I tried so hard to get this up but I had to do a paper that involved summarizing 90 pages into 5... HOW. CAN. I. DO. THAT.? I eventually did it but it was REALLY REALLY HARD, and I skipped my last class because I was feeling icky, so I should have had time to do it, right? I spent five hours on that thing. I was so angry. It should not take me five hours to do a SUMMARY.

If you get annoyed at Morgan's stubbornness, then I'm doing something right :)

I would write more tonight, but I feel sicky, so sorry. You just get this.

~Jack~

He was sick of standing around. For a few minutes, the other Guardians stood around arguing, and he was sick of listening to them.

"Enough!" he yelled, slamming his staff down so the end of it spread ice ferns out on the ground. It sent a blast of chill that pushed the other Guardians back a little. They diverted their attention to Jack, who was glowering at them impatiently. "How did this even happen? Morgan's incredibly wise. She knows what Pitch did, she knows who he is. How could he ever get into her life like that? Maybe you saw things wrong."

"I did not see wrong!" North told him passionately. "I look at Globe Cam, to watch over children as I do, and there I see her with Pitch."

"But what did you see?" North took a huge breath, expanding his large belly, and then calmly spoke.

"Jack, Pitch was hugging Morgan... No, I miss speak, Morgan was cuddling Pitch."

"Cuddling in what way?"

"Like a father would daughter. She was crying, and he stroke her lovely hair." Jack's fingers tightened around his staff. The corners of his mouth pulled apart so he was now snarling. A toy turtle flapped its flippers in the air over his head.

"I'm going to Harrisburg!" he shouted. "I don't care if the cold comes early."

"Hold on, mate, is it really a good idea to go down there when Pitch's presence is so strong in the Kenter household?"

"Hold on, mate," Jack mimicked. "Is it really a good idea to be standing in my way?" He held up his staff angrily.

"Jack, he's only concerned..." Tooth kindly said to him.

"I don't want anyone to be concerned for me. What does it matter anyway? I can handle Pitch far more than Morgan can. She's strong, but she's still human! I'm the best person to go and get her... he can't handle my staff!"

"Pitch has tricked you before!" Tooth reminded him. He stopped his stride and cringed at the painful memory. It stung fiercely to remember how his little mistake caused everyone to suffer that one Easter. "You don't think he can do it again?" Her wings buzzed with their rapid beating as she fluttered around him.

"I'm just going to talk to Morgan," he told her sadly. "Find out what's going on and why. Try to convince her to get her away from Pitch."

"But what if it's all a trap?" Her violet eyes watched him in a panic, her dramatic eyelashes fluttering almost as fast as she was. She was incredibly nervous. "At this point, Jack, it isn't hard at all to see how much you care for Morgan! He might even know of your feelings for her! Maybe he's trying to get to you, and Morgan is the bait!"

"Ask me if I care! Tooth, for one minute can you forget you're so madly in love with me and stop freaking out over Morgan?!"

"Hey, now that's uncalled for!" Bunny snapped with aggravation. Sandy gesticulated angrily while images flashed over his head of a snowflake, and then Tooth, and then a heart, and Pitch. His thoughts were going by so fast it was hard to make out what he said.

"I never said that I was in love with you!" Tooth barked with a strange contrast of pink against her emerald and aquamarine markings. Baby Tooth chirped near Jack's ear.

"We all have concern for you Jack," North interrupted, his voice ringing with reason. In the background, gears could be heard shifting and then dinging. A Yeti stepped off the spherical elevator, carrying a large, sealed crate. "Put shipment over in corner, Fred! I get to it later!" A nonsensical response was heard. "We all feel same way. In the end it was you who defeated Pitch and he is out for revenge."

"No, it was Jamie and his friends who defeated Pitch!"

"Yes, but you are Guardian who made Jamie and friends believe again! You were the one who put plans in foil." Jack grinned at both the compliment and his little flub.

"We understand yer angry," Bunny said. "Ya have a deep emotional connection with Morgan, and now Pitch is strikin' right at yer heart. But you need to calm down, mate. You'll never sort this out if ya don't come up with a plan."

"I still think if I talked to her and find out what happened..."

"We go with you and keep watch!" North suggested cheerfully, pressing his hands to his very large hips. "Phil! Prepare sleigh!"

"Crikey, not this again..." Bunny moaned and reluctantly patted along after North. Sandy clapped enthusiastically and danced out. Tooth and Baby Tooth stayed behind as they made their way downstairs. Tooth grasped Jack's hand and tried to hide the tears beginning to brim on her eyelids.

"I didn't mean..."

