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I don't know if this counts as fluff but for the sake of not arguing lets just say it is :D enjoy

ADVICE FROM YOUR NIGHTMARES

An orange and black hue of light was forcing its way into Jack's vision. When he went to open his eyes though he quickly jammed them shut against the sting of the colour and smoke. Something heavy was pressing down on his shoulder that then snaked over his chest, pinning him to the ground. It didn't hurt much though and surprisingly neither did his leg. Jack silently thanked MIM for making immortals heal fast. No doubt his ice had frozen over the wound anyway. Instead the sharp tooth of pain was coming from his burns, the one on his torso and arm.

He wanted nothing more than to let the offending colours of fire and smoke drift away, being his escorts into the realm of dreams. However a certain cloaked figure obviously had other ideas as a spindly hand was removing the timber beam from his shoulder. Jack attempted to swat away this figure and call out for them to leave him alone. All that he managed though was a weak kind of wave and a mumble of unintelligible sounds. This heat was stifling and causing his head to throb. Maybe whoever was helping him could put him in a nice snow drift.

"..ck?"

Ck? What is that supposed to mean?

"…ack!"

This person had an eerie voice. It reminded Jack of a snake or a shark. That could also be because a row of jagged yellowed teeth were protruding into his vision. When had he opened his eyes? God this heat was too much. He was drowning in it…That thought alone suddenly had Jack gasping for breath and weakly thrashing about. No, he couldn't drown. Not again! He couldn't be alone when he woke up. He wasn't about to die again, not to the fire. Not fire…he was so scared…wait, scared? The voice…oh.

"Jack Frost! You insolent boy you aren't drowning now pull yourself together." Pitch said, then added not realising that Jack had suddenly become completely aware, "I'm no good at this comfort stuff."

"Ha no kidding. You and Roo have that in common then."

Startled Pitch looked down at the pale teen he was cradling. Jack gave the suddenly bashful Boogeyman a lopsided grin that turned into a grimace.

"Me and that over grown rug have nothing in common. So yes, um…how are you?"

Jack let out a wobbly laugh at Pitch's attempt at 'comfort.' This only earned the teen a pointed look and a grumble.

"Fine then. I try to be nice and I get laughed at. Perfect. Anyway what are you doing here Frost you could have died?"

"Came to get you, duh."

Pitch's eyes doubled in size. Jack, Jack Frost came to save him. Him, Pitch Black, bringer of nightmares. Sure their new found 'acquaintanceship' had brought them to a neutral understanding, but risking his life to save him. Pitch was going to have a headache if the teen kept this up. Shaking his head the tall man leant down and helped Jack to his feet which did not go well. Due to the heat and burns Jack collapsed against Pitch with a moan. That in turn jostled Pitch's wound, making him lose his balance that then toppled the both of them back down to the scorched floor, in a heap of limbs.

"Pitch?"

"Yeah I know. That didn't go well."

"Okay hang on let me just get my staff and – "

"Ow Frost that's my side. Just stop and I will – "

"Pitch get your bony foot out of my face."

"Says you, you are nothing but bones. Jack the staff, move it from my side."

"I can't until you free my arm from underneath you."

"Jack! I will give you nightmares for a week if that staff and your shoulder don't remove themselves from me."

"Careful Pitch I wouldn't want to accidentally freeze your lips shut."

"Listen here you walking ice pack – "

"Creepy child stalker."

"Jack I am not playing the name game," Pitch glared.

"Pony boy."

There was a tension silence and then,

"Pony boy? Pony boy! They are nightmares the most feared creatures. I am their master! They are terrifying apparitions, the embodiment of fear!"

"Pony boy," Jack smirked.

"Ahhh! You're impossible. This has gone on far enough."

Pitch then shadowed jumped to the far corner of the infirmary leaving Jack splayed out oddly on the floor. Jack shot the man a glare clearly asking why he hadn't done that in the first place. Pitch only gave Jack a crooked grin. Their eyes locked again. The laughter in Jack's eyes was slowly fading as he sat up and stared around the room. Seeing the boy surrounded by the burning debris was a pitiful sight. Pitch tried to soften his look as Jack tucked his knees to his chest and allowed the chaos and exhaustion of the battle to roll over him.

"So Jack Frost what are you going to do now?"

"I…I don't know. I don't want anymore people to be hurt but…"

"You don't want to screw anything else up by getting involved." Pitch said matter-of-factly.

Jack's head shot up, mouth open until he rolled his eyes, "that knowing peoples fear thing is going to make it very hard to hide anything from you."

