As Joy flew, she noticed it was getting colder and beginning to snow. Tears clouded her vision and she attempted to wipe them away. She was surprised when she bumped into someone and they both fell to the ground. "Hey, watch it!" a teenage boy with white hair told Joy.
"Sorry," she said, wiping tears from her face again.
"You ok?" he asked, offering his hand to help her up.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" she swatted his hand away.
"You sure? Cause you don't sound it."
"Who are you anyway?"
"Jack, Jack Frost, you?"
"Joy."
"Now that we've said hi, want to tell me what's wrong?" Jack leaned against his staff.
"I just…don't know who I am." That makes two of us, Jack thought, "Everyone keeps telling me, but I don't know if I should believe them. Pitch says one thing, the moon says another-"
"The moon?" Jack cut her off.
"Yeah, it sounds kind of crazy," Joy smiled at her realization.
"No, I believe you; he's talked to me before…once. All he told me was my name is Jack Frost."
"He talks to me too much. He keeps saying 'You are a Guardian.' How does he know who I am?"
"I wish he would tell me who I was. I'm not seen by anyone, or heard, or believed in, it sucks."
"I know what you mean."
"Why were we created if we weren't supposed to be seen?"
"I don't know, but hey, it can't be that bad."
"I've been at this for over 300 years, I'd beg to differ."
"Come on! Living forever? Getting to see things others can only imagine? Doing whatever you want, whenever you want? I don't know about you, but that sounds like a pretty good deal."
"You are really optimistic, aren't you?"
Joy shrugged, "I guess."
Unaware to Jack and Joy, Pitch was watching there little chat from behind a tree. Alone, hmm? He couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart at the thought. As Jack moved in closer to Joy, Pitch clenched his fists. "Well, I better go," Joy said at last, Finally, Pitch thought.
"Yeah, me too."
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you…for helping me clear my head."
"Sure, no problem. Bye, Joy," they both smiled and waved goodbye.
As Joy walked away, "I see you met Jack," Pitch said.
"Oh! Hey, Pitch."
"I see you had your 'moment alone.'"
"No, it's not like that, we flew into each other-"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine, we just bumped into each other and started talking."
"Glad you're alright, why don't we go home?"
"Sure."
Pitch's Lair
That night, as Joy lay in her bed, thoughts of both Jack Frost and Pitch Black swirled in her head. They are both really nice. But Pitch is all about fear, Jack is all about fun. But Jack acts like a kid, Pitch is more mature. She sighed and drifted off into a deep sleep.
She was running, she didn't know from what, but it wasn't good. "Joy!" she heard two voices say. She kept running until she ended up in someone's arms, Pitch's arms.
As Joy slept, the Nightmare King could sense her fear. Normally he loved it, but when he found the source of the fear, he froze in place. "Joy!" he yelled trying to get her to wake up. She was tossing and turning so he hugged her, trying to calm her down a little.
"I'm glad you're alright, let's go," he said.
"No, Joy, come with me," the other voice, Jack, said.
"No, Joy, come with us. Join us," the Guardians (who were the ones chasing her) said. She slowly walked over to them, drawn them like a bug to a light.
"No, Joy, you are not one of them," Pitch pleaded, but she kept walking. "Fine, have it your way," and an army of night-mares came out of the woods and charged.
She woke up with a gasp. "Oh, Joy, are you alright?" Pitch said. She put his arms around him.
"I had a nightmare," she whispered.
"I know, I know, but don't worry, it was just a bad dream." Pitch couldn't believe he was saying this, downplaying himself, but he was, For her…
"What time is it?" Joy asked.
"It's only 4 in the morning, why don't you get some more sleep, hmm?" Pitch said, laying her down on the bed. "Sweet dreams," he turned to walk away.
"Pitch?" he looked at her, "Stay…with me, please?"
"Sure," he lay down on the bed next to her.
"Thank you," she said with a huge smile as she fell into a peaceful asleep.
Pitch leaned on his side to watch the bright angle sleeping next to him, and smiled. Even though she was facing the other way, he could still imagine her perfect features. Her chocolate waterfall of curls flowed down along the sides of her face, a face with two emerald eyes; oh he could go on and on. He subconsciously pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled and leaned into his touch in her sleep. Pitch gasped and pulled away, what was he doing?
I am the Boogeyman, I am fear, not some love sick…Love? Is that what this is? No! You just love what her fairy dust can do. She is only a piece of the plan. Beside she wouldn't care for you, not when people like Jack Frost are around. "Frost," he lightly growled, quiet enough that he wouldn't wake up Joy. He looked down at her sleeping form, she was smiling. Is she really that happy? She is sleeping next to the Nightmare King and has a smile on her face? A beautiful smile…