Pitch slammed the doctor against the wall, his golden eyes dark with rage. "What the hell did you do to him?!"

"Mr. Pitchner! Please, you have to stop this!" She put a gentle hand to his shoulder. The big man simply stared at the two.

"I am sorry, but you will have to refresh memory. I have treated many a 'him' over the years." He spoke with a heavy Russian accent.

"Jack...I'm not really sure about his last name." Pitch looked down at the tiny woman beside him. "What's his last name?"

"North. This is him. Without a doubt. I did my research."

"No, I mean...Jack never did tell me his last name." He gave a sad smile. "I don't even know his last name."

"Oh. His last name is Frost. Jack Frost."

The doctor shook his head. "The name does not ring bell. I am sorry."

"He has a...a machine on his head. You said he wouldn't be able to live without it. You condemned him."

The man's face completely changed to an unreadable expression. "Now, that is something I remember. Sad case, no? To be so reliant on machine to live..."

"So you do remember him?" Pitch glared at him, baring his teeth. "What the hell did you do to him? You've sent him to hell!"

"He is alive, is he not? I let him live."

"You've killed him! The one I love...he has been living in hell ever since that day!"

"Please, sir." Tooth looked up at the doctor with pleading eyes. "We just want to save him. The man you let 'save' his life is not a good man. Since that day, Jack has been abused mentally and physically. We don't want him to have to go through any of that anymore. You're our last hope. If we can prove that there was never any need for the device to begin with, we can set him free and put that man away for what he has done."

North's blue eyes blinked in shock. "It has truly been so bad for the boy? I would not wish that on anyone." He sighed.

"But you still condemned him." Pitch's shoulders slumped, and he backed away. "That creature rapes him and treats him like shit. My poor love...please. Anything that you can do to help us. I'll give you whatever you want."

"I will assume you two have the reports from those years ago?"

Pitch nodded. "Tooth...she has them."

"Let me see." He took the papers that Toothiana handed to him. "The first report is the truth. Boy did not need device to live."

"But, sir, what happened to make you change the reports? If it was something to do with Bunnymund, please tell us. It could help us get him put away."

"He threatened my family and my entire clinic. I had no choice unless I wanted my daughter to be living on streets." North sighed. "But it was still not right. I have tainted my honor as physician."

Pitch was instantly on his feet again, slamming North against the wall once more. "You have no idea what you've done," he growled. "I'm Kozmotis Pitchner. I can go into that cold heart of yours and turn every tiny horror into a constant nightmare. I will make you wish that you had died at birth."

"Please. I did not know what he would do. I am sorry."

"Mr. Pitchner, please. It isn't his fault. It's Bunnymund's. Thanks to him, though, we have the information we need."

"Not even close." Pitch released his hold only the tiniest bit. "I want him fixed. No more machine. I want you to undo the damage you've done. I want you to give back the freedom you stole from him."

"I will do it. Bring him back to me, and we will take that wretched thing from him."

"I want your word. I want you to swear on what little honor you have left that you will take it off him and that he will live."

"He may have developed dependency on device over the years, but that is worst case scenario. Even that is fixable with time. He will be able to live without machine in head. I will need to examine him when he is free though. Da?"

Pitch nodded. "Also, I want you to tell the truth. If Bunnymund comes after us, I want you to tell the truth."

"I will." He gave a firm nod of his head. "This has gone on too long. Bad man must be stopped for good."

"Good. Come, Tooth." Pitch walked out the door, leaving the doctor behind. "Can you distract Bunnymund for a few hours?"

"I can try my best."

"We've gone beyond trying. You need to be able to do this."

"I will." She gave a determined nod.

"Take him away from the building. I need to be able to get Jack out of there and far away before he comes back."

"He has a meeting this afternoon anyway. I can do what I can to make sure he stays long enough to let you grab Jack."

"He's never coming back, Tooth. Will you be able to handle Bunnymund on your own?"

"I'll do whatever I have to."

"Can you somehow get Jack away now? I...I would like to see him."

Tooth frowned. "I could try...but Bunnymund has Jack with him almost constantly when he's not in meetings and such. I don't think I could pry him away."

"Please try. I need him. He's...he's my soulmate."

"Mr. Pitchner, I know that you miss him, but I'm not so sure it would be the best idea. If we try to take him now, it could ruin our practically guaranteed chance to while Bunnymund is in his meeting. We may never get another chance if we mess this up."

Pitch sighed and turned his head away with a frown. "You didn't see the way he looked at me. As if I didn't matter. As if I didn't exist."

"It's not his fault, sir. He will remember you once we can get him away. In order to do that, though, we have to wait until Bunnymund's meeting in a few hours."