"I know," she answered, patting his hand. "I get it... getting all worked up about someone you truly cherish..." she jerked her hand back quickly. Jack gave her a smile of sympathy. "But I want you to be careful. We can't lose you too." Jack reached forward and pressed his cold hand against her cheek. She leaned into it longingly.

"I won't let my emotions get the best of me." He pulled his hand back. "And once again, I'm sorry." The two of them walked in silence back towards the elevator.

~Morgan~

"Morgan!" Brad's voice was short and high-pitched with panic. He skipped into Morgan's room, interrupting her scouring over a book about the California Gold Rush.

"What is it now?"

"There was some movement in my room..." he shuddered. He jumped onto her bed and placed a hand in front of his mouth before he whispered to her. "I think the Boogeyman is in my closet." Her eyes popped before she erupted with laughter. He cocked his eyes while he watched her beat her fists again the bed.

"Oh, Brad, you're so dumb sometimes..." she sighed.

"I'm not dumb!"

"It can't be the Boogeyman. Pitch doesn't do those things anymore."

"But he's the Boogeyman! He always does."

"Believe me when I say that Pitch is my friend, and he has changed his ways." She was now looking back at her book and flipped the page to show she was no longer interested.

"Even if it's not the Boogeyman, can you go see?" he asked.

"No, Bradley," she scoffed with annoyance. "I'm busy!"

"When Mom told me you had a sickness in the brain, and you said you didn't I believed you!" he argued as he placed his arms over his chest. "I told Mom that I didn't think you were lying, because you wouldn't make something up like that. You don't pretend, ever. You don't have the ability to."

"Thanks?" said Morgan, a little unsure if she was being insulted or not.

"Can you at least believe that there is something in my room, and check it out?"

"Ugh!" she spat and then slammed her book. Brad bounced off the bed and squeezed her wrist while he ignored her yelps of pain. He dragged her along the hallway and flew open his door. His room was now invaded by posters and maps of stars and moons and everything related to aliens and Roswell. There were paintings of futuristic societies and a stack of books about the future in space. Brad was getting into science fiction and space and everything combining the two of them and the future. It made her ill to walk into his room. It was silly to be obsessed with something that had happened yet. Wouldn't you be disappointed when everything you thought was going to be didn't happen?

"Where did you see whatever you saw?" Morgan asked him dully.

"Yeah, sorry about that..." a voice sheepishly muttered from behind the door. Elation rose from deep within Morgan's chest and her head spun wildly when it registered to her who the voice belonged to. She twirled, turning her back before she turned her feet. Resisting the smile was impossible because everything glorious in the world was pouring into her at once upon seeing him. Her delight had frozen her so Brad responded to Jack's arrival before he did.

"Jack!" he said and clung tightly to the frosted blue sweatshirt of his.

"Hey," he said to him. "How much did you grow? You're huge!"

"I turned ten a couple of weeks ago!"

"Double digits, that's cool!" he laughed.

"Jack..." Morgan whispered, happiness still tingling her cheeks. "It's August."

"So it is," he stated, pumping his arm so Brad swung on it.

"You're not due back for at least six weeks," she said, still in shock.

"I decided to stop by a little early," he shrugged.

"Meanwhile, you're going to make the people of Harrisburg really angry if you stay too long. It's going to get cold!" Morgan was remembering a conversation they had a while ago, about how even if he didn't do anything, if he stayed in a location way too long, it would simply be cold for a while.

"I won't have to stay long if you listen to me," he said. He dropped Brad gently and pressed his hands together, forming a tightly wadded snow ball. He passed it over to Brad. "Here, go outside and throw this at one of your neighbors. I'm sure they would be baffled to wonder how you got a snowball in the summer!"

"Cool!" he awed and took the mess of snow from him. Before he stepped over the threshold, though, he looked back at Jack and his sister with worry. "You two aren't going to kiss in my room while I'm gone are you? Because Tristan won't like that."

"GO!" the two of them said at the same time. Their voice startled him so he was barreling down the steps. Jack used his staff to push the door close.

"You're not going to kiss me, are you?" Morgan asked nervously when she saw him quickly close the door. "Because Tristan wouldn't like that. He's angry at me anyway, so that would make for sure that we're breaking up."

"You're together now?" he asked, trying to sound more excited than disappointed, then remembered what she just said. "Wait, and you're breaking up?" His heart lifted with the possibility of this.

"We're not broken up, but it feels like it..." she sighed and sat in the middle of Brad's floor, running his miniature time travel toy across the floor. "We got into a really big fight yesterday. I don't even know how it started, I just started crying and he thinks I'm mentally unstable. Which I mean... I guess in the eyes of some people, I am."

"Why does he think you're mentally unstable?" Jack sat down in front of her and crossed his legs.

