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REGRETS

Bunny was pacing up and down his Warren again. It had been a month since they had thrown Jack Frost out. He didn't regret his decision at all. Sure things had been quiet and not as fun or enjoyable anymore. He didn't see the others a lot. In fact, not at all. He missed the banter and bickering. No, Bunny had no regrets. So why was he pacing? Was it because the children weren't as lively as before? The fact that their 'family' if that's what it was called, had been broken up? Perhaps it was because he was bored? Was it because he couldn't come to terms with the fact that he had made a child scream in terror? That he had tossed a boy out into the world? A world where there was no love for him. Bunny shook his head and went back to gardening.

He had no regrets.

Tooth hadn't seen the others in two months now. She just couldn't find the time. Why was it that when Jack…even thinking his name hurt, was around it was as if she had all the time in the world? Tooth for the rarest of moments paused, her body going still. The name, Jack Frost, caused her to cringe but it was a different kind of cringe. It wasn't like it had been two months ago. It was….different, but she didn't know how or why. A tooth fairy waved her tiny hands in front of her face and the brief moment of rest and calm dissolved into an orderly chaos or orders and teeth.

Jack sat in silence. That's all there had been for what he had estimated to be three months. No one wanted him…No one ever listened. Why would they? Everyone always thinks they know best. They're too blind by their own actions and desires to see the hurt that they had caused him. Not even Pitch wanted him! He truly had no one left. If he was to die now who would care? The Wind and that was all. In all honesty, not even Jack cared.

Sandy perched on his cloud of sand. Tendrils of golden grains skipped across the night sky as the silent giver of dreams smiled with content. Every few hours though, that smile dropped into a frown. He was bored. Sandy had learnt to live with silence a very long time ago, but it had seemed that recently he hadn't had to live with just his own thoughts. Jack had always been there sitting next to him blabbering on about who knows what. Now he was left with the silence and had been for the last four months Well Jack had betrayed them, so this was the consequence...right?

Pitch was fuming. After five months he had thought he would have gotten over it by now. No, that boy had struck a cord. Not the tentative caring one the frost child had hoped for but a much more menacing one. Yet Pitch found his mind brewing over Frost's words. Had he meant them?

North sat at his desk, tools in hand and a huge block of ice in front of him ready to be shaped into all kinds of wonderful things. The problem was there were no wonderful things that sprang to mind. Recently it had been difficult to think up new and fun ideas. Children were getting bored too easily. Obsessing over one thing only to discarded the next minute leaving it to rot for another new desire. He hadn't been able to think of anything new for the last six months. Throwing his hands up in frustration North left to put on something nice to wear that wasn't covered in crumbs and icing. Mother Nature was meeting all the Guardians for lunch today at the Pole so that meant everything had to be perfect.

Not an hour later the four Guardians and Mother Nature were seated at North's grand dining table, with North and Mother Nature at either ends. Nature's eyes glanced at the empty chair beside Bunny.

"Are we waiting for someone?" She asked.

"Oh, no that was Jack's chair," North replied.

"Well if he is no longer here it's rather a waste of space. I suggest to burn it or find a better use for it."

"Right, yes. Phil, take chair away."

With a growl Phil obeyed and took the chair towards the furnace beneath the Workshop. Nature suddenly clapped her hands, a smile playing across her face, signalling it was time for business.

"That's much better isn't it? Firstly, can I congratulate you all. Getting rid of that boy was a smart thing to do. I'm sure everything is much better off without him. Anyway sorry I haven't been able to come over sooner, lots to do."

"We understand. Sorry for causing a scene at party." North said bashfully.

"Oh don't worry. I mean I can't even remember what it was about. Such an insignificant thing after all."

"Insignificant? We lost one of your members." Bunny said.

"Yes but that doesn't really matter does it? I mean it doesn't affect anyone. It's Jack Frost who really cares?"

"We used to care…" Tooth muttered.

