Hello, next installment!
Jack's POV
Jack watched Mavis run up the stairs smiling, unaware he was about to become incredibly protective of her. Everything was normal for the first five minutes, then it all went downhill. Suddenly, black-nightmare sand surrounded Jack. He readied his shepherd's crook, praying Pitch left Mavis alone. Then the dark sand parted and none other than Pitch Black stood before him. Jack glared as Pitch leered at him.
"Awww... wittle Jack has a cwush," Pitch taunted in a horrible mock baby voice. Jack conjured icicles to hurl at Pitch.
"None of that, mister," Pitch said letting his nightmares consumed Jack's ice.
"Don't worry," Pitch drawled on, "I won't hurt your little girlfriend." Jack glared, and Pitch added, "Yet."
"If you touch her, you'll have the fight of your life," Jack said. Pitch laughed. He winked at something behind Jack; he thought it was one of his nightmares, though. He never dreamed it had been Mavis until Pitch said, "I would leave to comfort your scared little girlfriend, if were you." Pitch leered once again and vanished before Jack's fist could make contact with Pitch's face.
"Jack?'' a small voice asked. Jack's heart tore to pieces when he saw Mavis's shattered expression. Without thinking, he opened his arms to her, and she fell into them, shaking.
"Shhhh..." he murmured as he rubbed comforting circles on her back with his hand, "It's alright. I won't let anything happen to you. Don't be scared. I've got ya." He dropped his head into her shoulder, every once and a while kissing her neck.