Chapter Four

What they were going to do in this ice house was a mystery to Jamie. Jack was still floating as he lead the other man inside. It was freezing inside and Jamie became a mountain of shivers.

"Are you cold?" Jack asked, his eyes widening.

"Y-Yeah..." Jamie stuttered. Jack just nodded and quickly walked over to an ice cabinet, pulling out many blankets and pillows.

"This should help," he said with a smile. "Keep your jacket and scarf on too though. I wouldn't want you to get sick or anything." Jamie nodded and smiled a little. Jack laid out the blankets, making a large blanket bed. He then set the pillows and top and added more blankets to cover up with. Once Jack was finished, Jamie crawled in and covered everything from his nose and below. He looked was the house as he wanted to take in his surroundings.

Everything was pretty much made out of ice and sturdy snow. Jamie supposed that was fine for Jack because he could stand the cold just fine. Not so much for Jamie though. He needed warmth to survive. It was mainly just a large one story home with one room, kind of like a studio apartment, but bigger. There was a table along with a couple of chairs that were in the middle of the room. An area for kitchen things like the fridge were over in the corner by a window.

Jamie didn't see the point of the window because it was too icy to see out of it. On the other side of the house was a bed propped up against the wall. There was another little room which Jamie assumed was the bathroom.

"Do you live here?" Jamie asked softly, although it sounded kind of muffled from being covered up with his scarf and blanket.

"Yeah I do. Don't tell the others though," Jack replied with a little chuckle. Jack wrapped himself in blankets before coming over and cuddling Jamie. Jack sure was being affectionate for some reason. Did he also miss Jamie while he was away?

"Jack... I have a lot of questions for you..." Jamie began. Unfortunately, Jamie didn't get his questions in because Jack had placed his fingers over Jamie's mouth.

"You must have had a long day right? I think you should sleep..." Jack whispered in a soothing voice. Jamie was going to bug him until he did answer but he did feel pretty tired all of a sudden.

"Okay," Jamie whispered back. His eyes slowly fluttered shut until all Jamie saw was darkness, soon drifting off into the world of sleep.

Everything was black. Jamie couldn't see a single thing. Jamie tried to put his hands up to feel around but there was nothing. He tried to speak but he couldn't get a single sound out. He soon saw eyes piercing at him. Large black hands came out of the darkness and grabbed him. Jamie wanted to scream but he could not.

"Jamie? Jamie!?" a voice called out. Jamie knew that voice. The ground was shaking now and his shoulders felt cold for some reason. "JAMIE!?"

Jamie's eyes fluttered up and he saw Jack's icy blue eyes staring back at him. It all had just been a nightmare. What a relief. Jack's hands were on Jamie's shoulders and Jack had been shaking him until he woke up.

"You were yelling in your sleep," he said, his eyes widened and panicked. His voice was different again. Like the one he heard earlier. The one that actually sounded like the voice he heard Jack speak in when he was a child. "Is everything all right?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine," Jamie said nervously. Jamie was actually just a big baby and that freaked him out quite a bit. "Just a bad dream is all..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jack asked him. He propped himself up on his elbow and stared at Jamie.

"There isn't much to talk about, really. All I saw was darkness and there were these eyes...and these hands... It doesn't really make a lot of sense," Jamie tried to explain. Yet, explaining this dream would be hard because he had trouble remembering some parts of it and it didn't even make sense to himself.

"It sounds like you're talking about Pitch and the nightmares he likes to give," Jack informed him. "Jamie...I need to tell you something very important... I don't have much time so I'm going to make it quick and you have to keep all of it a secret."

Jamie nodded his head quickly, dying to know what Jack was going to say.

"You probably noticed that sometimes my voice sounds different... Or I just like downright evil... The black under my eyes... It's currently gone if you've noticed. Well anyways, Pitch is using a nightmare to control me. He wants to hurt the guardians and he's using to get to them. He has Tooth, Jamie!" Jack looked absolutely petrified as he was told all of this.

Jack was being controlled? This whole time he was talking to some dark version of Jack? This was all hurting his brain and he didn't like it. He thought this would be a simple thing where they would go find Jack and bring him home. But this was turning into a bigger issue than ever before.

All of these things spun around in Jamie's head. Tooth was still missing. Jack was being controlled by a nightmare. Jack was still techinally in danger. Tooth was probably in danger. He left the other Guardians behind and they were probably wondering where Jamie ran off too. Would Baby Tooth and the yeti get in trouble because of what they did? He still didn't even know the yeti's name. He would remember to definately ask when he saw him again. He'd probably just ask Santa because he didn't know if he'd actually be able to understand them.

"I did notice that about your voice..." Jamie whispered. He sat up and stared Jack down. "I really want to help you. Please let me help. I will do absolutely anything!"

Jack smiled at these words. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Jamie's torso, hugging him tightly.

"Every night at this time, I have a little bit of freedom because the nightmare likes to haunt others. So on these nights I will tell you how to help. I still need to think all of this through myself," Jack said, talking into Jamie's chest. Jamie nodded his head yes slowly and he sighed.

"Alright," was all Jamie could think of to say.

"You should go back to bed... I don't know what that evil Jack is going to make you do but you should be prepared. So I suggest rest."

Jamie nodded again, but slower this time. He laid back down, moving Jack with him. Jack took the courtesy to make sure he was warm by wrapping them in mountains of blankets. The pillows were so soft and smelled of pine trees. Jamie's eyes clsoed again and hopefully, just hopefully, he'd be able to sleep better than he did before.