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Disclaimer: This is a disclaimer. Its purpose is to convince my readers that I am not DreamWorks or William Joyce, and therefore do not own RotG). Plus, I do not own the songs, books, movies, or games I use in this chapter. Honest.
Grounded Part 3
The arrow's potency was slowly fading.
North felt it prudent not to tell the trio exactly what transpired –at least not right then.
Jack and Bunny slowly got more and more annoyed with each other, though their teasing was milder than it had been before. Pitch was becoming perturbed with everyone around him.
Despite these things, there had been quite a change in behavior from all of them. Jack had become more open. Bunny wasn't so stiff and hardheaded. Pitch went through the biggest change, of course. He had basically become a whole new person and no longer did he seem to fit the part of the "boogeyman." The "new Pitch," as North had started calling him in his head, easily got annoyed, but didn't seem set on the destruction of the Guardians anymore.
As he sat, trying to enjoy his book while being bombarded by the nose the three were making as they played Monopoly, he couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
Pitch was an enemy for goodness sake! He'd been for years, destroying hope, kidnapping people, and ruining lives. But now, he and Jack – who had defeated his sorry butt in battle – were arguing over whether or not it was a good strategy to buy up all the cheap streets.
Bunny was an ancient force of nature, older than Earth itself, yet he was cheerfully crowing about the fact that everybody had to keep paying him.
Jack was a mischievous, headstrong teen, who had gone without company for centuries. Now, suddenly, he was everybody's best friend.
How Cupid managed to make these three contrasting people closer than brothers, he would never know.
Jack soon grew tired of the game, and left, selling his cards to the others. He came to sit by North, peeking over his shoulder to find out what he was reading.
"A Carpenter's Guide to Working with Maple? Seriously? Booooring."
"Ah, but important, yes?"
Jack made a so-so noise, before propping his feet up on the table, wiggling his toes.
"What? Nah! " Bunny's voice poked through the not-so-thick veil of protection the book offered.
"Ha! Go suck an egg, rabbit!"
"Never, boogerman!"
"What did you call me?!"
"Boogerman, B-O-O-G-E-R –"
There was a loud crashing sound, and North looked up from his book to find that Pitch had tackled Bunny to the ground, knocking the game over in the process.
North sighed, before standing, towering over the two wrestling on the floor, hiding a smile at Jack's incessant giggling.
"STOP!" His roaring voice was enough.
Bunny and Pitch untangled themselves, glaring at one another before moving to pick up the spilled game.
Jack, still chuckling a bit, helped them by scooping up the cards and putting them in order.
North shook his head, putting the book down and drifting off to assess how well things were in the workshop. It was only two months until the big day!
The trio watched as North left. They stood in silence for a moment before wandering off in different directions.
Pitch found himself making his way back to the room North had constructed for him. It lay across the hall from Jack's blue door, its contrasting black standing out in the colorful area. Inside was a basic layout, the bed a lot more comfortable from up above the frame.
The Nightmare King slumped onto the covers, letting his body recuperated from the tussle.
Who'd a' thunk? Here he was, friends with the Guardians he'd been trying to destroy for centuries.
He didn't notice when he drifted off, but started awake when he felt the familiar tug of fear in his throat.
What was that doing in a place like this? He stood, alarm in his eyes.
He quickly exited the room, following the scent. Pitch felt alarm bubble in his stomach as he realized that it was coming from Jack's room.
A Nightmare.
That must have been the reason behind it.
Silently, the Boogeyman pushed the door open. Jack was caught in the throes of a terrible vision. Blankets collapsed to the floor as Jack kicked them off with his thrashing. Tiny whimpering noises came from the boy.
Pitch moved, wide-eyed to the bedside.
He couldn't allow this to continue to happen. No, not to Jack.
He kneeled, placing an ashen hand to the spirit's forehead. He was assaulted by images from the Nightmare.
Cold. Dark. Water. Drowning.
No one there to help.
The Nightmare King found himself wanting to pull away from this bad dream.
He clenched his teeth together, and forced himself to concentrate.
Water. No Air. Drowning. Sister.
It was the last one that threw him off. Suddenly, in the midst of the terrible vision, a calming thought flickered through, of a brown-haired girl.
