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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 16: Dreams Reflect Past Events

Pitch woke up uneasily. His head hurt again, and his muscles were sore – but it was his stomach that forced him to open his eyes. He rubbed them and sighed. He'd definitely have to get up for water or else he'd shrivel up like a raisin.

How long had he been asleep? Did he even have anything edible in the fridge or pantry? Maybe he had some medicine for his headache?

He dropped his long leg over the edge of the sofa he had been passed out on. The other leg followed and soon he was at a strange angle. He stared up at the high ceiling and yawned.

What had he dreamt about?

Usually it was nothing but black and the occasional static that reflected his stress, but this time it was something different. He didn't know what it was or what it looked like. All he knew was that it made him happy.

"Probably just remembering the good ol' days when bringing children nightmares was part of the fun," he thought.

No, this was something better. Scaring kids was fun and it did make him happy – but this dream, mysterious as it was, affected him deeper than that. He closed his eyes as the colors danced under his eyelids.

There were shades of brilliant white and soothing grey, bright reds and cool blues, sparkling golds and shining silvers. Uncanny, and wonderful.

And then it went black. He was wide awake. No pain in his cranium or limbs, and slight rumbling in his belly. Kitchen. Food. Now.

Pitch pushed himself up off the black couch and peered around the room. Everything in its place, not a single light turned off since he last looked.

"Oh yeah. That Frost kid was here."

He grazed his tongue against the inside line of his bottom lip. The teen seemed needier this time than other incidents similar to this. He smirked.

After so many years apart, did Jack want to resume his relationship with Pitch? Was that it? It sure as hell felt that way.

Pitch looked behind at the fabric of the furniture against his back. Swirls of frost remained there after what felt like hours of limited attention. Jack's neediness had shown through this elaborate design. Cute. But he wouldn't even think of letting him get anywhere close to winning that easily.

Pitch tried to get some of his body weight onto his legs, away from the ice. Standing up was easy, but walking out of the room, down the hall, and into another room was a different story.

The portraits on his wall towards the back of the study shined elegantly under their individual lamplights. He smiled at the painting of him and the two women – a girl and her mother. His ex-wife and their daughter. With them watching over him, they had silently encouraged him to do what he always felt was best for him. Even if it just meant picking the right snack to calm his hunger.

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Onyx took Jack to Pitch's hole in the ground on foot. The heavy snow crunched beneath her hooves, but she felt nothing. One of the benefits of being made of sand.

Jack stared at the dream catcher in the palm of his hand. It looked so delicate after years of neglect; but its powers were still strong as before.

The moonlight shined down on the two, through the trees and reflecting off the white blanket beneath them. Jack wordlessly turned his head at the large white orb in the sky. He felt like Man in Moon was trying to tell him something.

"It's about time you started talking to me," he whispered ever so quietly.

"Did you say something, Jack?" Onyx asked.

"Nothing; you go on ahead. There's something I gotta do first," Jack whispered to Onyx before hoping onto a tree branch above their heads. As if she didn't know. She knew Man in Moon's relationship with the guardians and Pitch longer than Jack had. Still, she let him go.

Jack grabbed branches above his head and pulled himself higher up the trunk. From the tip top of the thick tree, he could see Burgess, the rest of the forest, even the mountains in the way distance that you could only see at the right angle at the right time of the day. It was incredible. But there were more important things at hand than scenery.

"Yes, I'm going to see Pitch again." Silence. "Yes, I do know what happened earlier today. I was there." Jack tried his best not to sound too sarcastic. Silence. "Look, I really appreciate you finally talking to me after 300 years, face to face, but I'm kinda busy. I have work to do." Silence interrupted his thoughts. "If you really want to know, then fine. I'm going to use the dream catcher I got a while ago to figure out what Pitch desires. Happy?" Silence. "Alright, alright. I already got the talk from Onyx about the consequ-" Silence interrupted him again. "Onyx is Pitch's nanny and head soldier. An ally of his, and a growing friend of mine, I suppose. Anyway, Onyx already gave me the rundown of what I have to do if I fail in my attempts to make Pitch happy again." Silence. "Like I said before, I'm going to use this dream catcher," he held it up for MiM to see, "to figure out what Pitch desires and if I can make them a reality!"

Jack froze. He had reminded himself of something he had said to Pitch upon their first conscious encounter.

"Make those dreams come true."

Okay, so maybe it wasn't word for word, but it had the same meaning as what he wants to do now. . .

He had asked Pitch fifty years ago to make his dreams come true, and now he was going to do the same for Pitch.

His stomach tingled, as if a net of butterflies had just been released and couldn't escape. He smiled wide and rubbed his face.

Now that Jack Frost knew the underlying meaning of his incompletely thought-out plans, it would be a little bit harder to carry out than he thought.

Jack sat in the tree quietly, thinking about how he would approach Onyx with this information. He thought about what Pitch had done to make his past dreams a reality, and if he could possibly do something similar . . . His face grew dark red.

Sex. It all came down to sex. That's how that night ended. That's what Pitch had done for him to make his dreams a reality.

"No way in hell I could do what Pitch did . . . He'd probably think I'm just trying too hard or jumping to conclusions or being too pushy. . ." Because that really ended well on their last morning together. Compared to Pitch, who was much bigger and stronger than he was, Jack couldn't do anything Pitch could when it came to that stuff. Not only was Jack inexperienced, but he didn't have the courage to do the daring things it took to make advances on Pitch the way Pitch did to him.

Maybe, instead of getting right to the physical aspect of this project, Jack would start off with whatever Pitch's dreams showed.

Jack nodded to himself and tried to soothe his heated face before dropping down to where Onyx was waiting.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just great." He smiled wide again. He'd ask for her advice on Pitch's sexual cravings when the time came to that. After all, she scared him more than the Nightmare King did.

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