Hi Guys! Okay so its been a little while. I got out of the habit of writing but I'm trying to get back into it. I didn't really know how I was going to continue this but if I hadn't done it today I don't think I would have ever done it. Enough rambling! Here it is!

The next day found them all sitting around the large table in North's kitchen staring into their mugs of hot chocolate. They hadn't talked for a while now; they were all exhausted but knew they couldn't leave until they had talked. Jack couldn't take it any longer and spoke.

"Soooooo… are we gonna, like, talk, or can I go home?"

Bunny sighed and pushed his mug away,

"I think we need to talk about what we all saw.

"Why? We all saw it, what else is there?" Jack asked with a slight edge to his voice.

"Yours especially Jack, I don't think any of us quite understand what we saw, apart from the part with your sister."

"Well maybe I don't want to talk about it, maybe I'm sick of The man in the moon sticking his nose in where its not wanted. I mean, I don't feel any closer for the experience and I don't think any of you found it particularly enjoyable?"

"Why are you so angry at Manny, he usually has good reason for things he does." North looked quizzically at the boy, determined to find out what Jack had against him.

Jack slumped in his chair and refused to speak.

"Oh not this again," Bunny exclaimed exasperatedly, "Why don't you just grow up and stop being such a drama queen, we all saw everyone else's fears too, what makes you so special?"

North jumped in before more harsh words could be said,

"Dis is going no where! How about we all explain what we saw and see if that helps."

"Oh so were some kind of support group now are we?" Jack shook his head and crossed his arms. The others ignored him and told each other about their fears and asked questions about others. When it came to Jacks turn he took a deep breath, sat straighter in his chair and began,

"Once upon a time, there lived a very scared, lonely and confused winter sprite. No-one seemed to like this sprite ,even the person who had put him on this earth, so they ignored him and left him alone to fend for himself and that is how he stayed, alone and scared and confused. The End."

Before he could jump out of the window and make his escape, a pair of feathered arms wrapped around him, pinning him in place.

"Oh Jack." Tooth said trying and failing to hold back the tears. Jack however did not cry, he had learnt long ago that no-one came when he cried so he just leaned his head into Tooth's shoulder.

"We're all so sorry, how can we ever make it up to you."

"I don't want you to make it up to me; I just want it to never happen again."

Up in the sky inside of the moon a small man sat wiping a tear away from his eye. Wishing he could have done more for the boy. Wishing he had realised just how lonely he was.

A few days later Pitch heard a banging from outside of his lair. He stood up and tried to compose himself from the wreck he had become in the past few days. He put on his most imposing, scary face and went outside. What he found shocked, surprised, and angered him. That irresponsible annoyance of a winter spirit was sitting in one of the branches of a nearby tree, just lounging there, without a care in the world. The cheek!

"What in gods name do you want, Frost!"

"Geez, no need to be so on edge Pitch, it's just a social visit."

"Would you insult me so, as to think I would want to talk to the likes of you?"

Jack sighed and shook his head,

"She was your daughter wasn't she?"

Pitch froze.

"What did you say?" he asked his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"I saw the look on your face; it was your daughter wasn't it?"

"But…I-I I would remember if I had a daughter!"

"You don't remember do you?" Jack titled his head to one side in a very birdlike manner, "I know what that's like."

But Pitch had stopped listening. Finally. Finally, the answer he had been searching for, this person, this child, in his dreams that had haunted him for as long as he could remember. He felt tears pricking at his eyes in sadness and in joy.

"A daughter."

Then he realised that that idiot boy was still watching him. He put on his usual haughty demeanour,

"Get out of here Frost." He spat before disappearing into his lair.

Jack stayed perched in the tree for a while as he let a small smile shine through. He had always felt pity for the Boogeyman. He too was alone and apparently didn't have his memories. That look of joy and hope on Pitch's usually harsh features had warmed his heart and he left that place happy that he had made someone else feel as he had when he got his memories back. The moon shone down on him as the wind took him away as though asking for forgiveness.

"I will forgive you when you tell me why." Jack said but this time, when no answer came, it wasn't accompanied by the usual feeling of hopelessness but rather a feeling of peace. He would find out one day, he was sure.

Sorry if its a bit of a rubbishy ending but that's it for worst fears! I think I might have mentioned doing some kind of sequels to this but just putting them as another chapter here. Tell me what you think and if you would like a sequel/ follow up thing. Bye Guys!