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(The Bennett home)

In the small house located in Burgess the two teens had been working all morning. Both Jack and Sam trying diligently to finish the chores before Rashana returned home.

"Ok…how does this thing work?" Jack scowled at the new washing machine that had been delivered by the large burly men from the store.

Sam poked his head up from behind the contraption, "I do know you don't throw pumpkins at it when it starts to shake. Mrs. Rashana said that shaking is normal."

"Good to know." Jack grinned as he dumped an armful of towels into the machine

"I'll get the deodorant." The teen bounced to the shelf that held cleaning supplies

Jack chuckled, "Sam that's what you to keep your under arms from reeking."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Well then what is this stuff called then?" crimson eyes scanned the box he now held.

"Washing powder…I think." Jack grinned as he was handed the box "Sheesh this smells like someone cut up flowers and mixed in unicorn hair."

"Just be careful and don't put too much." The shy teen's voice was tinged with worry

Jack rolled his eyes, "I'm not Sam, it shows clearly on the side one cup."

Sam made a face, "I didn't see that."

A grin crossed the teen's face, "It's because you're not as awesome as I am."

"Ok Mister Awesome. What next?" Sam snorted as the winter spirit dropped the lid

Jack rubbed his chin, "Well we already took care of the dishes…"

Sam snorted, "If by taking care of you mean you broke nearly all of them."

"…and we just finished the laundry." Jack glowered at his friend, ignoring the comment "So I guess the only thing left is the living room."

"Ha, I already cleaned it." Sam puffed out his chest as the two of them walked out of the small laundry room and into the kitchen, "I even dusted. Who's awesome now?"

The teen's eyes gleamed suddenly, "Why don't we find out."

Sam coked his head as the winter spirit hurried into the living room, "And just how do you propose we do that?"

"How about a Smash Brother's tournament. Winner is crowned King of Awesomeness!"

Crimson eyes gleamed when Jack bounced to the tv, "Oh I'm so going to win Jack, I've been practicing." The teen quickly joined his friend on the floor.

"Oh really?" Jack smirked as he started the game, "I highly doubt that, I've seen your skills."

Sam pursed his lips and grabbed the controller, the teen bound and determined to show the winter spirit up.

(Hades' Office)

The chamber echoed with a loud thud as Pitch threw open the door and stormed into the god's chambers.

"Pitch really?" Patrick cringed as he followed the shade

"If Hades didn't want disgruntled people then he shouldn't make them wait for seven hours with a moron that decided to get lost sightseeing." Pitch growled as he made his way to the throne, his eyes glowering at the god simply grinning at them.

"I wasn't lost…" Patrick pouted as the two of them made their way to the platform that held the god's throne.

Pitch didn't hear him, the shade's eyes on the smirking god watching them approach

"Welcome spirits to the Underworld, I am Hades. Have you come for a fa…."

"You good and damn well know why I've come!" Pitch was in no mood for games, "I need a…"

"Ah I see you purchased t-shirts." Hades interrupted the shade as he addressed Patrick "Did you find the gift shop to your liking?"

"It was ok, though I would suggest adding more variety of colors to your t-shirts, black isn't the only one out there you know."

"You know I believe your right…I will definitely get my marketing department on it."

Pitch's eye twitched slightly as the two began discussing things that could be improved, "Patrick…" the shade was ready strangle the spirit

Patrick however didn't get the hint "Oh and maybe concession stands, waiting can be a bit boring so having something to eat to pass the time would have been nice."

"Ah that's a good idea! It would cut down on fights as well as bring in more gold!"

"Can we please get back to 'reason' we are even in this hell hole!"

Both Hades and Patrick stopped talking and glanced at Pitch, whose expression was that of a person about to lose it.

Hades smiled, "Very well shade." The god settled back in the obsidian throne, "Now if I remember you were wanting an Anamnesis flower?"

Pitch inhaled, "Yes." It was taking all his strength to not storm up the steps to the throne and throttle the smug god who had been toying with them for the last seven hours.