"How can I just sit by and wait? This is my fucking husband we're talking about!"

"A few hours of waiting or risking never seeing him again. I think Jack would be willing to wait if it meant being with you forever once again."

Pitch chuckled, closing his eyes. "No. He's possessive enough that he would barge in this instant and drag me away." His smile disappeared, and he frowned slightly. "I miss him...and each hour I have to wait will be an eternity for me."

"But it will be an eternity to figure out everything so there will be no chance of losing him again."

"Are there at least cameras or something? Some way I can see him but not interfere?"

"Actually there are. Though you may not want to."

"I want to. I want to see my husband."

Tooth started back down the street, sneaking Pitch into the security building once they arrived. "You should know that security employees are usually the ones to quit their jobs after the shortest amount of time. What they witness on these screens drives them away."

"What...what do they see?"

"You've seen the results of it yourself." She frowned. "He's been nicer since he reprogrammed the device. He has no reason to beat him now that Jack doesn't fight back. But it still isn't pleasant..."

Pitch looked at the monitors. "They can see Jack getting raped, can't they?" She only nodded. "What will I see, I wonder." He sat down, his eyes taking in every image for the chance to see Jack.

As the monitors switched between cameras, one finally showed Bunnymund's office. The very man himself had Jack bent over his hastily cleared desk. Tooth quickly looked away.

Pitch watched the scene with tears streaming down his cheeks. He stood up and slammed his fist into the screen. "God damn it!" He put a hand over his eyes, his shoulders shaking with his silent sobs.

Tooth changed the monitor to another camera. "I told you you wouldn't want to see."

"Even in his heart he doesn't remember me." Pitch clutched his chest. "Miss Tooth...it hurts, inside my chest."

She gently wrapped her small arms around him. "He will remember you, sir. We just have to free him first."

"The machine doesn't go down to his heart. He...he wouldn't forget me there. Not unless..."

"It's not his fault." She continued to comfort him, but what neither of them had noticed on that video was a silent tear making its way down Jack's pale cheek.

ZZ

Pitch paced like a caged animal, his eyes locked on the clock. "Why hasn't he left yet?"

Tooth looked at her phone, checking her messages. "Apparently the man he was meeting with had to push the meeting back another day."

"I can't wait anymore." He slammed the door open and started making his way to Bunnymund's rooms.

"Wait!" She quickly ran after him, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "There might be another way to get him out of the room. You won't have much time, though."

"Just do it, whatever it is. I'm not leaving him here another moment."

"Alright. You have to stay here and stay hidden. And do not go after Jack until you're positive that Bunnymund and I are gone."

"How will I know?"

"We'll pass by here to get back out to the offices. Once we've passed, give it a few seconds before going, alright?" Tooth went through her phone, sending a code through to one of the other workers.

"Alright." Pitch nodded, letting her lead him somewhere to hide. "Thank you. For everything."

"He's my friend too. I hope you two are happy together. I'll try to go to the hospital after this. If I'm late, don't wait for me." She gave him a small smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to lose." With that, she left. A few moments later Bunnymund's raised voice could be heard from down the hall, and the two were quickly passing Pitch's hiding spot only seconds later.

Pitch waited a full minute before sprinting to the man's rooms only to find Jack naked, lying face-down on Bunnymund's bed. He flinched when he saw the blood but ignored it. "Jack! Jack, come on. Look at me."

Blue eyes shot up to him as he slowly sat up in the bed. "What are you doing here without master's permission? These are his private rooms that are not for guests to visit."

"I am not a guest. I'm your lover." He swooped down, taking those lips in a deep kiss. "Can't you feel it in your heart? Can't you feel it?"

Jack immediately pushed him away, scrambling out of reach. "You are not my lover! Master is!"

Pitch looked at him sadly. "Even in your heart, you don't remember me. You don't remember sharing my bed or eating dinner with me or smiling. You don't remember us."

"Master is my one love. I will do whatever he tells me to, because I love him. He loves me too." He spoke as if those words had been programmed into his thoughts. But what hadn't been programmed were the tears that threatened to spill from glistening eyes despite his very convincing smile. "I would never hurt my master." Save me...

"You're lying. I know you are. You were always a bad liar." Pitch stepped forward again and pinned Jack to the bed. "You have a scar on your thigh that isn't from Bunnymund. It's from when you were trying to ride a bike when you were a kid. You told me that, remember? After our first real time together, you told me that."

"I do not know how to ride a bike." He struggled against the bigger man, starting to shout for help.

"Of course you don't. You stopped after the accident." Pitch put a hand over his mouth. "Stop it. Stop lying to me. It hurts me."

