So had someone ask for me to keep writing this and I want everyone to know this has already been writing to its ending, just taking my time in posting. After this though there is only one more chapter left, so enjoy.

The Wind was not happy as it whipped around and between the Guardians and Pitch. After Jack had run to his room and shut him out he had come back to the globe room and begun to show his displeasure. Tooth cried out at the attack and Bunny and North both let out shouts of surprise as the chill wind drove at them. Pitch and Sandy silently withstood the maelstrom until it abruptly stopped and once again the air was calm.

"What was that?"

"My guess would be, he was not overly happy with our upsetting of his little friend."

Sandy goes over to inspect the staff, drawing Bunny's attention to it.

"I don't think the Wind can do much to Jack anyway, not right now, not without him holding his staff."

"What makes you say that Bunny?"

"Remember when he dropped it afore, he dropped like a stone until he managed to grab it back up again."

They all seemed to remember that and North bent to pick up the staff and seemed to be examining it.

"I will put this someplace safe then. If Jack is not wanting it for now then we should make sure nothing happens to it."

The others agree and North takes it to his study. Meanwhile Bunny and Tooth decide to see if they can learn more from Sandy and Pitch about the Wind.

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High in the clouds, all the way at the top of the cloud castle's tallest point, Enlil awakens. His golden eyes shooting open and a scowl crossing his face as he sits up and stands from the bed. He was not happy. Those meddling Guardians and Pitch! They had scared Jack, his Jack. They had made him scared of the only friend he's had for the last 300 years. He had very good reasons for never bringing Jack to his castle, and even if he hadn't been able to tell Jack that, he had hoped he would give him the benefit of the doubt.

Enlil stormed from his room, nearly stomping his way down the stairs and into his courtyard. He blamed Pitch. The man had a flair for the dramatic and was probably thinking he was doing the boy a favor by scaring him away from his clutches. But he would never harm Jack. Jack was his, his everything. Jack was the only one Enlil could bring himself to care about. Carrying him around on his back when the two would travel felt so right, so perfect. So no, he could never harm Jack. Pitch on the other hand...

Reaching the platform marking the edge of his castle's territory Enlil pauses and looks out nervously. The scowl on his face replaced by a hesitant nervous look. In all the years since he had become the spirit of the four winds Enlil had never left his castle. Other's may call him a hermit and a shut in, but he had never seen the point of leaving. And even now, knowing he needed to explain himself to Jack he just stood there. He knew there was nothing to fear beyond his home, he had long traveled the world as the Wind. And many times since Jack had been reborn he had stood in this very same spot with the intention of finally introducing himself to the boy. But he never left, and he never brought Jack to him. He worried that should he bring the winter sprite to him he would be unable to let go, to let him leave. Needless to say he was well aware of how well Jack would take to captivity. So he refrained from bringing the boy to him.

Now though, now he had no choice. It was either leave and explain himself or lose the boy forever, and forever was a very long time. So taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he steps forward, plunging from the edge and zipping off, his destination the North Pole, Santoff Clausen.

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Jack had noticed when the Wind had left. His room was eerily quiet without the windows rattling from the attempts the Wind made to get in. With the quiet Jack began to think about what Pitch had said about him not really knowing the wind. The older man was right, Jack hadn't known as much about Wind as he was sure Wind knew about him. He was upset and hurt that the Wind had seemingly not trusted him to bring him to his home. A castle in the clouds, he wondered if Sandy knew where it was or how to get there. He did want to meet the spirit that was behind the Wind, but he knew he couldn't ask the Wind to take him there himself. Jack clenches his hands as if he was still holding his staff, only to be reminded of how he had thrown it away in anger and fear earlier.

And why fear? Well Jack honestly wasn't so sheltered that he didn't know what happened between two people that cared for each other. He had seen the occasional couple going at things in a car and seen the ladies that prowl the night to make a few dollars. No he was no stranger to those actions. And now as he thought about how the wind would hold and caress him he felt frost spreading on his cheeks. Suddenly the Wind not wanting to share him was not so innocent.

Groaning Jack buries his face against his knees. Eventually he moves to stand from the bed and head back down to where he was sure the others were worrying about him. Making his way he overhears them asking Pitch questions, and he is surprised the Boogeyman is still there but shrugs it off.

Stepping into the room he clears his throat. ""Um, hey."

"Jack!"

"Frostbite, you ok mate?"

"I'm fine, just you know, a little freaked out over everything. I think I need to go talk to Wind myself though. I need to ask him some questions."

Pitch arches an eyebrow curiously before speaking. "Questions?"

"Yeah." Jack scowls a bit at Pitch causing him to look away innocently. "I want to ask him for myself why he never showed himself to me."

"But why? He clearly is not caring to share that with you."

"I spent three hundred years with only him as a companion, the least I can do is hear him out. He may have had good intentions, or there may be a reason he couldn't bring me to meet him or he come himself. I think I owe him that much."

Before another word can be spoken the wind picks up and whirls about the workshop, thrusting open windows and slamming doors. Jack, Pitch and the Guardians barely register the white blur that streaks past them as the wind increases. And before any shouts or exclamations can be made the wind is dying down abruptly and revealing Jack wrapped securely in the arms of a tall man dressed all in white, with silver hair and gold eyes. The man is glaring at the Guardians and Pitch as he pulls Jack more securely to him, almost as though he is trying to protect the boy from them.

