MY GOD OF JEEZ.

I have been gone from this longer than I've been gone from ANY FANFIC EVER. I've just been so busy, lazy and unmotivated. But I'm getting there, one snail-pased chapter at a time...

I'm going to be straight with everyone, I drifted away from motivation and interest in the movie and got interested in other things, but I kept saying to myself that I needed, and wanted to finish this. Though its hard to write some of the paragraph because my motivation bar is dragging me towards doing something else, I slowly got into this chapter again.

I want to focus on Jack, Anguish, Pitch, Genevieve and Jo in this story.

Another thing is that I've gotten little feedback for the new chapters and along with feeling a little de-motivated by this, I'm also getting the feeling that I'm boring my readers. If that's the case, please alert me and I'll try and do something.

To all those who Favorited, follow and read this thanks for being patient and I hope you like this awful chapter. Thanks everyone!

Chapter 11: Enthusiasm.

Sandy and Jo were sat by the small river in the depths of Tooth's mountain; the only sound present being that of Bunnymund and North's urgent, yet lowered voices. They spoke as if their voices, when raised too high, could cause another disaster.

Questions had jumped up from everywhere; where Jo had been, who in the name of the Man in the Moon he'd been with, specifically the girl that had attacked Pitch. For whoever she was, she'd left Tooth kneeling quietly beside the paintings on the walls, holding a tooth box gently in her delicate hands, her usually joyful face set in one of sorrow.

Jo turned his head away from the sight, his thoughts moving back to Ducky. He hadn't known her for very long- but the sudden change in expression had been beyond unnerving. You'd think one would be accustomed to unnatural looking things, after the years Jo spent like this...

He glanced towards Jack Frost, eerily similar to himself, a soft, thoughtful frown upon his face. Then, Jo noticed something settled in his hood- Something grey, fluffy and staring straight back at him.

The small rabbit hopped down from the inside of Jack's blue hood, something the elder boy noticed with a turn of his head, and trotted over to where Jo and Sandman sat. Sandy was still deep in thought and had not yet noticed him.

Jo offered a small smile. "Guess a lot of people are being caught up in this mess." The rabbit tilted his head, looking up at him. Then, he nodded with a small sigh. Jo's head raised when he heard the sound of feet against grass, and exchanged a short, an unreadable glance with Jack as he wandered over to Tooth's side.

"We have to think of some kinda plan." Bunnymund piped up from nearby, and as Sandy and Jo came to stand beside he and North, he went on, "Pitch is attacking Tooth's job first, who's ta say he won't go after ours righ' afta?"

"How was he able to conjure so many Nightmares?" Jo asked out of the blue, earning a few questioning looks from the other guardians sans Tooth. Ayver hovered quietly a few feet behind them, watching. "I mean, He hasn't been that powerful in a long time...a lot of less kids believe in him." Jo couldn't help but feel like someone was staring coldly at the back of his head.

North, upon being reminded of Pitch's assaults, couldn't help but chuckle as he looked over at Bunnymund. "You should have seen Bunny..." He chortled, probably referring to how worked up the pooka had been during the fight. The latter's nose wrinkled angrily in response.

Jo turned his head to look back over at Jack and Tooth, who now approached one of her most recognisable paintings upon the smooth, sun kissed rock wall. The image of children holding up their memory-blessed teeth towards the brightly coloured Guardian who protected them.

Jack walked on the water; freezing it to ice the second his cold skin made contact with the surface.

Jo slowly began to approach them, and also began to catch their conversation. Jack face was moulded once again into that strange, slightly confused frown, and Tooth's voice carried past him as he gazed up at the painting.

"We help them." Was all Jo heard, though it was enough to establish whatever point she was making. "We had everyone's here. Yours, too."

Something changed in Jack's still, listening posture, and suddenly both he and Jo lifted their heads towards Tooth in alarm. But Jo's was for a different reason. Pitch had all the teeth...including his own. A shudder travelled past his shoulders.

"M-My memories?" Jack question, turning away from where Tooth had placed her hand on his shoulder. His expression became vacant.

"From when you were young- From before you became Jack Frost." Tooth only then noticed Jack's look. The boy stepped away from her, head shaking slowly and hesitantly from side to side. When he finally looked back at her, his eyes were wide and confused.

"But...I-I wasn't anyone before I was Jack Frost." He continued to move back. Jo watched him with a slight frown mouthing 'what' to himself.

Tooth looked at him sincerely, hovering forward. "Well of course you were. We were all someone before we were chosen."

Jo turned his head away, slowly, but his eyes stayed on Jack, who looked like someone who had just been hit with unimaginable news. He didn't seem to be looking at anything; his eyes stared right through the ground. His voice was low and husky.

"B-but I just thought...I always assumed..." Then, his eyes snapped up to meet Tooth's shaky hand raised as he spoke. "Are...are you saying I had a life...a Home...and a family?"

Jo remained silent. The hopeful voice sounding in his tones, for some reason pulled at something inside him. Tooth tilted her head.

"You...really don't remember."

A ghost of a smile came upon Jack's excited, breathless expression. "All these years and the answers where right here- If I find my memories, I'll know why I'm here!"

Again something about Jack's elated, almost innocently excited tone made Jo feel a sharp pang in his chest. It made him feel...sad.

