Hey everyone. Okay now we're getting into the real crux of the story! Sorry once again for how late this is... sorry. This is one is relatively long so I hope you can forgive me?

TRICK OR TREAT?

Jack opened his eyes he had blinked a few dozen times before reality finally kicked in. His nightmare of being alone had come and gone just as it did the night before. It was the early hours of morning, still dark but Jack could still see Pitch standing at the end of his bed. Usually he would have been terrified and gone for his staff. Now though he simply sat up cross legged in bed and cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Um hi?"

"Where have you been?" Pitch said crossing his arms.

"Sorry?" Jack asked in confusion.

"I was expecting a visit at least or have you been too busy with your family?"

"What?" Jack was still confused.

"Oh for crying out loud! Just because I didn't want to stay with the Guardians doesn't mean we aren't….good acquaintances."

Jack couldn't help but beam with delight. He honestly hadn't thought about it like that. He sprung out of bed ready to give Pitch a hug but stopped deciding that wasn't the right thing to do. A smug grin crept onto Jack's face as he realised what Pitch had called him.

"You still can't say 'friends' can you?"

"Don't start on me Frost."

Jack laughed and shook his head, "so Mr. Boogeyman shall we go ice skating again?"

"Absolutely not."

Jack chuckled, "alright fine then how about we find something to do. I have to be back before four o'clock this afternoon though. North needs me to be on elf duty while he finally fixes the sleigh."

Pitch nodded. Jack left a note on his bed and disappeared into the shadows. When they emerged Jack's stomach was reeling, but the smell of pine trees softened the nausea.

"A national park? In the middle of the night? Are you going to kill me Pitch?"

"Don't give me any ideas Frost."

"Ooh so creepy. What are we going to do then?"

"You're the Guardian of Fun. Think of something."

"You're right!"

Splat. The remains of the snowball were wiped off Pitch's face. The man grinned, his shark teeth gleaming before throwing one back at Jack. Hence, the creation of a snowball fight began. Snow coated the clearing and the two males dashed into action. Jack weaved behind trees and Pitch mercilessly chased him, armed with Jack's snowballs. Jack flew at top speeds glancing behind him with a smile. He had out flown Pitch. Then splat.

"Hey! No shadowing jumping or whatever. That's cheating Pitch."

"Oh come on Jackie, don't throw a tantrum now."

SPLAT. A lump of snow had buried a stunted Pitch beneath it. The pine tree shook as its weight was released. The chase resumed. Snow flew and everywhere, from the trees, Jack's staff and the shadows. In this discourse of a melody a sharp out of tune note rang out. Pitch's laughter. Jack stopped mid throw when he heard this. It sounded so…joyous but very odd.

"What's wrong Frost, cold feet?"

"Pitch. No, stop."

"Sorry that was awful wasn't it?"

"Completely."

Suddenly Jack was knocked to the ground where he laid thrashing and screaming in pain.

"Jack!" Pitch cried.

He didn't know what had happened. He was laughing with Pitch and now he's bellowing in agony. His leg, oh Moon it hurt. It hurt so much. What was it? His hands gripped a slender wooden shaft. An arrow? Then his iced fingers found not feathers at the top but a sharpened heart. Cupid's arrow? Why, how? Oh Moon it was as if his leg was eating itself! Someone loomed above him. He was short with white, orange and black face paint on. The boy, older than Jack though, stretched out a hand to him. His other hand held a crossbow.

"What are you doing down there Jackie? Can you stand?"

"I – I don't know."

"Here, I'll help you." The boy grinned.

Before their hands could connect the boy swiped his away and laughed. Jack could vaguely hear his name being shouted and the sounds of a battle ringing behind him. Suddenly a girl, with almost matching face paint appeared by the boy.

"Honestly Trick, this is not the time." The girl scolded, sweeping Jack to his feet.

"My bad."

Jack didn't think he looked that apologetic. He liked the boy already. The pair began to drag Jack away, but he was forgetting someone and he wasn't about to do that again.

