I apologise for taking this long to post, things just kept getting in the way and then I had my Prom yesterday so I was getting ready all day :/ Hop this chapter makes up for my absence :3

His crying and screaming eventually resulted in him having a headache. A bad headache. So he soon stopped and fell asleep on my lap, his head resting neatly on my thighs, while my hand softly plays and twists with his hair, calming him. The things he screamed at me were horrible to endure, but I deserved everything. Things seemed so difficult now. My plan seemed so simple, but is in the midst of falling apart and Jack could slip straight through my fingers again. His face looked so peaceful now. His calm, tear stained face masked the anger and sadness inside of him, betraying his body. I don't know if I was looking forward to him waking up, to all the swearing and name calling and the countless 'I hate you'. To watch him break all over again. The moment keeps replaying in my head. When I seem to lose control of my body and it moves against my will...and Sandman... Jack screaming at me, tackling me, screaming at me. I screw my eyes shut, trying to block the memory from my mind. I had Jack to focus on at the moment. I need to look after him, comfort him and to hope he still trusts me. Wrapping my arms around the teen, I pull his limp, sleeping body up to me, embracing him. Breathing in his winter scent, the slight trace of cinnamon tickling my senses and the feeling of waking up by the fire on a Christmas Day flooding over me. Well what I can imagine it would feel like anyway, I've never had that experience. I don't want this to end. The feeling if his skin presses with mine in an embrace and the fabrics if his hoodie caressing my face and I press into his chest lightly. My left hand rests under his head, the feeling of his silk snow hair touching my fingertips, whilst my right hand is under his back, support his body up and gripping his hoody, the fabrics scrunched in my fist.

"Pitch?" I'm interrupted by his hoarse voice. I pull my head up and look him in the eyes. I can see that his eye twitch to the side slightly, not fully wanting to look at me because of what I did, but he resists it and connects our gaze.

"How are you feeling?" I choke out eventually. The lump in my throat only seemed to expand, not sure if I would be permitted to speak to him.

"Ter-ble," He replies, his voice cutting out half way through, but a warm, reassuring smirk creeping into his face, "wh-t about y-?" He asks, his voice croaky and sore.

"Honestly... Awful." I reply, averting my eyes from him, feeling the tears forming. I felt like an emotional wreck with him. He was able to switch my mood with just a few exclaimed words. Nobody has ever been able to do that to me.

"I just wish I didn't- I don't even know-" I stammer, looking for the right way to word my sentance. However, he stops me, his hand pressing against my cheek.

"I'm still upset, angry, hurt... But there was something different about you, you weren't yourself. I don't know if I can ever forgive you, even though you were fighting for my memories, but I can try to understand what happened." He explains, truthfully. He moves into a keeling position, his legs on either side of mine and he pushes his chest against mine, slowly pushing me down. My arms circle him, wrapping him in my embrace as he lies ontop of me and his hands tangling into my hair.

"I don't want to lose you again." I breathe, shakily. He pauses, his gaze fixated on me and sympathy flushing his face. I see him swallow hard before leaning down and pressing his lips with mine, merging out flesh together.

Jack must've gone back to the pole. I remeber the kissing and falling asleep, him in my embrace... But when I woke up, he was gone. But something was different, felt different. I could feel someone else's presence... And it wasn't Jack. Standing from the couch, I walk through the dark and the shadows, drawing closer to the unknown and unfamiliar presence. The thing that happend next was strange to say the least. All the years I can remember, this is probably the strangest and unique things I've encountered. Matching my steps, stepping out of the darkness in front of me, another me walks toward me. It could've been my mirror reflection because everything thing about him was the same.

"Why do you continue?" He questions, with my voice, "why do you continue to peruse Jack? You don't even know if you can trust him. What if he's using you to report to the Guardians? He's becoming an easy weak point for you." He finishes.

"You have to right to say any of that. I can trust Jack because we've know each other for so long." I argue, disgusted that he even thought he could say that.

"No, you've know him for ages, he doesn't remember you. Apart of you must doubt him, otherwise I wouldn't be here right now." He replies, copying my movements as we circle the smal patch of light, keeping the same distance apart.

"Who are you?" I question, not convinced with him being me. He must be a fake...

"I'm you. Well, who you should've been, who you really are. You see, you weren't supposed to meet Jack in his previous life, it just so happend you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That seemed to cause a chain of events and now you are sleeping next to the teen during his immortal, Guardian life. That means you are a changed person and because of that, they'll be consequences. Your life shouldn't be being played out in this sequence. For instance, I was able to squeeze my way out and kill the Sandman. Oh, the fear, the crying and screaming from Jack, it was truly marvellous, I can't wait to do it again." He grins maniacally, cackling suddenly. H-he was the reason why I killed Sandman?! He was the reason for the shouting and screaming from and upset Jack?! I dive for him, gripping the collar of his robes, pushing him up against the wall, his hands holding up in surrender whilst a smirk etched into his face.

"I induce fear, not pain and suffering. I don't kill people! What gives you the right to do any of that?!" I scream in his face. Suddenly, he pushes against me, turns me and I'm suddenly in his position, his hands gripping my robes and forcing me against the wall.

"Because I like it! You would to if you just followed the sequence!" He replies, a crooked smile slapped on his face.

"I would never be like you." I breathe, disgusted at the thought.

My eyes suddenly open and I inhale deeply. Jack enters my vision, a look of concern on him.

"Pitch, are you ok? You seemed... Distressed." He questions, his hand running through my hair softly.

"I'm fine it was just," I begin, cupping his face and pulling him toward me lightly, "a nightmare." I finish, reassuringly. What else can I tell him? I don't believe it was a nightmare, but saying that I just met my 'other side', if you like, and the reason Sandman is dead just sounded... Crazy. However, I know I'm going to have to keep a careful watch on myself. I've already got one death on my hands, I don't want anymore.

Annnd that's it :P I'll try and post the next chapter as soon as I can because my schedules pretty empty now :D Anyway, bye for now ;)