Pitch clasped onto this thought, pushing the Nightmare away. Underneath his fingers, he felt Jack relax as the darkness vanished.
Tiny beads of sweat dripped down Pitch's face as he sat back, noting the golden sand playing above Jack's head as he did so.
His breath came unsteadily as he realized what he just did.
He'd chased away fear.
What was happening to him? He was the Nightmare King! The personification of darkness and terror!
He stumbled out of the room, searching for something – anything - that made sense.
The Boogeyman found himself in an empty room, and collapsed to his knees, overwhelmed with . . . something. Emotion.
Emotion?
NO!
Gasps of refusal slithered out of Pitch's uncooperative mouth.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, fists clenched, before he was interrupted.
Sandy gave the specter a light tap on the shoulder. Golden orbs stared back at him, pain and anxiety hidden within.
"What do you want Sanderson?!" His words were ground out, fear glancing through Pitch's voice.
The dreamgiver held up his hands in a surrendering motion, settling himself down beside his opposite.
"Binoculars, snowflake, Pitch, horse, X."
"What?"
More slowly this time, Sandy repeated himself, trying to convey his message.
"Binoculars . . . snowflake. . . Pitch . . . horse . . . X."
"See Jack with me?"
"Shake of head."
"See Jack me . . . Nightmare?"
"Nod."
"You were spying on me?!"
"Shake, open door, Sandman, binoculars "
Pitch blinked a few times, resting up against the wall.
"Of course, you just happened by and saw me do the thing I thought I would never do." Sarcasm gushed through his voice.
Sandy nodded, pretending not to notice the cynicism.
The Nightmare King put a hand to his forehead as Sandy continued to try to convey his message.
" Pitch, heart, tall human."
"My heart is tall? Thanks a lot."
"Shake, heart, bigger heart."
"My heart is getting bigger," the specter guessed.
"So-so motion, heart."
"What are you trying to say Sanderson?"
Sandy rolled his eyes before spelling the whole thing out.
"L, O, V, E."
"Love?!"
"Snowflake, rabbit"
"I love Jack and Bunny? You're out of your mind little man!" Pitch was disgusted.
The dreamgiver shook his head again, stomping his foot for attention.
"B, R, O, T, H, E, R, S."
"Me and them brothers? Get out of here Mansnoozie"
Sandy grinned, easily getting to his feet. He held out a hand to the specter, hoping to help him up. Pitch ignored the proffered hand, muttering under his breath.
The Sandman shrugged, turning to walk out. He paused before turning back, holding something behind him.
Pitch appeared to be panicked when Sandy pulled out a ball of dreamsand.
"Oh don't you dare, don't you – "
He was cut off when he was abruptly rushed off to dreamland, courtesy of the sand.
The Protector of Sleep and Dreams couldn't help a smug grin when Pitch slumped to the floor, dreams of little girls and snowflakes twirling overhead.
It wasn't his fault if Pitch couldn't come to terms with the truth. He tried his hardest.
Sandy wandered off in search of some yetis with eggnog, leaving the Boogeyman in the empty room for some very mischievous elves to find.
He claimed full innocence when the Nightmare King appeared half an hour later with ribbons and glitter in his hair.
That was it!
Those three needed to get out of the Pole. With their latest stunt halting production for three hours, North was desperate for some peace.
Not knowing exactly what to do, he contacted Tooth, pleading for her assistance.
She grudgingly agreed.
And so, the tracker bracelets were rewired so as to let them stay at the Tooth Palace, and off they went, leaving sudden quiet behind them.
Toothiana wasted no time in setting down the rules.
"– and don't you go anywhere near the tooth collections –5 lateral incisors, Japan, Sector twenty! – And don't distract my fairies if they're – Got a bicuspid on Painter Avenue! - On duty. Got it?"
"Yes." Three jaded voices replied.
Tooth fixed them all with a severe look before ushering the trio away so she could attend to her job.
All of them sighed with relief when she left. Her dangerous expressions were not something you wanted directed at you.
Jack was rapidly swarmed by adoring mini-fairy fans, and happily went along with it, relishing the attention.
Bunny and Pitch were left on their lonesome, stuck on a daïs, unable to fly anywhere else in the Palace. They shrugged at each other before making themselves comfortable.
