A brown haired girl flew through the air emotionlessly. A storm was going on all around her, the winds howling all around her angrily and the rain flying harshly, stinging anyone who'd walk through it with its icy coldness. Of course, this girl wasn't. She controlled all storms, the rain in it, the thunder and lightning and the wind. As well as that, she could also create rainbows if there was just enough water left in the atmosphere.

Her eyes ranged in colours of her natural eye colour, brown, as well as blues and yellows. This naturally happened when creating storms, and was nothing normal.

She stopped and looked around at the storm she was creating, glad that no one had interfered with it yet, especially that winter spirit. Just thinking about him made her rage with anger, as a sudden bold of thunder crashed to the ground and the roll of thunder after it.

The girl felt a sudden pull inside her, one that she was familiar with, and she listened to that feeling and did what it told her to do. She faced the lady before her, whose body seemed blurred and made out of mists and clouds. Only the woman's face was recognizable, as well as her long black hair.

"Yes, mistress?" The girl asked, bowing slightly and adjusting her grip on her staff.

She took a moment to answer, sighing before speaking. "Spirit of Storms, I know how much you despise the Spirit of Winter…." Already, the girl did not like where this was going, and looked down slightly.

"If he comes to you, asking for your assistance, you do not hesitate to except, do you understand?"

There was a moment of silence between them except for the storms winds howling around the two immortals. "Yes, mistress…" The girl finally said, and the women's lips formed a smile. "Thank you." And the women vanished as soon as she had appeared.

Thunder once again crashed to the ground and the thunder rolled after it.

"Frost."

She said, anger rising in her voice. "Why the bloody hell should I help him?!" She shouted, and the storm picked up.

Valentine flew to a tree, looking over the house. She was debating if this was the right thing to do, something she hadn't done since joining Pitch Black. She just couldn't bring herself to do this, at least not just yet.

"Hesitating, my dear?"

She didn't bother turn around, because she knew the voice.

"No. Just thinking."

"I know what you are thinking, if this is right or not. Well, remember about how broken you felt when Jack left you. The only person who really talked to you, and was your only friend. He threw that away because of a simple accident, now it's your turn to make him feel the way you did."

Pitch stood next to her, smiling widely which showed off his sharp and pointed teeth, one tooth missing because of the punch Tooth had given him before being sealed.

There was silence, as the now grey haired girl was in her mind still wondering if this was a good idea. She sighed, and looked at the house again.

"Okay."

Pitch disappeared, and it took Valentine a minute to fly over to the window and look in. The brown haired boy lay asleep in his bed, and she could see the yellow dream sand float above his head and showing his dreams that were in his mind.

She chuckled slightly at the sight of this, staring at the boy who had no clue she was there when ever him and Jack where outside having a good time without her, watching from a distance.

"Aw, so innocent, for someone who is almost an adult."

She walked slowly over to his bed, grinning slightly.

"Isn't it time for you to grow up?" Valentine commented, and carefully, she touched the image of the yellow dream sand.

Instantly, it was over taken by the black nightmare sand, and the boy turned restlessly in his sleep. Since it was such a small amount, she was able to control it, and give him the nightmare she wanted to give him.

Jack sighed, still making his way to the workshop. He had just recently reached the pole, and was debating if he should tell the others or not. It seemed like the best thing to go, but how would they react?

Would they want to seal her like Pitch?

Would they help safe her?

Would they call her a traitor, and never let her into the workshop, warren, or any of the other places again?

"Oh gees, Valentine…" He said to himself, running a hand through his snow white hair and sighed, his breath coming out in a mist, even though he was a spirit and the winter one at that.

"What have you gotten yourself into?"

There was a moment of silence from the boy, when he finally whispered the words, "I'm sorry." And wishing he was able to tell his best friend that…

Suddenly, a surge of unbearable pain coursed through his whole body, causing his deep blue eyes to widen and his free hand went to his chest and gripped his blue hoodie tightly, the other gripping his staff in the same fashion.

Breathing suddenly became harder to do, and everything hurt inside and outside of him. He wanted to scream, but couldn't.

Nothing would come out.

Another pain shot through him, and this time he did scream as loud as he could and shut his eyes tightly.

The winter spirit suddenly lost consciousness, and fell to the snowy ground, unable to stand the unbearable pain that went through him.

He lay motionless, except for his ragged breathing and a pained expression on his face.

