The rope from around my waist disappeared and I fell the last few inches, hitting the ground. Which was freezing to say the least. I tilted my head up slightly, spotting a familiar pair of feet. Then, I was suddenly grabbed by my hair and wrenched to my feet. Involuntarily, I let out a small scream of pain, much to Pitch's delight. He lifted high enough that my feet left the ground, and he held me there, suspended by my hair,

"Let go of my hair." I hissed through clenched teeth. After a long minute, thankfully, and surprisingly, he obliged and let go, leaving me to land on the balls of my feet.

"Well, this has been a blast, but I must be off. Things to see, people to do." I flew off as fast as I could. But it was all in vain, another one of the black ropes wound around my ankle, dragging me back to Pitch's waiting arms. They were like a bear trap, the moment I made contact, they wound tightly around my neck and waist. He pulled me against his chest.

Oh great. The closest I've ever been to a guy and it's some damn cartoon villain that is most probably part of a delusion I've made for myself the moment my head hit the floor of my bedroom.

I wriggled like I had never wriggled before, but I couldn't free myself from his arms. I stopped my fruitless escape as I saw streams of the dark sand, twisting and turning before me, morphing into something big. It was only when the sand stopped when I realised what it was, a beautifully intricate cage, and I was suddenly thrown in. I heard the rush of sand as it closed up the gap, removing any hope of escape.

JACK'S POV

The eggs were broken. Their broken shells covered the tunnel floor. Guilt filled my consciousness, but it was soon replaced with a deep feeling of dread.

Claire. She isn't here, so she must be stuck in there, with Pitch.

My eyes widened in absolute panic as I banged my fists against the sealed door, screaming her name in anguish. But it was pointless, there was no way that I could get back in. I suddenly heard a light humming near my head. It was Baby Tooth.

At least she's okay, but she can barely make up for a human being.

I left quickly, in search of the Guardians, we could all then rescue Claire together.

I soon arrived at a small park in England, where the others were, they all looked far from happy.

"Are you ok? What happened?" I asked, surely not all the eggs could have been broken.

"Pitch happened, his Fearlings broke all the eggs, they didn't even make it to the surface." Bunny struggled to control the anger and agony in his voice. It wasn't until Tooth spoke that I realised what I was holding. My teeth, that were stolen by Pitch.

"Where did you get those?" Her eyes widened as realisation dawned on her, "Where's Claire?" she covered her mouth with her hands in an act of shock.

North grew angry, and snapped, "Is that where you were? WITH PITCH?!"

"He's got to go. WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU!" Anger filled every syllable of Bunny's words.

In an act of surrender, I flew away to the only place in the world that felt like home, Antarctica. I dropped the ridiculous wooden baby that North gave me onto the grass.

While I was flying, I couldn't help but fear the worst for Claire,

I can only imagine the kind of torture he's putting her through. It would be Hell, absolute Hell.

CLAIRE'S POV

"HEY I JUST MET YOU, AND THIS IS CRAZY. BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER, SO CALL ME MAYBE!"

I have only been in this damned cage for 10 minutes, but it feels more like 10 hours, so I have been entertaining myself by singing.

For what seemed like the millionth time, Pitch snarled, "Will you just shut up!"

"No can doosville, babydoll. You put me in here, so motherfucking deal with it."

He sighed angrily in response, so continued my singing. After I had finished 'Call Me Maybe', I immediately started 'Low' by Flo Rida, complete with backing vocals.

"I will kill you if you don't shut the hell up."

I stopped singing in order to reply, "No you won't!"

"How are you so sure?" He replied in a monotone.

"Because, you need me to be your little trump card against Jack."

Now, that surprised him.

Well, it's obvious! It happened in the movie with Baby Tooth, and I am here instead of her. So it makes sense that I would be taking her place in the situation in Antarctica.

"Clever girl. It would seem that you are of better value than I thought."

"Better believe it!" I smiled, then started humming

He stared at me, wide eyed, for a second, before sighing,

"How is it that you are still so happy? Even when you are being held against your will in a cage. Aren't you scared?"

"Nope! I am only scared of one thing, well many things actually, and you are none of them."

He merely sighed in response,

Changing my tone to sincerity, I spoke again "Sorry."

"Why do you apologise? You have done nothing wrong, apart from spitting on me, and breaking my nose."

"I had a perfectly good reason to do that, and I believe it adds character. Your face was boring before but now it actually has something going for it." I smiled, "And if anyone asks how it happened, you can say that it was because of the most beautiful, funny, amazing person you've ever met. But that isn't saying much because you seem kinda like a hermit and have probably only met like three people in your life."

I paused before adding,

"I apologise, because Fear is what you live off. You thrive on it. That is why you staked this attack on the Guardians. You want to be feared, you want to be believed in. I honestly don't see why that is such a problem for them. In a way, you too are protecting the children, Common sense is often mistaken for fear. Your fear is what keeps the children from making stupid mistakes. You are what makes them stay away from dark alleys and creepy strangers, not to mention other dangers. It is that fear of darkness, injury, and the unknown that stops the children from being hurt, or even dying. In a way, you are the greatest Guardian that children could have, even though you aren't sugar-coated like the others. Wow, that was quite a monologue. I really outdid myself there!. But seriously, I meant everything that I just said."

It took Pitch a little while to process my little speech. Eventually, a little smile spread across his lips.

I poked my arm out of a gap between the beautifully carved bars of the cage

"I'm Claire, by the way."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, apart from your wretched singing."

I opened my mouth to object, but before I could, Pitch did something so entirely unexpected, I nearly fainted,

Instead of shaking my hand, as I thought he would, he held it delicately and kissed it.

"I'm Pitch. Pitch Black."

WHAT THE SHIT?! And am I blushing?

"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you Pitch?."

"I try" his smirk is almost as attractive as Jack's.

Woah, control yourself Claire. Don't want to get all fangirly and freak the poor guy out.

As I leant my head against the side of the cage, trying to process what just happened, a Fearling floated down next to Pitch and whinnied something. Pitch nodded his head in understanding, and turned to me,

"Time to go, my little Trump Card."

"First get me a fucking jacket, then we're talking."

He raised one eyebrow, before gesturing something at the Fearling, which flew off, and returned with a large, black jacket. Which I quickly pulled on, and due to its size, I looked like a kid in dress up.

Of course it would be black, I doubt he has any other colour in his wardrobe. Except for maybe very, very dark grey.

A cloud of black sand surrounded the pair of us, and before I knew it, we where in Antarctica.

Helloo!

There have been a few reviews as to the Pitch vs Jack poll, and Pitch is winning by a landslide (5 votes for Pitch and none for Jack). But I have decided to write two endings, because I came up with an idea for a Jack-orientated ending. I will be writing Pitch's first though. And even writing this chapter has made me more of a Pitch fangirl that what I already was. :)

I love you all!