"I do not lie. I say what my master tells me to, what he has programmed me to. I do what makes master happy." The tears started down his cheeks, but other than that his face showed perfect honesty. I cannot stop...

"Do you not love me anymore? Is it over for us...husband?"

"I have never loved anyone but my master."

Pitch let a single tear fall as he caressed Jack's cheek. "You've broken my heart, Jack Frost. Me, the man who is responsible for giving dreams to the world."

"I do not care for your heart. Only my master's." No! Please, make it end. Just make it stop. He wept inside, watching himself break his love's heart. I don't mean it!

The air suddenly filled with the sound of a loud slap. He glared down at him, his hand stinging from the hard hit. "I hate you sometimes. I hate the way you lie to me."

"I do not lie. I cannot lie. I am programmed only for Master's happiness. He does not like when I lie to him so I cannot lie." He didn't flinch in the slightest at the slap.

"Don't you understand, Jack?" Pitch tugged Jack up to face him. "I'm your master now, and I hate when you lie to me." He kissed him deeply again, his fingers moving gently over the man's skin. "Does he touch you like this? Does he worship you like this?"

"You are not my master." Jack mindlessly pushed him away. "My master does what he enjoys with my body." Voices could be heard coming from far down the hall.

"As will I. But right now, we need to go." Pitch flung him over his shoulder, grabbing some clothes along the way. "If you make a sound, I will give you the worst nightmares you've ever had. I know how to do it too." He checked both ways outside before quickly running down the opposite end from the voices.

Jack struggled against the man carrying him. "Put me down!"

"Would your master mind if fucked you right here? Yes? Then shut the fuck up!"

"I will not! You are taking me from him! You are taking me across the line!"

He put Jack down, slamming him against the wall. "Do you want to watch me walk away? If I do, I'm never coming back. I'll leave you here, and I'll just go jump off a bridge or overdose on some pills. Is that what you want, you selfish, stupid shit?"

"I want whatever my master wants."

"For one second, I want you to think about what you want. What your heart wants. It isn't him. It isn't this life. It's me you want."

"My heart was locked with my memories. Master said they were too painful for him and locked them away so I could not hurt him anymore. Even if I did have love for someone other than Master, I would not show it."

"The wires..." Pitch pulled Jack outside, quickly pinning him face-down to the ground. His long fingers moved through the wires. "Damn bastard." He chuckled. "He thinks a change of wiring can stop me." Pitch rerouted some wires until he felt Jack go soft beneath him. "Are you still going to act like a stupid idiot?"

Jack let out a shuddering sob, grasping the grass beneath him tightly. "Th-thank you."

"Who is your master, Jack?"

"No one. But you are my love."

"Jack, what are you to me?"

"Your love, your husband, your soulmate." He sat up and pulled on the clothes Pitch had grabbed.

Pitch let his hands fall onto his legs, his head bowed. "You little shit…" He put a hand over his eyes, letting the tears fall again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to say any of that." Jack reached out to gently stroke the man's cheek. "Please...can we go? I want to be far from this place."

Pitch leaned into the caress. "I hate you, and yet I love you. You made my chest hurt, and yet I desired that pain above all other feelings because it was all I had left of you."

"That was not me. That was only what he made me be. Take me home, Pitch. I want to be in my husband's arms again."

Pitch pulled him close and buried his nose in his lover's soft hair. "This is the only time I'm going to threaten you, but if I find out that you ever come back here, for any reason...I will kill you myself."

"I will happily accept death, if I come back, for it most certainly will not be willingly."

"Come on. I want to hold you in our bed." He stood and pulled Jack up with him. He chuckled, brushing some hairs from his love's forehead. "A shower first, though. You stink."

"'Stink' is an understatement. I reek." He could hear sirens in the distance, growing nearer. "We should go."

"Yeah." Pitch pulled his sweater off and draped it over Jack's head, the hood covering his face. "Don't look up." He led him away, their fingers tangled together.

Jack nodded, leaning against his lover heavier the further away they got from the mansion. "When we get back...you need to rewire more...and we have to move away."

"No. No more running. I think Bunnymund will find that he's lost." Pitch held him close, looking around for any signs of trouble.

"Then re...wire at least."

"I'm going to do better than that. I found your doctor. The one who put the machine on to begin with. He's taking it off."

"R-really?" He gave his lover a tired smile.

"Yes, really." Pitch lifted Jack into his arms and put the man's head under his chin. "Sleep. We'll be home when you wake up."

"Love...you." He gave a happy sigh before quickly fading off.

Pitch smiled, kissing his forehead. "I love you too."