Hey again. ^-^ Lots of stuff happened and I got busy but I'm back! :D Anyway Morto means Death in Esperanto. Enjoy Chapter 6!

Tsar watched the Guardians with a growing smile. Though his is as sad about Jack's human life as they were he was glad they were finally getting closer.

He wondered how they would react to Jack's death, and in turn his becoming immortal. He had turned very few immortal after death. After all Morto, or rather known as Reaper, didn't like to give up those he had already taken.

Most he took when they were ready, or when he thought they were. Sadly Jack's time had come…quicker then he had first planned. Though he had to act at the time or a worse fate would have fallen on Jack, he still felt sad he hadn't been able to protect him.

Though it wasn't showed in the memories, because of his own interfering, Jack had shown the ability to hear the wind as a human. That alone was one of the reasons Pitch went after Jack. If should what had almost happened, happened, Pitch might have come back sooner with Jack's unwilling help.

It was also the reason he could not talk to Jack in almost all the 300 years he was alive. He had used a lot of energy to send down Nightlight to keep Pitch in his lair and far enough away from the boy that he would hopefully forget about him.

Luck had been on his side at he had been able to change Jack's appearance without Pitch seeing.

Without Pitch knowing he had revived Jack, and changed his looks to make sure he wouldn't remember, Jack was now safe from Pitch.

He sighed and decided to return to watching Jack and the others bond.

Jack had finally woke up, a yawn pulled from his mouth made Tooth swoon at his pure white teeth. He blinked his eyes open slowly. He hadn't slept that good in a long while, and he had to say he felt good. He ran his hand over the soft thing under him, mentally trying to remember what he had been doing before he had fallen into that blissful sleep.

"That tickles." A voice quietly giggles above him.

His eyes widened and he shot up, fully awake. Manny saying they had to look at his memories, his parents, Felix and Ma, breaking down in front of the Guardians; it all came flooding back into his brain.

He shuffled backwards awkwardly, a bright blue blush on his cheeks as he realized he had been lying on Tooth's lap. "Err- Sorry, Tooth."

The others, instead of laughing at him like he thought, just smiled reassuringly. He blinked but after a second smiled back hesitantly, not one of his fake cheerful smiles, but a real one.

This made the others smile wider and they all turned back to the memories.

Jack was walking around the town. It would obviously be dark very soon but Jack didn't seem bothered. A light grin was on his face and a small skip in his walk.

Jack gulped quietly. He knew what memory this was and was worried how the others would react.

Jack was walking went he passes in front of a brightly lit building. It was larger then the others around it and loud voices were coming from inside.

Jack frowned and walked a bit closer to look inside. He could hear men talking, their speech slurred. He caught sight of a few women walking around handing them cups and bottles of weird smelling drinks, dressed in odd outfits.

He shook it off as just them being weird adults and started to turn away but tripped over something on the ground.

He spat the snow out of his mouth and turned on his side to see what he had tripped over. It looked like one of the bottles that were inside the building. He could smell the liquid in it and he scrunch up his nose.

He could heard the men now singing and the banging of glasses.

Raising an eyebrow he stood up and grabbed the bottle, looking at it more closely. He sniffed it and pulled back with a degusted look.

"Gross." He mutters, he was about to throw it back down when he looked though the window. A man had a bottle much like the one he was holding, the man was grinning and drank out of the bottle without a care.

Jack tilted his head. How could the man like it when it smelt so gross? Maybe it was like the medicine Ma had gave him when he had got sick?

He looked down at the bottle, suddenly wondering what it tasted like. Hesitantly he brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

Instantly he gagged and spat it back out. It had a bitter taste and the little bit had had gotten down his throat burned. He glared at the foul bottle and throw it away from him, not noticing it had crashed next to the door right as a the same man as before came staggering out.

The man gasped as it crashed next to his face, getting the drink all over his face and chest. He growled and turned to where it had been thrown. Jack had his back turn and was walking away without knowing anything as to what had just accrued.

"Hey!" Jack hears a voice say from behind him. He turns only to suddenly find him self on the snow-covered ground again.

"How dare he!" Tooth shouts. He feathers ruffled angrily, and her hands made small fists at her sides.

Jack wanted to tell her it would be ok, but he knew what was going to happen and decided to wait until later to calm her down.

He might not say it, but it made him feel slightly warm inside that Tooth cared enough to protest to him being attacked. Maybe he could get a bit closer to the others. After all they had only shown him kindness since he joined and they were obviously sorry they had left him alone so long.

Jack smiled and moved a bit closer to Sandy who gave him a small questioning look before smiling and turning back to the memory.

He was glad Sandy didn't question him and felt some of the tension leave him, a flicker of hope grew in him that maybe they can all be more then just friends…maybe even a family.

Bunny felt the small bit of hope and a grin twitched his lip, but to not make him self look soft he just keep his eyes ahead.

"Hmph." Jack winces as he felt the cold slip though his thin clothes again. "Excuse me?"

"Stupid brat.' The man growls. 'This'll teach you to not mess with me."

Jack was about to stand up but he was kicked in the chest, making the breath leave him.