The two watched as Jack frolicked among the fairies, snorting when he had to swoop down to catch three that had fainted.
They had nothing to do, and so turned to conversation.
"If somebody had told me a year ago that I would be in the Tooth Fairy's Palace with two – three - of my most hated enemies, grounded by another one, I would have considered them completely foolish."
"I know what ya' mean mate. I never thought I'd see tha' day when me and ya' would be able ta' sit in tha' same room togetha' without rippin' each other apart."
Pitch nodded as the discussion died.
They sat, enjoying the serene chaos of the Palace.
The next day they were back at the Pole, having gotten their jitters out in their bantam escapade.
Bunny sat in his room, enjoying the heat provided there. Scarce minutes later, a whooshing sound was heard, and Jack tumbled out a portal.
The Pooka snorted, "I dunno whatcha getting' at, tryin' ta' get out of tha' Pole."
Jack dusted himself off before bouncing into Bunny's nest, "Me neither, but it was worth a shot."
Bunny allowed himself a grin before pouncing on the intruder. Giggles, yells, and snorts were heard up and down the hallway as the Pooka tickled the teen relentlessly.
After a full five minutes, Bunny paused, letting Jack catch his breath. Before he could escape, he put his head on Jack's chest, using him as a pillow.
"Kangaroo! Get off!" The winter spirit shoved at the furry head, but to no avail.
"BUNNY!"
How a normal game of tag had ended up with Jack in the hospital wing, Pitch would never fully understand.
According to the rabbit, they'd been messing around, playing an intense version of tag, when Jack overcorrected himself on a turn and barreled into a wall, successfully knocking himself out in the process.
And now the trio plus the medical yetis were gathered in the sick bay. Jack lay motionless on a cot, Pitch and Bunny shunted to the side as the abominable snowmen went about the task of bandaging the spirit's head. Though he didn't say anything, Pitch could tell that the Pooka was feeling immensely guilty.
Maybe a half hour later, Jack stirred, pushing himself so as to have a full view of the room. "Hey. What happened?"
Pitch was the one to answer, seeing as Bunny was caught up in the process of checking Jack's vision.
"You rammed yourself into a wall."
"Oh. Okay!"
And just like that, he was popping out of bed – or he would have had he not nearly collapsed when he tried. A helpful yeti caught him before he hit the floor.
"Oh, wow. Dizzy." That was all Jack managed before being cut off by a furry paw on his mouth.
Bunny rolled his eyes, helping the teen stand.
"Snowball, just shush for a minute alrigh'?"
Hovering yetis then had mini heart attacks as Jack fell against the wall when Bunny let go.
"Hey, it's okay! I'm just fine." The spirit's words didn't do much to calm the yetis.
Jack held up his hands, shoving the worried hands – paws? – away.
He took a few steps from the wall, proving that he was fine.
"See? I was just a bit dizzy, that's all. Don't you guys get light-headed when you stand up too fast? " There were shrugs all around, and the yetis allowed him to go.
With that taken care of, he snatched his staff, leaping out the window to escape the concerned creatures in the medical wing.
Though the boy didn't have any lasting injuries, both he and Bunny had learned not to play tag in the busy parts of the Pole.
Not to say that they always followed that lesson.
Pitch was slowly getting used to the Pole, if not the occupants there. The yetis were huge masses of fur that somehow made the whole burden of Christmas possible. The elves were little mischief-makers, full of amusement if you caught them at the right time.
The Pole itself seemed to shift and change daily, fulfilling the needs of its inhabitants. Not that the fluctuating hallways made it hard to find your way around. Insert sarcasm.
Pitch snorted as he found himself at another dead-end. It was a good thing he wasn't needed anywhere. He turned, opening a window to try and figure out where he was pertaining to the Workshop. That area was the place that stayed in the exact same position. In fact, it was only the outer halls, where the Nightmare King liked to roam, that changed often.
He looked out to the wintery wasteland and craned his head. He was startled by a pair of bare feet.
"Jack?"
The spirit in question looked up, surprised, and searched the space around him.
"Down here," the Boogeyman sighed.
"Oh! Hi! Whatcha doing down there?" Jack jumped down from his perch on the window to his room; landing on the sill of the one Pitch was leaning out of.