It sounded a bit farfetched to Jo, but nevertheless Jack leaped into the air and looked back at Tooth. "You have to show me!"

"You can't." Jo finally spoke, and at last the two of them looked at each other. Jack's eyes narrowed questioningly. "Pitch has them."

Jo didn't know what caused the stiff tone in his voice, but Jack didn't seem to noticed and dropped back to the floor, pointing his staff towards the smaller boy. "Then we gotta get them back!"

"I know." Jo said, again wondering why on earth his voice made him sound like some sort of stiff stranger, "But-"

"Oh No..."

Tooth's gasp and trembling voice brought everyone's attention to her, and Jo caught sight of some of her feathers fluttering down to the ground morbidly. Tooth's head feathers stood on end, and the painting behind her began to disintegrate. Jo watched as the colours and images quickly but surely crumbled away like sand.

He was about to offer Tooth some sort of comfort when a feeling gripped his body and head, like water pouring over him. A horrible, sinking feeling overcame him like his heart was dropping, and he suddenly felt cold. He stumbled backwards and stripped, landing on his backside beside an alarmed Sandman.

He did not notice he was there, however, as the chill going through him increased. As if by instinct rather than choice, the familiar blue brim of light came upon his vision. His sight spread all over the place, flickering images, rushing blurs from place to place- seeing the hidden silver light of belief upon children began to fade as they pull their pillows back...and find the tooth fairy never came.

Jo's breath caught in his thought.

"The children...we're too late."

"What's wrong with you?" Jack asked, frowning down at Jo as the other finally managed to focus, looking back at him with a frown. "You've gone as white as a sheet."

Sandman patted Jo's shoulder, and looking over at his Mentor, Jo saw a reassuring smile. But he wasn't reassured at all.

"NO!"

They all nearly leapt from their skin as North spread his duel blades, fists clenched and shoulders hunched as if he was readying for battle. "No such thing as too late!"

Then the large man began rotating on his heavy feet, fingers tapping against his swords, eyes screwed shut in concentration, looking though his head for an idea. Then, the large eyes snapped open, and his sword flew out towards Bunnymund, who leaned back with wide eyes.

"IDEA!"

Jo and Sandy exchanged enthusiastic but wary glances. North pointed his swords back and forth between them all, looking as happy as a child on well, Christmas. "We...will collect the teeth!"

His happy enthusiasm was enough to make Jo forget about the horrible feeling he'd just had. But Tooth's worried voice soon made it ebb away.

"We're talking about seven continents, millions of kids-"

"Tooth." Jo stated, now on his feet with his grin in place, Jack raising his pale brow for some reason,

"This is Santa, The Easter Bunny and the Sandman we've got here. Think about all the things they do in one night!"

Bunnymund smirked and gave Jo a friendly nudge "Kid's righ', mate. We're all up fer it!"

Sandman, soundless, raised both thumbs North giving a sure sort of nod towards Tooth. A smile slowly returned to Tooth's face, and they all slowly turned to look at Jack.

"And, Mr Snowmiser, If you help us, we can get you your memories." Jo said, speaking before anyone else could. Jack gave a grin that seemed challenging, but enthusiastic none the less.

"I'm in."

The sleigh was speeding out from the mountain quicker than a blink, Jo sitting at the side when he suddenly remembered Ducky and the others. Perhaps they could help...after all, they got him here...

Jack hopped beside him like a squirrel. Jo looked at him with a small frown. "Can I ask you something?"

Jo glanced from side to side. "What?"

"Are you English?"

Anguish watched the sleigh speed through the portal, leaving the pink-hued sky around the palace and vanishing from sight. His hands were placed tight behind his back, and he knew if he had an heartbeat, it would be pounding at an alarmingly fast rate.

So close. So close as they had no idea how serious, how large the sheer extent of how big this was. It only served to make him feel more nervous.

In all honesty, he never thought he'd be back at Tooth's palace after the incident with Ducky. The black figure that was Anguish stuck out from the bright, fluffy colours like a sore thumb, and he couldn't help feeling exposed; out of place. So, with a sigh o calm his nerves, he slipped against the shadows of the palace, musing to himself that at least Ayver was with people that could protect him for now.

That is, if he didn't fall from Jack's hood.

Pitch glared at the broken globe before him; bright eyes gleaming dangerously in the darkness. The fearlings stirred restlessly in the shadows, now darker and hissing louder than they ever had. Pitch's breath was heavy, and his pointed shoulders raised and fell slowly with every exhale.

He knew the lights fading on the globe should make him happy. He knew that the power he could feel surging in him, the built up fear that was flying all around him, should make him feel more powerful, more...in control.

But the girl.

She'd returned. And he felt...threatened. Something deep inside that he thought had long since languished had flickered, and it made him feel sickeningly vulnerable, like a worm exposed to the sunlight. Images of the purple lightning that struck him only served to challenge his wrath.

He stepped forward, placing a bony hand on the globe, glaring at the lights as if they were a personal enemy.

His face contorted into a frown, though his sharp teeth curled in a lifeless smirk.

My dear, little Genevieve. I'm afraid Daddy's too strong now...

Anyone who gets The reference that Jo made to a certain ragtime song singer gets a cookie XD

Pitch be threatening...Oh look, Anguish is back.