Hades smirked as he made a show of rubbing his beard as if in deep thought, "I don't know if I can do that shade…" his grin widened when he saw Pitch stiffen, "You see the Anamnesis is quite rare. In fact, I only have three left until the next seeds blossom in three hundred years. So to part with one would mean I would need 'considerable' compensation."

"Awww come on Hades." Patrick poured on the charm, "Can't you just let us have the flower?"

"I have many names spirit; god of the dead, god of the Underworld, god of wealth, …" a grin came to Hades' face, "However god of charity is not one of them."

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Pitch ground each word out between his teeth, knowing that the god would probably ask for some impossible to find item just to irritate him.

Hades smirked, "I want the Winter Rose."

"What?" Pitch raised an eyebrow, never having heard of such a thing

"That's just a legend, it doesn't actually exist." Patrick crossed his arms, "I should know I search for the thing for years and never found hide nor hair of it."

Hades waved a hand in the air, "Ah but that is where you are wrong…"

Both Pitch and Patrick stared in awe as bits of shadows swirled around the god's hand, forming into a blackened image of a giant rose, curled around a skull.

"This is Winters Rose." Hades stared at the image, a longing in the god's eyes, "It is made completely of Taaffeite, one of the world's rarest gems." The god let out a sigh, "A truly magnificent combination of the minerals magnesium, beryllium, and aluminum."

Pitch stared for a moment at the image, he glanced at Hades who seemed to have lost himself with admiration for the statue, "Sooooo you want this in exchange for an Anamnesis flower?"

Hades blinked slightly as if waking from a day dream, "Yes shade, if you bring me the Winters Rose then I will give you one of the flowers."

"So any idea of where this thing is?"

Hades glanced at Patrick, "The only place the Winters Rose has ever resided is within the Boreal Citadel."

Patrick grinned, "Well in that case we'll have it before the night's over."

"Oh that would be a feat spirit, considering the only people who can find the Citadel are those that have already been there." The god snorted, "Just one of the many spells Winter placed on his residence."

At that Pitch stiffened, "Wait…did you say Winter?"

Hades nodded, "Yes, Old Man Winter to be precise."

"Now this…palace wouldn't have any other name would it?" the Nightmare King feared the answer

"I do believe it has also been called Winter's Dungeons…since any that go into the palace never return." He grinned at the two, "But I'm sure you will be fine." Hades waved towards the door, "Now I must be moving on with my meetings. You know the way out, return with my gem and I'll have the flower waiting for you."

Pitch simply turned and walked to the door

"Thanks Hades, we'll be back before you know it." Patrick called as he hurried after his friend, "Pitch wait up we need to find my dad."

Golden eyes glanced back as the two left the chamber and entered back into the waiting area, "Patrick did you not hear what Hades said? The only way to find the place is if you have been there."

Patrick grinned, "Then all we have to do is find someone that's been there that should…"

"Patrick I already know of a person." The shade sighed as he noticed a flickering shadow that would take them back to Iris's Palace.

Patrick cocked his head as Pitch started towards the shadow, the spirit confused as to why Pitch was so upset "Who?"

"Jack."

"Then that's perfect! All we have to is ask the kid…" Patrick stopped when Pitch's face took on an expression of worry.

"Patrick…I'm not sure I can ask him to do that." The shade exhaled, "The last time the place was mentioned Jack nearly went into a panic attack." Pitch shook his head, "I can't in good conscience ask my brother to return to a place that must hold horrendous memories for him."

Patrick sighed, "So what now?"

Pitch shrugged, "I'll figure something out." The shade sighed as he called to the shadows for transport, "Hopefully."

(Castle Outré)

While Pitch was finishing up with his ordeal, Darkness was still enduring his.