"Milking magical cows."
"Suuuuure," Jack snorted, ducking inside the hallway, tumbling gracefully to the floor.
He looked around getting his bearings.
"Hey! This is the music hall," Jack commented, icing part of the floor over.
"How would you know?"
"I've been trying to break into the Workshop for years, I know the Pole pretty well."
Pitch shrugged, following the teen down the curved flooring.
"Yeah, look! That's the piano room!"
The winter spirit opened the door, charging inside. Inside sat a grand piano, set up in front of a room full of chairs.
Jack placed his fingers on the keys, playing a simple tune that sounded familiar to Pitch.
"You play?"
"'Course! I had to have something to do during my off-season."
The specter fixed him with a disbelieving look, but the teen resolved that with his next actions.
Jack started playing an unfamiliar piece. He grinned at the Boogeyman before opening his mouth and singing along. A slight blush was apparent on his cheeks and ears, but he refused to stop.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen.
Pitch raised his –urm – forehead as Jack's voice filled the room. He had a feeling that this was one of his favorite songs. It seemed like the winter spirit had forgotten that he had an audience as he struck the keys, crystalline singing vibrating the air.
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good boy you always have to be.
As the music grew louder, curious yetis and elves opened the door. They all grinned and filled into the seats. Somehow it seemed like they had seen this before. The winter spirit blushed a bit more, but continued unfazed.
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore.
Some elves left and returned with the rest of Jack's spectators. Bunny and North looked surprised at the scene inside the room.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
Jack let his fingers dance along the piano, looking up just once to grin.
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me,
can't get to me at all.
The Nightmare King found himself smiling at the words. The music spoke to something deep inside the Boogeyman, making him want to hear the rest.
No right no wrong, no rules for me
I'm free
Astonishingly, a random yeti procured a guitar from the back of the room, strumming along to Jack's song. Pitch found himself wondering if they'd done this type of thing before.
Here I stand, and here I'll stay
Let the storm rage on.
The song was beautiful, and too soon they were nearing the end.
Here I stand in the light of day
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway.
Applause filled the room as Jack finished with a flourish. He hopped off the piano bench, walking over to the Boogeyman who stood at the back.
"Told you I could play."
Pitch couldn't do much but nod, his expression calling Bunny over.
"We neva' thought this bugger could sing either, don' worry," The Pooka remarked as he gave the winter spirit a noogie.
Jack's annoyed yelp was enough, and the trio burst into laughter.
"BUNNY PILE!" Jack yelled, charging at the Pooka lying on the floor in front of the couch where Pitch sat. Multiple elves followed the war cry, leaping on top of Bunny. There was a grunt as Jack plowed into his chest, and then Bunny was swarmed by the munchkin elves. The visiting Tooth Fairy snapped a photo of the mass, capturing Pitch's irritated expression in the background.
Jack meandered through the shelves of North's library, searching for something to hold his attention. A new addition caught his eyes, and he pulled out the book. Quietly, he muttered "The Lightning Thief, huh? Sounds interesting."
North finally spotted the teen five hours afterwards, sitting in the rafters of the library, surrounded by books authored by "Rick Riordan."
He called him down; wanting to know just what was going on. Jack heeded the shout, bringing his entourage of books with him.
"Hey North! Have you read these before? " He asked happily.
A large hand grasped a paperback, and North replied in the negative.
"Well come on! They're awesome!"
It was a domino effect, and within the day, all four immortals were curled up with some kind of book regarding the Greek or Egyptian mythology.
"A tablespoon of sugar."
"Alrigh'."
"Half a cup of milk."
"Uh hold on a sec. . . okay got it."
"One fourth of a teaspoon of vanilla extract."
"Yeah!"
"Then you're supposed to put the ice and salt in a bag – "
"Don't worry about it!"
Jack grabbed all three bags of ice cream, letting his ice powers freeze the homemade ice cream.
"Ta-da! Instant deliciousness!"
Pitch handed out the spoons to the other two as Jack gave them their ice cream.
The teen was the first to chow down on his, eyes widening at the taste. He ran to the sink, spitting his mouthful into the basin and rinsing his mouth out with water.
