For the next few days Jack relished the feeling of freedom, his heart feeling as light as the first snows of winter. He cried out happily into the night sky as he spread his arms wide.
The moon was not out tonight allowing the boy to feel like a bird let loose from its cage, the stern eyes of his 'father' could not haunt him as he touched the ground, looking at the spot he knew Pitch's lair was. As he neared the earth warmed before falling away, he smiled, was Pitch allowing him into his home?
The first time he knew it was the man wanting to scare him, to see what his plan was, not that he had one apart from what he had told him. He had visited once since that day, having to channel his frost into the earth, the magic creating a passage for him. Boy had Pitch been mad when he had walked in, though he had had a look that Jack would almost call impressed as well.
He jumped into the darkness, following the tunnel to the main chamber.
"Jack Frost, so nice to see you." The nightmare king greeted sarcastically from his throne.
With a smirk Jack bowed, "My king you look well," He said before floating over to stand in front of the other, "at least as well as someone who's grey can look."
"You are not one to talk frost. You're as pale as death and just as cold. Maybe you should go on vacation, I hear Hawaii is nice this time of year, get some colour into your skin. I could send you there in a heartbeat with my shadows, it'd do you good." He hissed, eyes blazing.
The boy smirked despite the man's death threat, "Nice to know you care."
They stared at one another for a moment, gazes challenging the other to try something. Pitch stood from his seat, towering over Jack yet refusing to blink, this had happened his previous as well. They knew no one would win in the end, they didn't need to blink, heck they didn't even need to breath half the time, Jack was practically a ghost and Pitch was...well he was complicated, Jack wasn't really sure what he was.
Unlike last time however, Pitch was the first to look away, he sighed and pushed the frost spirit aside with a flick of his hand, the shadows doing his bidding.
"I do not have time for your shenanigans today, Frost. I have work to do."
Jack tensed, "You're not currpting dream sand and trying to make the children not believe again are you?"
Pitch laughed, "My power isn't nearly enough to try something like that presently though... corrupting dreams, I can hardly deny that." Seeing Jack about to say something from the corner of his eye he waved him off, "Sanderson and I are at an agreement on that matter. Not everyone can have good dreams and adults are out of his jurisdiction." With that the boogieman vanished, leaving Jack alone in his lair.
'If he had work why did he let him in?' The frost spirit thought huffily, now what was he going to do? He had already done his work; bringing winter to London had been pretty fun.
The others were probably busy and it was late so Jamie was asleep.
His mind went to the winter fairies, he had always been on good terms with them, their powers much like his own; they had even tried to make him their prince once much to Seraphina's amusement. Maybe he could visit them.
He smirked and left, flying up into the starry sky.
As he flew across the town he saw a flash of gold and zoomed after it, "Sandy!" he yelled though the golden man had not heard him.
He followed him, his curiosity increasing as he saw none other than Pitch Black Join the man when Sandy finally stopped on top of an office building. Jack hid behind a sign and watched as the two worked together, Sandman signing something before floating up on a cloud and weaving his sand just as he usually did while Pitch stood atop the roof, his own sand reaching out into the windows of a few houses.
They're sands would twist together as they travelled through the streets, only splitting off when in front of the house to find its sleeping occupants.
It was strange to see the two co-operating even though Pitch had told him they had come to an agreement.
He briefly wondered if the other knew but guessed they didn't as he couldn't see them going along with the idea so easily.
There were a few screams and the silver haired boy shook his head slightly as the grey skinned man laughed joyously, satisfied with the reactions to his work.
He looked to Sandy and was shocked to see him smiling at his opposite before those golden eyes landed on Jack's hiding place. They looked at each other for a moment, Sandy with amusement and Jack with dread. If Sandy knew he was here chances were Pitch did too, especially since Jack was in the shadows; the elder man's domain and yet Pitch did not turn to him once, too happy continuing giving tonight's chosen victims nightmares.
Glancing at Sandy once more, this time with a smile he silently flew off in the direction of the winter fairies spring settlement, for a moment he pondered staying but thought better of it when Pitch had glanced over at his hiding place nearing the end of his manic laughter, eyebrow raised. He had blushed a shade of blue before giving sandy a silent goodbye. Sandy.
'I wonder why he agrees to allow Pitch to spread nightmares albeit under his watch but still,' Jack thought with a slight frown, 'who had come up with that arrangement?' he wondered.
AN: So short chapter today. Just wanted to update and progress this along.
If I think this is going nowhere I may abandon this. Just a heads up. It feels like this has been done before...