"The key words in that phrase it used to Toothiana. He's worthless. No one needs or cares about him! He's been on his own for three hundred years, the rest of eternity shouldn't make any difference. In fact as I recall the boy was probably right. After a while he will get so desperate for attention that he will turn bad. Everyone does, like dear Pitch Black. Frost and Pitch really are perfect for each other. Both so lost that the only way to attract any kind of attention is through evil. If I was honest, which I always am, I'm surprised Frost hadn't already resulted to evil before he became a Guardian. Not to worry though, his well being is not a concern to you. He's Jack Frost no one will ever care enough to listen to him!"

Then she laughed. Mother Nature leant back in her chair and laughed at the suffering of Jack Frost. The Guardians looked at each other in turn. Bunny was the first to stand and push back his chair and seconds later the other three followed. They left Mother Nature sitting at the table, her laughter died out and replaced with bewilderment.

Jack was rocking back and forth, curled into a tiny ball. His tears had dried up months ago. There was only a hollow feeling left inside of him. Nothing mattered really anymore. He kept telling himself he would have to go back to the world at some point, but every time he found no reason to fly away from Antarctica. It was cold and dark as the sun was block out. The swirling clouds cast long shadows across the ice and like the fingers of demons they reach out towards Jack.

"Jack Frost."

He almost had a heart attack. Some one had said his name. Had acknowledge his presence, his existence. He knew who it was. He finally stood up and turned around to meet the golden eyes of Pitch Black. Jack backed away, staff raised ready to attack.

"Interesting spot for a holiday wouldn't you say?" Pitch laughed.

"What-" Jack coughed. He hadn't spoken in six months; his voice was barely a croak.

"What am I doing here? I'm here to listen to you."

"Why?" Jack asked in a voice just above a whisper.

"I…oh dear this is going to be interesting. I thought about what you said. You were," Pitch shuddered, "you were right. You have no idea how hard that was to say."

Jack smirked.

"We are alike you and I. If what you say is true, that you want to help me then yes….it's been a very long time since I've had someone to talk to that doesn't scream in fear or tries to kill me. In all my time, you are the first. I'm willing to try something new."

Jack lowered his staff and stood incredibly still. Did Pitch mean that? Could they be…friends? Maybe not, but at least acquaintances. Jack smiled. It was small and hurt at the edges of his mouth, but he meant it. Pitch vanished and suddenly appeared above him, out of the ravine. Jack followed. Pitch then offered his hand. Jack never breaking eye contact with the man of fear reached towards the open hand.

"Jack! NO!"

The Guardians jumped out of the sleigh before it had even touched down on the ice. Why were they here? The Guardian's hated him. He glanced at Pitch. There was pure anger in his eyes. He didn't meet Jack's gaze.

"You're too late Guardians. Jack is coming with me. Don't you think you've done enough," Pitch hissed.

Don't you think you've done enough… Aw, he did care.

"Jack, please. We shouldn't have thrown ya out. We're sorry. Mother Nature was wrong," Bunny said.

"Why was she wrong?" Jack asked.

The question startled Bunny. He was asking them to admit they were wrong. He crushed his pride under his foot and decided to come straight out.

"She was wrong because you were right. Every one should be given a chance and we know that now."

Jack's breaths were coming in too short. His head spun. He stared from the Guardians to Pitch and back again several times. They, his friends had thrown him out. They hadn't stood by him or given him a chance. Even if he had failed and what he had said was wrong, they still should have stood by him when no one else would. On the other hand, Pitch had tried to kill him. He had offered his help and Pitch had rejected it. He had cut him open with a knife. Although the wound had healed it had left a scar. How could he trust him not to attack again? How could he trust the Guardians to not throw him out again? He couldn't. The real question was which result would hurt him more….?

Jack felt tears brimming in his eyes. He gasped and brushed them away.

"Jack….please," Bunny muttered stretching out his paw.

Jack stared at what he had almost considered his brother. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to be back with him. Bunny saw this in the boy's eyes and took a step forward. Jack backed away, shook his head and turned his back on the Guardians, on Bunny. Pitch glared at the Guardians and took Jack's arm leading him away. The pair disappeared into the shadows. Jack could handle torture and physical pain. There was no way he would ever let himself be forgotten and tossed away again.

Hmm those POV's where longer on my Word doc. Oh well. Thanks for the reviews. And as always, stay tuned ;D