"YUCK! Kangaroo, did you put in sugar?"
" A' course!" The Pooka in question grabbed the sugar bowl he used.
Jack hesitantly stuck a finger in, tasting the sweetener. He gagged, running to the sink again.
"The elves! They swapped the sugar and salt!"
The trio groaned before throwing their bags away and grabbing new ones.
Jack cheerfully pulled Bunny and Pitch behind him, hurrying them along. He'd finally gotten them to agree to a snowball fight. It had taken all of his persuasive powers and a few special snowflakes, but it had worked. They exited the front door, Jack bounding out into the white snow.
"And now we see the not so elusive 'Jack Frost' in his natural environment!" Pitch commented in a low tone.
There was a 'whoosh', and a snowball hit the Boogeyman in the back of the head.
"I heard that!"
Pitch grinned before crouching down to form his own ammunition. Bunny copied him, shivering the whole way.
Soon the North Pole was a war zone, with several Fun loving yetis and elves joining the group. Jack ran around, causing havoc and providing ammo for all. Bunny found himself crouched down behind a fort wall with Pitch at his side. They grinned at each other before launching their attack. Jack went down under the combined effort of everyone else, and signaled the end of the fight.
They all trudged back inside, warming by the fire and drinking hot chocolate. (Or cold, depending on who it was.)
Yetis went back to work, elves went off to test toys, and the trio was left in the room alone. Jack nodded off within minutes, tuckered out from all the snowballs. Pitch and Bunny both stared into the fire.
"Did ya' know we only have two days left?"
"Hmm?"
"Of tha' groundin'. We're done in two days."
Pitch's eyes widened before he collected himself.
"Good. I think I need some peace."
Bunny snorted. "Ya', kinda' hard ta' get that while this bugger's around," he commented, pointing at the sleeping Jack.
The Boogeyman nodded as silence overtook the room. He had mixed feelings about the whole affair. For one, he'd had the most Fun he'd had in. . . A long time. Plus, there was the fact that he no longer had a hating relationship with the Guardians. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but something had definitely changed inside him. It was if . . . he was no longer a source of fear for himself.
"Say Cheese!"
"…"
Click.
"Aww, come on! You have to say cheese when someone takes a picture!"
"Why?"
"I dunno. . . just 'cuz! Try again!"
Jack pointed the camera back at Pitch, repeating himself, "Say Cheese!"
"Pressed curds of milk."
Click. Flash.
Jack stuck his tongue out at the blinking Boogeyman before moving on to Bunny.
"Say Kangaroo!"
Bunny rolled his eyes and Jack caught the exasperated expression on his face.
"HA!"
"Remind me again why ya' wanted ta' take pictures."
The winter spirit shrugged, bouncing up into the air for an aerial shot of his two companions.
Click. Click.
He dropped back down onto the couch, swinging his legs up onto the table. Not thirty seconds later he spoke,
"I'm bored."
"Well what are ya' gonna do about it Frosty?"
"Uhm. . . Bug you guys until you do something with me."
Now it was Pitch's turn to roll his eyes for the camera.
Click.
"Aww, come on! Let's do something."
"We are, Frostbite."
"I don't want to read newspapers! That's boring. Let's make cookies!"
With his mind made up, he hopped out of his seat, running to the kitchens. Pitch and Bunny followed, at a much slower pace.
Two messy hours later, mutated sugar cookies lay on a cooling rack, ready for frosting. The Nightmare King poked one that appeared to have arms and legs, watching as Jack tried to wipe flour off his hoodie.
"Hey Cottontail," the teen called over to the pantry, "can you get the frosting out?"
"Ya' ya' I'm coming."
As the trio spread out across the center table, Jack remarked that it was a good thing nobody else was in the kitchen. They all agreed as they took in the pile of dirty dishes, flour on the floor, vanilla on the ceiling, and half-baked cookies on the stove top.
Bunny grabbed the icing and a knife, setting to work on a cookie. The other two followed his example, if not so artistically.
Jack was soon bouncing from the amount of sugar he'd already consumed, and impishly wiped a frosted finger across Bunny's arm. A frosting battle began momentarily, all of them ending up with more on them then the cookies.
North found them just like that five minutes later, and joined in the game.