"I'm seeing a psychiatrist twice a week and I'm supposed to be taking medication. I wouldn't shut up about you guys. I'm supposed to lie and say I can't see you? That's ridiculous, I haven't lied since I was four."

"I find that hard to believe."

"That's rich, coming from someone who needs to be believed to be seen."

"Ouch."

"Why are you here?" she suddenly remembering, looking back at him with curiosity. Jack gnawed on his lip while he forced himself to say on of the two things on his mind. The other thing, which he would never say, was how strange he felt at the sight of Morgan wearing a flowy ivory top with no sleeves and torn shorts. Her legs had little flaps of skin spilling over, proving that she wasn't some super skinny model who never ate. Morgan would say they were hideous and to not look at them, but he thought she looked more real that way, and that made her even more beautiful. He stopped his mind from going down a path he was afraid to see the end of and then remembered Pitch.

"North saw you and Pitch," he plainly said, clutching his staff.

"Saw us?" she repeated with disgust.

"'Sees you when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake,'" he quoted. "Creepy, but he really does that. Checks on the kids."

"Oh," she nodded. "You were so wrong about him Jack. I mean you were right, but you were wrong. He doesn't want to be bad anymore! He wants to do right! He just wanted someone to understand him, that's all... his story is so sad. It's not really his fault he's been treated this way... if you only saw how he's changed."

"I don't know what he told you, but Pitch doesn't change. He's the Boogeyman, and he forever will be."

"He doesn't like to be called that, though."

"He's clever. He's manipulative, he's tricked you."

"No, no," Morgan denied. "Maybe you two just need to meet. Here, I'll see if-"

"I don't want to ever see that snake again! And I especially don't want him near you!"

"He's different!" she screamed. "You just won't give him a chance! It's just like with Benedict Arnold-"

"Is that what he told you?" he gasped. "Oh Pitch, I see! You used allusions from history to get her to feel sorry for you! You are sneaky, aren't you?" Jack had heard her opinions on Benedict Arnold several times.

"Jack, he just wants a friend..."

"No, he wants to be believed in! Do you know what happens when people believe in him? They fear him. And that's what he wants. He wants you to fear him."

"No, you want me to fear him!" she accused, popping up and staring down at him. "You're so blinded by your prejudice for him that you can't take the opportunity to really understand him! You're determined to hate him! This is just like-"

"If you compare me to the Civil Rights Era, I will break something," he seethed. He was no longer just concerned, he was also riled up and getting frustrated with her stubbornness. It was always so hard to convince Morgan that what she thought was truth was all a lie. It also put her in an emotional tailspin. Once she changed her mind about something she thought she had previously been lied to about, it was going to be nearly impossible to convince her to change her mind once again.

"Mr. Jack Frost, getting violent, so scared!" she taunted. "Are you going to throw a snowball? Because that terrifies me, ooh! Pitch was there for me when you weren't! I needed a friend to help me deal with my mother, and he was there! He has been there to wipe away my tears and hug me, and he says he doesn't remember the last time he cared about anyone this much!" Jack could have gagged.

"Those are all lies!"

"You're as bad as Tristan!" she laughed. "Except instead of thinking I'm crazy... actually, no, you still think I'm crazy! But for believing Pitch rather than believing IN him!" Jack's nostrils began to flare... but he wasn't going to scream at her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He didn't want to hurt her, especially when all her emotions told him she was already suffering so much. Streams of black slid down her face from when her tears met her eyeliner. Jack plunged his hands in his pockets and walked around her towards Brad's open window. He clung to the frame and looked back at Morgan's beautiful stature, marred by her anger through shaking shoulders and screwed up facial expression.

"I'm coming back," he promised. "No matter what you believe Morgan, I am staying in the area. It's going to get cold with me around, so you might want to tell your mother you guys won't need the AC on much longer. And put on something warmer, you'll freeze." He forced himself not to think of the short clothing she was wearing to beat the heat. "I am going to protect you."

"Morgan, what's will all the yelling up there?" echoed Mr. Kenter's voice from downstairs.

"I'm telling Jack to GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

I watched ROTG AGAIN today. I wanted to wait til this weekend when I watch it with my friends parents (I live with my friend and her family currently. It's a very long story about my financial situation) but I. COULDN'T. WAIT. Everytime I watch it I hate myself (well not really. I'm actually pretty fond of myself most days) because I go "I DIDN'T PUT THAT DETAIL IN MY STORY. OR THAT. OH MY GOSH ASDFZGHJ HOW COULD I FORGET THAT.) Honestly, it's probably DreamWorks and their AMAZING detail on this film that I will forever never be able to do justice because this film was made by angels but even so, say something to make me not feel so bad? Especially since I'm a sicky? Rosie Out so she can rest. Nightie night.