"Pitch?"

"Jack!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Pitch was locked in a battle with Cupid and a swarm of doves were continuously pelting him. Cupid's gaze shifted from the Boogeyman's to fix on Jack. The protector of love in that moment looked about ready to bring about death.

"No!" Pitch bellowed, carving his scythe inches from Cupid's baby like cheek, "you two get him out of here. Jack, don't try anything. I'll be with you in a moment. Don't try anything you hear me?"

"Wait what? Who are you my mother? And I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to fight!"

Then the world was thrown into shadows. The three ended up in a heap in Pitch's liar; Jack groaning in pain and the other two giggling from the ride. The pain in his leg though didn't stop him from standing and promptly attempting to leave.

"Hey! Where are you going?" The boy, Trick called.

"To Pitch."

"Don't worry about him Jack, he'll be here soon." The girl chirped behind him.

"Ah don't go Jackie, it's been too long since we've seen you." Trick snickered.

"Plus what good are you in a fight with a leg like that? Besides, we need to warn you." The girl whispered, stopping Jack's lumbering escape.

Jack knew these two. The Halloween Twins, Trick and Treat. The boy, Trick with his face paint and black T-shirt with ripped jeans, had always been fun to hang around with. When his pranks went too far to make children cry though Jack would leave. He knew though Trick never meant to make the kids cry, he just didn't understand that some things are scarier to others than himself. The girl, Treat, wearing a black and orange dress with black lace and the skirt part billowing out like something from the fifties was nicer to the children, giving out lollies and sweets (making her number one on Tooth's most wanted list) but also a silent prankster. Always willing to make people smile she would happily help out with almost anything Trick and Jack concocted. These two lived off good adrenaline or 'fun fear' as Jack had nicknamed it.

"Warn me about what exactly?" Jack asked, leaning against his staff.

Treat grinned and helped him to the side of the cave and began to scavenge around for something to clean the wound and a bandage, leaving Trick to relate the recent developments of the spirit world.

"You see Jackie you may have started an all out war."

"What?" Jack cried.

"Yeah well, when you teamed up with Pitch Mother Nature went berserk and so too did a lot of the other spirits. They think that now that Pitch has been accepted by the Guardians the world has been thrown off balance. They don't want the 'trouble spirits' roaming around freely, being accepted and doing whatever the hell it is they want to do without the fear of being scolded and put in our place, contained."

Trick sucked in a deep breath then. Treat took over, giving her twin brother the chance to catch his breath.

"You see Jack, we need you one our side. You said it yourself at that party, we should be free! This is it, now. They've started it, not us. We didn't want to be controlled and cast off, made to go to any means necessary for a bit of attention. It was them, right? You said it yourself. Jack please."

Jack bit his lip. Choosing sides, in his opinion was never a good thing.

"Cupid just tried to kill you, man. This isn't a matter of politics or whatever this is war. People are going to get hurt. You just going to sit there like a broken doll and do nothing?" Trick snapped.

"I…Pitch!"

The Boogeyman had emerged from the shadows clutching his arm. Blood ran like a storm down his arm, from a deep cut near his shoulder. The man looked dreadful. No one wasted time in helping him. Pitch gave one satisfied nod to Jack before slumping to the floor, unconscious. Treat dashed around frantic.

"Guys, this is bad. Really bad. I can't stop the bleeding. Cupid might of his an artery or something. I don't know but we need help. Proper medical help. Trick help me with him."

"We can take him to North's. The yetis can help I'm sure." Jack said standing and starting for the exit.

The twins followed, dragging an unconscious Pitch Black between them. Sunlight spilled from a hole in the approaching ceiling.

From behind him Trick called, "if you don't do something Jack, this is what will happen to lots more. Probably even worse."

Jack winced. He would have to decide what to do soon or like Trick had said, there will be a war.

Oh dang... stay tuned. As always ;D