The Fun was totally worth it, even if they had to take showers.
"Dog!"
"Ack!"
"Eye. Car."
"Weird lil' orange man thing. Sunnies!"
"Sunglasses, sunglasses!"
"Hey!"
"Hand with the eye!"
"Dragon! Yes! I WIN!" Jack then ran a victory lap around the room, Bunny groaning from the loss.
Pitch shook his head, still not really understanding the point of the game.
The winter spirit returned with a pile of white paper and scissors.
"Look what I found! Let's make snowflakes!"
Shrugging, they went along to do just that.
It was their last day of grounding, and Jack was making it full.
Bunny had been woken that morning when Jack barreled into his room, jumping onto the sleeping Pooka, declaring it "The last day of the torturous grounding." They had an impromptu breakfast picnic in the Workshop, trying to avoid being stepped on by working yetis, or having their food stolen by the elves. Next, Jack dragged them to the game room to play in the arcade, and just now to play card games.
"Ta-da!"
"Nice." Pitch said without looking up.
"I know, right?" Jack replied.
Oh yeah, and make paper snowflakes.
Once the floor was covered in tiny scraps of paper and the snowflakes hung up in the windows, Jack dragged them into the theater, announcing a Disney movie marathon.
Beauty and the Beast
Tangled
Toy Story
Up
Fantasia
A lot more. They skipped around, not watching the whole thing before moving on to the best parts.
Pitch had no idea how many partial shows they watched before he and Bunny dragged Jack out of the cinema for something else to do.
North joined them for a quick snack of ice cream and cookies before shooing them off to the sitting room where they had a very interesting game of charades with Sandy, who had popped by for a visit. Tooth came flying in moments after the end of the game, fairies in tow. Their jolly host came in too, and they ended up playing Cranium for the rest of the night.
Bunny ended up transporting the snoozing Jack to his room as Sandy and Tooth left for their jobs and North absconded to his office. Pitch followed after, standing in the doorway smirking as the Pooka tried to unclench Jack's grip on his fur. The teen shifted around as his teddy bear left, sleep clouding his eyes. He groaned, and Bunny's ears flattened at the noise.
Drowsily, he looked around at the two beings in his room. Idea lighting up his sluggish brain, Jack asked in childish speech, "Stay? Sleepover. . ."
Pitch and Bunny looked at each other, unable to resist the notion coming from the tired boy. Both grabbed blankets, piling onto the large bed in one big mass of covers and heads.
North found them that way in the morning, unable to resist a snapshot of the moment before waking them in order to set them free.
"You are not to play any prank like you did, understand? Was very naughty."
Nods all around.
The jolly man gestured for his workers to unlock the bracelets with the distinctive key he had kept hidden in his office for two weeks.
Sighs were heard from all three immortals when the dratted things finally came off. They looked around at each other, at a loss for what to say. Jack broke the silence,
"Well, I'm off to spread southern winter, see you guys later."
And with that, he was out the window, whooping in the rush of freedom.
"Well, I'm off, see ya'" Now Bunny too was gone, disappearing into a hole.
Pitch made to melt into the shadows, but a large hand grasped his shoulders before he could.
"We are having Christmas party on the twenty-fifth, would you come?"
The Nightmare King considered the offer before replying, "We'll see," and traveling back to his lair.
And if he and Jack met up in Burgess Woods before heading to Australia - well that was no one's business.
A/N: And that concludes the end of the Grounded arc! I hope it was enjoyable.
Whew, I think (*Crosses fingers*) that my writer's block might have gone away, if this somewhat massive chapter is any clue. (And to think that I thought the Birthday arc was huge. . .)
If you didn't notice with the song, I've completely fallen in love with Frozen! (One of the best movies ever! Right up there with RotG!) Love it so much!
Anyways. . .
I'd like to thank the guest who remarked that I should have more one-shots and less arcs. I know that I don't have many stand alones, and I am planning on not starting any new arcs after White Wings is finished up, at least for awhile. Thanks for your criticism, it really does help me! And to all my readers, please know that I am going to have a lot more one-shots in the future.
Thanks to all who have asked questions pertaining to White Wings! Your help has, well, helped immensely. I can always use more questions, especially if there is something you really want to know.
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