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A/N: Dear kat, yes, yes you do. But I'll try my best to keep it as non-spoilerish as possible (I've already probably failed). To HikaruWinter, glad you like the fudge. To Spskater411, I now understand…and thanks for enjoying.
Also, my dear, dear readers, if all goes as planned, this story will only have one to two chapters left. So keep strong, for the true Danny/Jack shall appear at last in the very last chapter (hopefully I don't fail—I'm not really good with sexual scenes).
Chapter fourteen: The exchange
Recap: "Good dreams are all that is," Danny finished with a whisper, "and soon they'll forget who it is they owe said good dreams to…"
"Exactly," Pitch finally spoke, grey arms—seriously, grey? What was he supposed to resemble, a cloudy day?—crossed, "Sandy would vanish."
"And all dreams along with him…" the hero declared, eyes sparkling in realization, fist pumped into the air. Alas, another realization hit soon after (he was really getting good at this; they didn't hurt when they hit anymore). "But why Amity Park?"
And why would a guy who looks so fraken evil give a damn about the Sandman?
"Eh…" coughed Jack, eyes wandering around aimlessly, staff twirling between thin fingers, "it was at random?" he answered nervously.
"Random?"
"We kidnapped one of North's Elves, tied a dart to his head, and then spun around, throwing it at the glob with our eyes closed."
Did the Boogeyman seriously just say that?
And who the hell was North?
"Danny," Jack called, eyes silently beseeching him, begging him to listen (oh, he just wanted to have his way with the boy right then and there…), "In order for the children to believe in the existence of nightmares—and thus Pitch—he needs to gain enough power to actually send nightmares to everyone in the world. However, due to being beaten, he has little, so we need to cultivate that power within a small town, and then increase the radius."
"Then can't you do it somewhere else?" the hero sighed, blatantly ignoring the cries for help as the cute nightmares went about their work—seriously, Amity Park has had encounters with some of the most vicious and blood thirsty ghosts in the whole world (or Ghost Zone), and yet they feared cute horsys and adorable mice? The town's folk have been too spoiled as of late it seemed; let them learn their lesson. No one, and he meant no one, forgot what it was like to fight evil plant monsters that screamed tentacle rape on his watch!
"Shall we throw another elf?" the Boogeyman questioned; valiantly holding his ground against the snow beauties sudden glare, "this still doesn't answer why you moved on from Amity Park."
"I didn't move on," Pitch corrected, "I simply wasn't able to obtain enough fear here, so I had to send some of my Nightmares elsewhere."
Ah, so his people (oh yes, his people, far as anyone in Amity Park was concerned, Danny was king) had backbones after all. Deciding to take pity on the sobbing masses, Danny proposed an ultimatum, "why don't you attack New York? Hell, you can even go for Washington."
The pair (oh, he hated using that phrase, Jack belonged to him damnit! Speaking of Jack…what was he?) stared, then blinked, and wound up laughing. "I like him." The Nightmare King commented, whipping his eyes, "I approve of the relationship, Jack Frost."
Ah, so Jack, his snowball, was Jack Frost….wait, what?! And what did Severus' brother mean when he said he approved? And why did Jack have to make it so dosh gone difficult not to jump him right now? Seriously, that blush, blue and sweet, and totally taking Danny's mind elsewhere, was going to kill him!
"It appears the elf idea didn't work my friend." Pitch laughed, golden orbs shimmering in mirth that screamed of Jack's influence, as he dodged flying icicles. "I'll head to New York," the Boogeyman continued, his attention now on Danny, "so long as you promise to take care of Jack."
Oh, I'll be doing more than that, his mind screamed, but before Danny could utter a single word Pitch was doused in snow. And the dance of light and dark began.
Danny would have been jealous, and he was, slightly, but for now he was just grateful for the distraction. He needed to take care of something rather…ahem…personal.
And once the two friends are done frolicking in the snow, his inner Sam whispered teasingly, you can set about getting into Jack Frost's pants…
He really shouldn't be thinking about this, and he really shouldn't be having such desires for a boy (no, if Pitch was to be trusted—which Danny strangely felt was so, must be the whole Severus vibe—then Jack was way older than him by far) he had barely meet.
Yet, for reasons only Clockwork would ever know, he didn't really give a fuck.
Jack was his, he loved him…
By the gods, Danny was in love…
Oh man, did this mean he was suffering from love at first sight?
But Jack was a snowball then…so love at first sound?
Was that even possible?