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Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost X Pitch Black (aka Black Ice).

This is the sequel to my previous chapters in Dream Catcher, and takes place after the Rise of the Guardians movie! It is rated M for mature content (do not take lightly), and there will be emotional moments. You have been warned; read at your own risk.

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Chapter 13: Mischievous Dreams

Pitch's head hurt again - a sharp, throbbing pain right at his forehead.

He tried to relax into the cushions. All he wanted was, hopefully, a nice, quiet afternoon and a long time off from those damn goodie-goodies. But no. In comes Jack fucking Frost. It was clear that he wanted nothing to do with Pitch for decades, so why now, all of a sudden, was he back in his home? Why was he snooping around in his study?

Why did he give in to Jack's kiss? He touched his lips with his fingertip then clenched his jagged teeth.

'Damn, he's cocky.'

Was Jack's apology sincere? . . . Couldn't have been if he had stormed off like a brat after he embraced Pitch. What he said before was true – he was tired and he didn't want to deal with Jack's shit. Obviously he worded it more politely, but it was still no reason to get so pissed off. Had the kid forgotten the past few days?

Once again, he did nothing wrong. He did what he thought was right and kept his boundaries. The kid needed to grow up and learn a few manners and maybe common sense.

Pitch heard the quiet clop of Onyx's hooves coming closer to him.

"Jack came back for his dream catcher, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Nothing else?"

"I think it's safe to say that he wasn't expecting a conversation and what followed."

"He's a fool, Onyx."

"Like I said before, Jack's still a child. And children need to be taught."

"Well he's not going to learn anything from me, if that's what you're implying I do."

"Of course not." Onyx stood over Pitch brought her head down close to her master's. "Rest. You need it."

Pitch placed a large hand over her long sandy nose. He was lucky to have such a faithful companion. She disintegrated a moment later, leaving him to the silence of his own mind.

He didn't know what to do with himself now. For years, it was all about perfecting his plans, and now it was over. What was a defeated Nightmare King to do? He gave up and drifted to a light sleep.

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"You just had to get involved. And for what? The kid destroyed more than half of your sandy siblings and the one person who loved him for centuries, now completely shattered and heartbroken! Don't you even think of feeling sorry for either one of them. It's not your place. Support Pitch Black all you want, but you cannot feel sorry for him falling in love with an immature brat."

Onyx thought hotheaded and paced across the endless bridges in the roomy beginning of tunnels. Black cages hung from the ceiling, once holding annoying, chirping little things. Thank Moon it was quiet once again.

Onyx had never seen Pitch so low like this before. She didn't know what to do. Often times, he'd look like he was longing for someone when he was observing the portraits in his study. But he was never in a foul mood afterwards for her to be concerned about. She'd even look at the portraits herself and wonder why they made him feel the way they did. She couldn't understand it at all.

But this time, she was highly concerned. The small hairs on her neck stood up. She could feel that the icy guardian was up to no good. As the neutral party, she supposed it would be wise to know the whereabouts of the two dueling immortals. She'd done it before, she could do it again. But where was he going?

She sensed that he was heading north. The only place up north was the Guardian of Wonder, Nicholas St. North's workshop. She galloped into the air and began to make her way through the afternoon clouds up to the snowy land. Hopefully, it wouldn't be so damn bright once she got up there.

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Jack thought exactly about what he'd ask North – easy questions that could pertain to anybody. He wondered about the dream catcher. It had been useful, in some way, he thought. Maybe I can use it to my advantage with Pitch? I could go to his lair and use his dreams against him!

The more he thought about making Pitch his bitch, and the more he thought about his questions, the faster he flew up the globe to North's workshop. The winds were strong and the air around him grew crisper with the afternoon spring weather. At the pace he was flying at, he'd be at his destination in a few minutes.

((FEW MINUTES LATER))

Jack pounded his fist on the thick wooden door of North's office. Phil the yeti gave him an unsettling glare.

"Yes! Yes, who is it?!" North hollered from inside.

"It's Jack! I got your dream catcher. Can I come in?" The door swung open and the strong Russian man met Jack's surprised gaze. He stared down at the new guardian and laughed loudly.

"Of course, Jack! Come in!" Jack obeyed and peeked into the mini-workshop.

Wood and ice carvings covered the floor and the festive walls were spattered with different colored paint. Small toys hung from the ceiling with ribbon, indicating they've been taken from North's secret toy stash and tampered with. There were half-eaten cookies all over desk – not a single open space for work – and crumbs strewn on the floor around it. Multiple eggnog stains were visible on the rug. The whole room had a smell that was unpleasant, but bearable.

"My apologies for the quality of the room, Jack, but the elves thought it would be fun to have a little party while I was away," North said bitterly. He swiped his forearm across the top layer and pushed the cookie bits to the floor with the rest. He slumped into his desk chair and gave a disturbed face that meant he had managed to sit in some of the creamy bile.

"Aw, right on your black pants, North," Jack joked. Somehow he knew that the elves would do something like this while the boss was away. He tiptoed around the wood and ice shavings and vomit puddles, making sure nothing got on his bare feet.

"Let's just get down to business, shall we? How has the dream catcher worked? Any problems with it?"

"No, no problems that I can think of . . ." Jack leaned against his staff. "But I was wondering if I could hold onto it just a little bit longer."

"What for?"

"I, uh," think Jack, "I want to see what Jamie and the others dream about so I know what to play with them." Good one.

"You're a guardian now, Jack. You'll have to care for all the children of the world, you know. But I like your idea! I'll let you keep it for now, but I still want to improve it and make it available to children sooner or later. Got it?"

"Got it! Thanks North!" Jack leaped through North's office, out through the large hold in the very top of the workshop, and headed excitedly for the clouds.

"You, my friend," he pulled the dream catcher from his hoodie pocket, "are going to be my key to victory."

He paused and looked around. It's been fifty years since he last felt like this in the same location with the same object in his hand. He remembered what he wanted when he was last in this situation. He wanted to hear Pitch's voice in his ear and feel the man's heated touch against his frigid skin. He imagined those striking golden eyes and his sparkling white teeth. He imagined the feel of Pitch's silky black hair between his fingers. He clenched his fists and shuddered slightly.

Jack sharply turned his head to the sound of rushing sand behind him. Onyx? It's daylight; what's she doing here? He got an idea. He flew towards the black figure and stopped her in her path.

"Onyx! Please, hear me out before you make any decisions!" She stopped fussing at his sudden appearance and gave him a chance to speak. "I need you to help me get in and out of Pitch's home safely for a while until I have a clear plan of what I'm going to do . . ." She cocked her head to the side, confused. "It's a surprise, but it's to help him, I promise." Not really a lie. "Will you help me out? Please Onyx?" He made his eyes wide and Bambi-like, asking for her approval. She gave no answer and just glared at him, but clomped her hoof once in the air, agreeing to his request. He smiled gratefully and took her suggestion of traveling on her back.

Jack Frost was definitely going to make Pitch Black beg for him.

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Hello Again! ^u^

I do hope you enjoyed it!

Kind of a short chapter compared to the last few, I must admit . . .

Major writer's block this time . . .

But all's well!

I'm trying to give Jack some dominance against the unwilling Pitch. That's my plan, at least.

Maybe I'll write up a special Halloween chapter? It won't tie to the story, but it'll be a cute chapter.

That's all . . . I'm having writer's block with my author's note . . . wow.

Thanks a Bunches!