A yellow light glowed near him, and dream sand floated down to him. Soon after, Sandy stood there looking at the young spirit with a worried expression on his own face. What had caused the boy to suddenly lose consciousness? The Sandman wondered to himself.

The sand formed underneath Jack, and lifted him up off the ground and into the air gently. Sandy sat next to the boy, and the dream cloud headed for the workshop, which Sandy had just left from before seeing Jack fall out of the sky.

"LIAR!" The girl screamed at the tall figure, her fists clenched. "You said he wouldn't hurt THAT MUCH!" Rage was running through the girl unable to stand this man at the second. Twice he had lied to her one way or another, and she did not like being lied to.

Pitch frowned slightly at the girl, and put his hand up to silence her.

"I said he'd fell pain, but not for very long. The pain caused him to become unconscious, which is what I meant for not very long."

Valentine didn't care about what he meant, but decided to back down anyways. Her fists continued to be clenched tightly, and would have drawn blood from her palm if she were mortal due to her nails digging into her pale flesh.

Once again, Flame and Lina watched from the side. Flame smiled slightly at the girls carelessness, and found this rather amusing.

"You crush the belief of a Guardians first believer, and unbearable pain will course through every part of their body, inside and out, until they can't take it anymore and eventually lose consciousness."

Pitch explained to the girl, who did not know this beforehand. She sighed, and relaxed a bit. Something in her kept telling her this was very wrong to do, and that she needed to stop before someone got hurt.

Valentine ignored this feeling.

There was silence throughout the lair, finally broken by Pitch's soft chuckling.

"Why are you so distressed? Do you not want him to feel the pain that you felt? Being alone? Ignored? Unwanted? Don't you want him to feel that pain and regret ever yelling at you, and calling you useless?"

These words echoed in Valentine's mind, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Besides…" She turned around and faced the man, something showing in her eyes no one in the room could make out to be.

"Don't you want these? Your memories?" He said, holding out a golden tube to the girl, which had a picture of her but with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes, and the image was smiling at her.

Valentine froze slightly, just staring at the tube. She seemed to have turned into a statue.

Pitch noticed this, and laughed, tucking it into his long coat and smiling at her.

"Be a good little nightmare girl, and you shall have these, deal?"

There was silence, until Valentine finally nodded, and said, "Deal."

He smiled. "Good." He hissed, and Valentine looked away, feeling defeated.

A week passed, before the winter spirit finally woke up. At first, he was completely confused as to where he was. This certainly wasn't outside the North Pole, where he remembered passing out into the snow.

His head suddenly throbbed, and he held it with his hands, groaning in pain. Everything ached in him, as if he just ran a marathon or more.

"You're awake." Came a female voice from beside him, but couldn't make it out very well. His head throbbed too much.

"Valentine?" He said weakly, and looked up.

Instead of seeing the pink he so much hoped to see, it was instead met by a girl who wore feathers of green, blue and yellow, and her eyes were a sparkling violet.

Tooth smiled worriedly, and shook her head. "No. She's gone missing, remember?"

Jack fell back onto the bed with a groan, disappointment filling all over him, and then suddenly remembered what happened to his best friend, shaking his head lightly.

"No… I know where she is Tooth.."

Her wings fluttered a bit in happiness, and she smiled more. "Where?" She said hopeful, but it took Jack a while to reply back to her, weighing his chances with just telling Tooth.

"Promise not to say anything to the others. At least, not yet."

She looked at him odd, her smile fading. "Wh-"

"Just promise, okay?" He didn't feel like explaining himself until after he told Tooth were the younger girl had gone too. After a while, Tooth finally nodded and promised not to tell. It took a lot of courage for him to finally speak.

"She sided with Pitch…"

He heard Tooth gasp, and she brought her hands to her mouth, unable to believe what she heard. "N-no…"

"It's the truth, but I think she is being controlled or blackmailed or something… She wouldn't do that on her own will I bet..."

There was silence between the two Guardians, before Tooth finally sighed and stood up, and walked over to the door. "You're in North's Workshop by the way. Sandy found you, and brought you here. You should rest a bit longer then come out when you feel better." She smiled over her shoulder to him, before opening the door and leaving, gently shutting it behind her.

Jack then began to wonder if telling her was really a good idea or not, but finally decided it was possibly a good one, since he trusted she wouldn't tell anyone. After a while, he fell asleep once again after suddenly becoming tired and only slept for about an hour.

His dream was of Valentine, before she had sided with Pitch, and when he woke up, he noticed he had been crying slightly in his sleep…