Toothiana

I excused myself from the Guardians as they contemplated whether or not to talk to Manny, and flew out of the workshop, perching on the top of the building. I couldn't stop seeing the look he'd given me in there. A look so filled with hate and anger, it would've made the bravest of men cower.

I guess I deserved it. I mean, it is my fault he's here. I thought, disappointedly. I looked up at Manny, hopelessly lost. What do I do, Manny? I should hate him. He hurt the children, my fairies and me. But I can't. Help me. Please. I begged, weakly.

Manny shone brightly, illuminating the snow around me. I looked around, curiously, as the snow spun. A smile spread over my face, as the snow transformed into a small snowman. "Jack, it's rude to sneak up on people." I laughed, softly.

"I wouldn't call it sneaking," He grinned, floating over to me and sitting beside me. "Are you alright?"

"Of course," I lied, looking up at Manny, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, but you've been acting strange since we beat Pitch last week." He noted, rubbing his snowy hair.

"It's been stressful," I shrugged, drawing my knees to my chest. "Pitch attacked my fairies. It's not something I take lightly."

"I could tell from the punch," He chuckled, before frowning, "Actually, you were acting weird after that." I looked down at him, shocked at his knowledge. "Is this about Pitch? Do you feel bad for him?"

I hesitated, looking down through the window; we sat on, at North, Bunny and Sandy, "He was our family, Jack. But when we offered him a place as a Guardian, he left and became Pitch Black." I sighed, placing my hand on the window, "It's as though they've all forgotten."

"You really care about him," Jack's frowned deepened, as he looked at my face, "Even after everything he's done to you, to the guardians, to the children?"

I shrugged, looking away from the Guardians, my family. "You never turn your back on your friends, Jack. He's made mistakes but deep down, he's lonely. He wants to be believed in, to have a family." I told him, weakly, "If we turn our backs on him, we'll be depriving him of the one thing he wants most in the world. I couldn't do that to him."

Jack looked down at the Guardians, slowly, "Do they know how you feel about Pitch?"

"They know the one thing I care most about is family. Pitch is family." I told him, simply, not mentioning the extent of my caring. "I won't turn my back on him for anyone. Not even them." I looked down at them, weakly, watching as they laughed together, tapping their cups.

"Tooth, what-?" Jack began, looking up at me.

I shook my head, standing up, "We'd better get back. Don't tell the others anything, okay?"

He nodded, quickly, standing up, "Sure, I won't. But-"

I flew away, quickly, not wanting to answer his questions. Especially when I didn't know many answers myself.