Hello again and sorry for the long wait! I don't want to make excuses but I hit a bit of a writer's block. No worries though! I've completely overcome it and have got the next chapter written and ready to go for Monday. I'll also try posting to my other story, Destroyed, then as well. Without further ado, here's the next installment (which is really more of a filler). Hope you all enjoy!


The Guardians fought with everything they were worth but it still took them much longer than they would have liked to finish the fight and continue on their way. They knew they were close to Jack, knew that they had won the fight much too easily and dread pulsed in each of their hearts at North quickly flew them towards the darkest area in Antarctica, a darkness that was much too thick and all encompassing to be natural.

"We must hurry. Pitch is here," North muttered to the other three who nodded or murmured their agreements. North gave another snap of his reigns and quickly steered the sleigh towards the ground where he could faintly hear small sobs that tore at his heart and the heart of the others.

"Oh Jack," Tooth whispered, her hands clenching tightly into the feathers of her legs. Bunny gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Sandy gently grabbed one of her hands.

"We'll help 'im, sheila. It might take awhile, but he'll come 'round. Always does," Bunny told her. She nodded once in acknowledgement before the sleigh touched the ground. They all jumped out and started towards Jack when they saw Pitch appear in front of him.

"No!" North whispered loudly before picking up his pace, Sandy directly behind him and Bunny and Tooth rushing ahead of him. They were close when they saw the tendrils snap towards Jack, pulling him into them, Pitch disappearing along with them after one last smug laugh in their direction.

"No! Jack! Jack!" Tooth screamed as she flit towards the dissipating darkness, desperation showing clearly through her voice.

"Pitch, ya coward! Get back 'ere and fight like a man, ya bloody wanker!" Bunny screamed. He had pulled out his boomerangs and clenched them tightly, his ears flattened against his head threateningly and fur standing up straight. There was no reply.

"We must find him. Quickly. Pitch will not be kind," North said angrily as he reached them and began pacing back and forth quickly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Obviously," Bunny bit back. "Do ya think he brought 'im back ta his lair? The one by Frostbite's lake?" he asked quietly, grip loosening slightly on his boomerangs.

"Is possible. Can not hurt to check, might find clues, no? At any rate, have no better leads," North murmured back, plans already racing through his mind. Sandy looked around them, searching for any sort of clue. Finding nothing, his shoulders slumped dejectedly before he noticed a very thin trail of floating black sand twisting through the air. Furrowing his eyes, Sandy approached it, wondering if Pitch was trying to trick them. What he found instead, however, was that the wind was holding the sand in its grip, obviously ready to escort them as best as it could to Jack.


Pitch continued laughing as he and the boy appeared back in his newest lair which rested deep in the depths of a cave in the mountain range of Pyrenees at its highest point, Aneto. It would take awhile for the Guardians to find them, of that he was sure, so he knew he could have some fun with the boy before he started his grand plan of defeating the Guardians once and for all. First though, he had to wait for the boy to wake and remember everything that had happened to him that day.

Then, though, the real games could begin. He would show Jack Frost what fun was.


Jack's dreams were dark and full of shadowy figures that whispered harsh words into his ears, words that cut straight into his soul. He fought desperately to wake up but found that he just sunk deeper into his nightmares. He knew that that meant he should stop struggling but it was in his nature to fight back with all his worth when there was a possibility of escape, of reprieve. He couldn't make himself stop struggling. So he sunk deeper and deeper until he was hopelessly lost and completely stuck.


The wind howled as it watched Jack be snatched away right out of its grip. Its only consolation was that the Guardians were there and very obviously ready and willing to get its boy back. So it grabbed some of the evil sand and squashed down on it, holding it in place and dragging it in the direction of its boy, hoping with its entire soul that the Guardians would be able to find it and understand that it would lead them straight to where they wanted to go. Sure, it would take time to get there, time the wind knew Jack didn't really have, but it was better than waiting for them to search everywhere fruitlessly and keep Jack in Pitch's grip longer than was healthy. For any of them.