After having gone to Gaal's castle the shade had managed (after being shown a tour of the place by the scientist) to find the gems he needed to repay Rashana for the appliance he had destroyed. Unfortunately, Gaal had insisted he be a gracious host and offered food. Darkness had declined politely (well as politely as someone can when the food is being made by a fish that barfs out jelly).

However, Gaal was not taking no for an answer…and that was why Darkness now found himself riding on a large eagle/snake soaring above a vast green forest

"Gaal! I really need to get back!" Darkness called above the roar of the wind, the shade clutched the small leather pouch he held to his chest, "Not to mention you know I hate being around people."

Gaal glanced back at the spirit seated behind him, "Nonsense ole boy, I promised I'd get you something to eat and by jov that is exactly what I am going to do."

"I said it was fine!" Darkness had to grab onto the ruffling feathers as the creature banked to the right, "Besides I don't think a bar is the 'best' place to get something to eat."

"Oh but that is where you are wrong." Gaal smirked, "This certain bar has the best wings in the spirit realm."

Silver eyes rolled, "I just want to get back to Burgess…"

Gaal however ignored the poor shades request and simply continued toward their destination "I'm telling you Darkness you need this. You're getting too stressed," The scientist waved his large crab arm in the air, "That's my diagnoses as to why you're having these blank out my boy." Gaal grinned revealing shark teeth "You need to unwind Darkness and that should help with the ole noggen." The spirit was speaking with excitement as he guided Galeena (the name he had affectionately given the weird creature) through the air.

"I don't need to 'unwind' Gaal. I need to get back and prepare to take Frost to a concert that may or may not have people that want to kill him." Darkness growled

Gaal grinned as he turned and looked at the shade, "Come now Darkness the boy isn't always in danger."

Darkness snorted, "Frost would not be Frost if he weren't getting into something or another every second of his day."

"All the more reason for you to enjoy yourself old chap." Gaal's voice went low, "This place is great for a person that needs to get away for a bit…Devlon used to drag me to it all the time."

Silver eyes blinked slightly, "Devlon?"

Gaal glanced at the shade, "You don't remember him?" the scientist sighed when Darkness shook his head, "He was the one that allowed your soul to separate from Pitch's. From what 'you' told me Devlon broke a Spirit Oath he had made with Patrick and thus was struck down. Somehow you managed to transfer your soul to his body and took over just before his entire soul was pulled into the Void."

Darkness's hand went to his head when a sharp pain hit against his temple, silver eyes widened when memories suddenly flooded his mind.

Memories of taking over the unfortunate spirit who was on the brink of fading, of conversations with the man's consciousness as he lay bleeding and broken in Admiration's dungeon, of Devlon willingly giving up the last remnants of his own soul so that he could access the power needed to survive even though it meant that Devlon would fade from the world.

"Devlon…he was a good man." Darkness spoke quietly, his heart hurting for the friend he had lost "So… you and Devlon used to go to this bar?"

Gaal nodded solemnly, "Devlon was the one who showed it to me."

Darkness smirked, "A dank bar out in the middle of nowhere…seems like the kind of place he'd hang out."

"Yeah, though I got the feeling he was mad that I was the life of the joint." Gaal grinned, obviously remembering past times he and the Spirit of Misery had drank together.

"Well, you are charismatic." Darkness oozed sarcasm

"Really? I thought it was because I have a crab arm." Gaal smiled, "At least that's what Devlon always said it was."

Darkness braced himself as Galena landed in a small clearing, silver eyes stared at the small building. A pulsing neon sign illuminated the night sky, "The Dark Cavern?" he glanced at Gaal who was feeding a mouse to his pet.

"I know, a tad bit cheesy on the name. But I swear by their wings and drink."

"What have I gotten myself into?" Darkness wondered as he followed behind Gaal into the shabby building.

Please review and let me know what you guys thought :) I love hearing from you and seeing how you are liking the story. Shout out to my friend Serami Nefera for Hades' line about not being the god of charity ;) Alright my friends things are about to heat up, hope you guys are ready ];) till next time.