sleeping, but he could force himself to care as he start to pull away the wrapping paper.

"What is it? What is it?" Mary chanted as she moved excitedly beside him.

Once the paper was gone, Jack was able to get a good at the thing. "A…shepherds crook?"

"That's weird," Mary commented before going back to her toys.

Jack couldn't agree more, but something felt so right with having the crook in his hands. The wood felt smooth and welcoming. It…it actually made him feel great. The best he felt in ages. He didn't exactly know why, but he liked it. He just wished he could thank who ever gave it to him. "Thank you," he mumbled, knowing it did him little good but to make him look crazy, but it felt good to say it aloud. With a smile he sat down on the ragged couch and watched his sister play, unaware of the eyes watching them.

Wow. This is the last one. It has been completed. If you want to see more that isn't on here, you can look through my page thingy thechronicliar on tumblr or go to or Archive of Our Own and look for the same name and it will be there. I will post things on both and on here. All up to you.

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