Pitch chuckled.

"But you're right."

"I know I am."

Jack shot the Boogeman a glare, "you're not very helpful Pitch."

"And neither are you at the moment Jack. So how are you going to help?"

With the silence that followed Pitch came over to the hunched boy.

"You can't hide here Jack."

"I know but there has to be another way."

Rolling his eyes Pitch suddenly hoisted the spirit over his shoulder, grabbing the staff with his other hand and then shadowed jumped to outside the Workshop in the snow. He dumped the injured boy in a heap of snow and pointed his bony finger at him.

"Stay put. When you come to your senses and realise you need to fight to win get out of the snow and go."

Then Pitch was gone. Jack blinked a few times in shock before flopping down in the snow with a displeased grumble.

Bunny had been pacing his Warren for an hour. Sandy had tried to snap him out of it and help with the wounded but to avail. Even Tooth had tried and it was very hard to resist Tooth when she wanted something, but she ended up sitting beside Sandy at a loss. They were all worried for their youngest. He had been badly injured and there had been no word of him surviving the fire. They were desperate for some sign that he made it.

Bunny sighed for the fifteenth time, running a paw down his face. Jack was too reckless. Going back for Pitch of all people. Then again that was Jack Frost for you. A reckless, caring, good heart, trouble maker. Bunny was starting to realise though that most of the trouble Jack was involved in probably wasn't his own doing. Rather it seemed trouble found Jack like a magnet. Bunny sighed again.

"Well, well, well I haven't been back here for a while. I like what you've done to the place rabbit, but I much prefer these egglets cracked."

"Pitch!"

The Guardians, including North who had regained consciousness half an hour ago came storming up to their old enemy. Bunny scanned behind the man, sniffed the air for the scent of frost, pine trees and crisp breeze that he had grown to secretly look forward to entering his Warren.

"Where's Jack?"

"I don't know."

"What?" All the Guardians cried.

Tooth stormed up to Pitch stopping mere centimetres from his face. She had to try and not wince at the state of those yellowed teeth.

"Where. Is. Jack? Or would you like me to knock a few more teeth out?" She growled raising her fist.

"Please Toothiana, no need for violence. Jack was in a snowdrift when I left, back at the remains of your Workshop North."

North looked at the ground. The man hadn't said a word after finding out the fate of his workshop. All his preparations for this Christmas were ruined. He had no hope left to even voice his grief.

"Although it was only one level that is a pile ash. By some bad luck on my part the fire only destroyed a quarter of your production. Better news though is that chair you so love in the Globe Room can now be used as fire wood. Thank god, that thing was an eyesore of the worst sort North."

A smile grew on the big man's face and a booming laughing before he turned around to the nearest yeti and ordered half of them back to the workshop to take stock and begin repairs. Thankfully he had made a second armchair but he wasn't going to tell Pitch that. Maybe he would give the Boogeyman one for Christmas? North was brought out of his musing by the point of Bunny's boomerang zipping past his head with its owner close behind it.

The tip of it was pressed against the Nightmare king's throat.

"Is Jack okay? What did you do Pitch?"

"Jack is healing. For the love of the moon why must I always be the one to blame?"

"Because it's always ya fault."

"True," Pitch shrugged, then turned around and began to walk off ignoring the threat of the weapon, "All I did this time was convince Jack that he had to fight. No big deal."

Bunny's jaw went slack. Sandy began rapidly making sand images, including a few choice words that the Guardians didn't need any translation for.

"Sandy's right mate. Jack can't fight! The kid's injured. We can take care of this."

"Not my problem." Pitch said waving his hand absently. Then he was gone.

Jack hovered, hood up and staff clutched to his chest, above the wreckage of North's Workshop. His face felt slack, almost unresponsive to any of the emotions that were swarming his head like wasps. The scent of smoke still itched his throat, but he couldn't find the energy, both physically and mentally to move. Maybe another hour in the snow drift would help. Unwillingly Jack flew down to the snow and settled into its cold embrace, closing his eyes to the damage that he had caused.

For some reason, like most nights Jack couldn't fall asleep or stay still. He had to do something. He had to fight…

"Wind? Take me to Mother Nature."

Jack looked up to the sky. Snow was quietly floating down and then suddenly he was joining them, zipping through the sky towards the Himalayas. Towards Mother Nature.

Yeah Pitch is everything but helpful. Gets a tinsy bit darker now. The question is how dark do you guys want it because I can accommodate if requested. In the mean time stay tuned for Jack Frost going toe to toe with Mother Nature! Woo!