"Who are you?"

Bunny is the one to voice the question on everyone's mind as Jack just squeaks when the man seem to hold him more tightly, although Pitch does sense the nervousness and takes notice of the way that he seems to be trying to hide behind Jack just as much as he is holding Jack to him. He smiles in amusement as he puts a few things together and gets an idea of just who this mystery man is.

Jack begins to squirm in the man's grip, feeling very uncomfortable at the strange man holding him so tightly. He is also confused because despite knowing he had never met this man he felt familiar to him. "Lemme go, I'm not your teddy bear."

Hurt flashes on of the man's face and before anyone else can say or do anything Pitch is stepping forward.

"I do believe you are scaring the poor boy. Wind I presume?"

When Pitch address the man as the Wind the others all seem to take in the scene once more and realize that Pitch is most likely correct. It does not have them relaxing their guard though, the man still has Jack in his arms and doesn't look to be letting him go anytime soon.

"Wind?" Jack stops in confusion, voicing his own question. He feels the man nod into the back of his head and suddenly the familiar feel is placed. The safe and secure grip reminds of everytime the Wind had wrapped him in his currents to carry him off. "Ok then, mind letting up a bit then?"

The grip tightens for a moment before loosening, but Jack feels the hands fist in the back of his sweatshirt. Glancing over his shoulder he sees Wind ducking his head and looking every bit like a child trying to shrink away from unwanted eyes. Before he can ask what's wrong he is interrupted by Pitch chuckling. It unnerves most everyone there.

"Oh this is too precious. The powerful and nearly omniscient Wind is shy. No he's agoraphobic." While Pitch seems highly amused the rest look a bit confused until Bunny speaks up.

"'e's got a fear of leaving his house?"

Pitch is getting a rather potent death glare from over Jack's shoulder, but it does little to stop his now silent laughter. Jack, seeing how upset Pitch's remarks were making Wind forms a snowball and throws it at Pitch. It hits him dead in the face, ending Pitch's fit of laughter and causing him to look up and take notice of the crossed arms and scowl of the winter sprite.

"You must admit, it is rather amusing. He travels the world easily as the wind, but he's afraid to leave that castle of his."

"Leave him be Pitch, or I'll dump more snow on you."

Pitch shrugs, but his smile stays. He still finds the whole situation amusing.

Seeing that Pitch has finished Jack turns, feeling the fist in the back of his sweatshirt tightening slightly before allowing him to twist to face the taller man.

"Sorry about him, so, uh, what brings you down from your castle?"

It takes a moment and Wind refuses to meet anyone's gaze as he fiddles with Jack's sweatshirt, but eventually he speaks. "I, I didn't want you to be afraid of me. I wanted to, to not lose you because I hadn't tried to tell you why."

Jack's eyes widen and he takes in the shy man that is still clinging to his shirt like his life depends on it. "Why then?"

More fidgeting, "I tried to leave, many times to meet you. I never could though. I would stand on the edge for hours but I could never take that step. I thought of bringing you to me, but I knew if you came I wouldn't let you go. I couldn't do that, locking you away in my castle, you deserve to be free."

"That doesn't make a lick of sense. Why wouldn't you let him leave if you knew he would want to?"

Wind fidgets some more before responding. "Because, I, I love him and I didn't think I could let him go once I had him."

Frost crawls across Jack's cheeks at the confession and he turns away from the man clinging to him, not sure how to respond.

"Oh! That is too cute!" Tooth is fluttering around, she looks like she wants to rush over and give the two at the center of attention a big hug but is managing to restrain herself. Regardless her exclamation has Wind inching closer to Jack.

"Uh, well... So is your name just 'Wind' then or is there another name you go by?" Jack felt a change of topic was necessary if he was going to avoiding having frost everywhere, this was beyond embarrassing.

"I don't remember my name from before, but I like Enlil. It is one of the names I was given and I always found myself rather attached to it."

"Um, alright, Enlil it is. Uh, do you think you could let go of my shirt now. Not trying to be mean or anything, its just, uh, personal space."

At Jack's question Enlil looks a bit like a kicked puppy. He knew he shouldn't have said anything about how he felt about Jack, now the boy was sure to shun him. Slowly he uncurls his fingers from the blue fabric and releases it. Suddenly not sure what to do with his hands he fiddles with them and keeps his gaze on the floor. He is a bit surprised when Jack takes his hand and pulls him away from the rest.

"We need to talk though, so come on."

"Jack?"

"Don't worry North, I trust Enlil. I just don't think we need an audience." Tooth nods in agreement to Jack and busies herself with flitting around excitedly and mumbling to herself. The others all watch her curiously as Jack leads Enlil to his room.

Pitch also takes the opportunity to slink off and leave the pole. He had stayed longer than intended and quite frankly was not eager to overstay his welcome. Even if it was well worth it to finally see the shut in that was the Four Winds.

So was anyone expecting that, at all. Please leave a comment, thank you.