He gasped for air as the man lifted him by his hair and slapped him over the face. Jack hit the ground again; he was really starting to hate it, and groaned. He gritted his teeth and kicked the man's leg. The man fell over and Jack tried to get away but was grabbed by the ankle. He winced when it was twisted further then it was meant to and growled him self.

"Let go of me!" Jack spits on the man's face.

The man throws Jack on the ground and the last thing they see before it darkens it the man glaring down at him.

The dark instantly changes to the lake again. Jack had a small nagging feeling he might have seen it before but shook it off. He looked around, he wasn't sure but he felt like something was watching him.

"Hello Jack." A voice behind his ear whispers, the chilling breath making him shiver.

He twisted around to look at the tall man behind him. He takes a few steps back when he saw who it was. "Pitch."

Pitch smiled, his yellow eyes glinting with dark humor. "Nice to see you again Jack."

Jack frowned, though he was afraid he was more angry. "I can't say the same. It's you're fault Ma and Felix are dead!"

Pitch just smiled. "Oh no, Jack. It's not my fault. If you had stayed home you might have found that one of the fire wood had fallen out of the fire place and caught fire. Maybe if you had stayed you could have stopped it or at least warned them but no. You left Jack, you left them to that fire."

Pitch walked closer and Jack couldn't find him self able to move away as Pitch leaned down to get face to face with him. "It's all you're fault they're gone, Jack."

Jack felt his heart try to leap out of his chest as tear pin-pricked the corners of his eyes. "It's not true. That's not true! It…It wasn't my fault, I didn't know! It's not my fault, it's yours! You gave me the nightmare."

Pitch gave him a mock sad look. "Oh but

Jack, you're the one who went out without telling them."

Jack felt a few tears fall while Pitch pat his head like he was some kind of dog.

Jack growled and shoved his hand away, maybe Ma and Felix's death was his fault but Pitch had played a part in it as well. "Why are you even here?!"

Pitch sighs. "Is it hard to believe that maybe I just wanted to see you?"

Jack gave him a flat look, showing he obviously wasn't buying it.

"Well it doesn't matter.' Pitch sighs. 'I have more nightmares to give, so enjoy the time I give you to enjoy your self."

"Excuse me?!' Jack cries, forgetting any fear toward the gray skinned man. "You don't own me or anything! Just leave me alone!"

Pitch frowns and grabs Jack's chin, when he struggled he held tighter making him wince. "You need to learn respect, Jack. I can make you go insane with a flick of my wrist. I could pull you into a coma and torture you with nightmares till you are afraid of your own shadow. Would you like that?"

Jack eyes widened and he shook his head as much as he could. "N-N-No."

Pitch smiles his razor smile. "Good. You should find you're self fortunate that I am being as kind to you as I am."

Jack swallowed thickly. "W-why are you being nice to me?"

Pitch loosens his grip on Jack's chin, and pats his head with his free hand. His grin was still there and Jack thought better then to push his hand away again. "Because I will get what I want with you soon enough. I just need to be patient, and I am very good at that."

Before Jack could ask more he found him self waking up. He looked around dazed from waking up so fast and the headache pounding in his skull. He winced when his side moved and a sharp pain came from it.

The sound of a door opened told him someone was with him but he couldn't get him self to look, his side hurt too much.

"Careful.' A soft voice says. "Your side was bleeding when I found you."

"Who is it?" Tooth asks. Because memory Jack's eyes were closed they couldn't see what was happening or who was talking.

Jack grinned. "Someone amazing."

Jack opened his eyes again. He was in a small room on a small bed with a scratchy blanket on top of him.

He turned his head to the side and saw a woman, maybe her late 20s, she had rich brown hair that was braided in a bun. She had warm motherly bronze eyes that looked very familiar to Jack. She wore a slightly wore down dress and flat brown shoes. Her skin had a sun kissed tan and a concerned look knotted her eyebrows.

"Who…are…you?" Jack asks in a scratchy voice.

The lady gave him a cup of cool water which he gulped down quickly. "I'm Mrs. Overlander, who are you?"

Jack's eyes widened. Wasn't that the last name of the brown haired girl he had played with earlier? "I'm Jack."

She smiled. "Well hello Jack. I saw you on the side of town on my way home, what happened."

Jack frowned. "One of the men from that place with the disgusting water started beating me up for no reason."

Mrs. Overlander gasped. "Oh I'm so sorry Jack! Well don't worry once we have you fixed up we'll find who it was and tell your parents. By the way are you new here, I don't recognize you."

Jack ducked his head and debated if he should tell her. One side told him that she might just kick him out while the other told him she had helped him and it would be rude to not tell her.

Sighing he mutters. "I have no parents."

Mrs. Overlander gasped again, instead of asking to know more she just sat next to him on the bed and comforted him as Ma and Felix came back to the front of his mind.

"Just sleep, Jack.' She says when the tears try. 'I'll help you get better."

Jack was too emotional and physically drained to argue and fell back to sleep, dreams of Felix, Ma and him back together danced in his mind.

Hope you liked. R&R plz! Ta.

GWDG