I know, I know. It's been a while. I'm Sorry!

Mavis's POV

The image of Jack's shattered expression was forever ingrained in Mavis's memory. Even if she had only seen it in a nightmare. That's what Pitch had done. Nothing too drastic, but still cruel. How many times did Mavis have to watch her mother die? Or her friend, Avril, fight to protect both of them? (Long story.) Or Jack's face bear weight it never should? Mavis relived old nightmares too. Being trapped in a castle guarded by a dragon, which she dreamed when she was young. She was also haunted by new nightmares, like Jack melting. She wasn't even sure if Jack could melt, but it didn't make the thought any less terrifying. However, something made it impossible for the nightmares to destroy Mavis's belief in the Guardians. Even though it seemed naive to put her faith in hope, wonder, and fun, she did and a light shown in her that could never be extinguished, no matter how fearful she got.

Jack's POV

"There!" Jack yelled, pointing. There was the large snowy cliff. As they dove Jack caught site of a limp figure huddled in the snow.
"Mavis!" he yelled, flying towards the figure collapsed on the snow.
"Jack!" Bunnymud called attempting to grab the hood of Jack's coat, "It could be a trap!" But Jack couldn't hear anything anymore. He had reached the ground. Jack fell to the snow and shook Mavis, trying to wake her.
"No, he murmured, "C'mon Mavis... Wake up...Please." Jack lifted her head into his lap, brushing the hair out of her face. Her eyes opened slightly, "Huh?" Jack sighed in relief, then bent his head down to kiss her forehead. "Jack," she whispered.
"Yeah," he asked with a small laugh, relieved she was alright.
"You have to go," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"It's a trap."
"She's right, Jack," Tooth said, "We should go." Jack nodded and picked Mavis up, bridal style. He flew upward, not wanting to walk, but something grabbed his ankle and pulled him down. Mavis flew out of his arms as he hit the snow. He tried to reach her but just then a hand curled tightly around the roots of his hair.
"Anybody tries anything the little girl gets it," Pitch said. Everybody froze. No one knew what to do.
"Now, Jack and I will only be a minute," he said pulling Jack by the hair into the ditch where he had once thrown him. But this time Jack didn't care how he was getting out. He wanted to make sure Mavis got out of this.

Narrator

Once Pitch pulled Jack away a force-field type thing surrounded us, keeping us from the ledge of the ditch, and the sled. Bunny walked (or is it hoped?) over to Mavis, making sure she was ok.
"She's completely unconscious," he said.
"Is she injured?" North asked. Bunnymund looked annoyed, "Do I look like a doctor to you?"
"Boys! Shut up!" Tooth yelled.
"How do we get to Jack?" she asked. No one said anything, but they were all too busy looking at Tooth to realize Mavis was glowing.