Fable flushed, with embarrassment and anger. Returning her attention to Frost, she pushed him off. She stood up, brushing her arms and straightening her jacket as she did so. Issuing North a look of regret, she muttered. "I apologize North, it was impolite of me to pick a fight in your home."

Jack snickered only to receive a glare from the Russian. "It ok, Jack can be….hard to work with sometimes."

Taking notice of the look of irritation of the winter spirit's face, Fable quirked an eyebrow in his direction "I believe the words you are looking for is juvenile, imperceptive egotistical, and…."

She could have gone on for days, but another firm look from North silenced her. Averting her eyes, she mumbled. "But I suppose hard to work with, describes him just as well."

"Did you just call me stupid again!?"

This spurred yet another spat. Fable threw her hands up. "I thought we went through this in my library. I said and I quote 'head as thick as permafrost.' Do I have to dumb my word choice down even more so your insignificant mind can grasp the fact that I've deemed you stupid?"

Everyone thought it impossible for Jack Frost to go red faced, yet somehow he managed it. If anything, he resembled a volcano about to blow. "Enough!"

Again, there was silence, Jack rubbed the back of his neck, and Fable's lips pulled inward as she proceeded to bite them. "You two, separate sides of room, now!"

Great Moon, Fable found this the most humiliating, she felt like ill behaved student being told to sit in the front of the class after being called out by the teacher. Once the pair separated, their host proceeded to lead them back to the main part of the room. Standing before the Globe, they found the other Guardians.

Tooth and her Baby Teeth performed their usual swooning over Jack's teeth. Much to the annoyance of Fable, could they at least have some shred of control? Frost caught the knowledge spirit's annoyance, and threw her a wink. Normally Tooth's attention made him uncomfortable, but just for the sack of aggravating Fable; he humored the Baby Teeth and put on an act of enjoying the attention.

Rolling her eyes, Fable greeted Sandy, who returned the favor with the tip of a top hat and respectful bow. The pair began to perform a very strange sort of conversation. Fable never seemed to miss a beat in translating the pictures that flew over the Sandman's head. In fact, she hardly paused to think about what they meant. Throughout the entire exchange, she only mussed the meanings a couple times. A record for any of the Guardians had it been their accomplishment.

At last, North called them to attention, and the meeting of the five Guardians and one knowledge spirit began. "I have called upon you again in time of great need fellow Guardians. It has been almost five years since Pitch's rebellion, since we defeat him. But, he has returned, and threatens the safety of the children, not just them, but those past childhoods."

Turning the burly Russian looked down at Fable. "Fable, I speak for all when I say, we are sorry for not trusting you."

She waved her hand, dismissing the apology. "Got my fill at the library, let's get started shall we?"

Fable smiled, and silently implored that North continue. "I have ask that Fable come here, because she has inside knowledge on Pitch."

Jack stepped up. "Inside knowledge?! The only way she could get that is by working with Pitch at some point…"

She didn't move, didn't even budge. But she did yell. "The floor does not recognize Mr. Frost."

Taking a deep breath she looked up. "Alright, let's get something straight here. Yes, I did know Pitch on a personal level, emphasis on 'did.' We traveled together when I was at my beginning. He was the first spirit I met on the road, and I was completely terrified of being alone. All I had was the urge to tell stories that was all and surprisingly I was a little down because I had no one to talk to. Tell stories, and leave that was my charge. He provided some conversation in my travels. But when he started demanding that I tell more horror stories to the children, I refused, we fought, he got a few good hits in, and I got him on the head with my walking stick. We then parted ways after coming to truce. It wasn't until he went on a full rebellion that I saw him again."

Jack stared, as did the other Guardians. "I am not fond of Pitch, if anything I hate him more than you do. Now if we could just get past all the distrust, we could move forward and I can start filling you in on what I think Pitch is up to."

Her attention was fully focused on Jack now, and finally, at long last he nodded. "Good. North, if I may?"

The Russian smiled and allowed her the floor. Fable grabbed for her bag and pulled out a very old looking book, the leather was worn and it even darned a few bite marks in it. "This, this is the last book I have that contains information on Pitch. It's the journal I kept when we traveled together, there used to be more like it from the earlier and later years. We were traveling companions for at least five years... This is the last journal I have that documents the happenings. If I am correct in thinking, this also contains vital information involving Pitch's powers and where they stand with teenagers."

Opening the book, Fable placed her open palm on the yellowed pages. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Slowly, as if a pen were writing upon the air, crudely drawn pictures and words formed over the book. Pulling her hand back, Fable began to read from her journal. "A year we have been on the road together. A year and I have grown to know more about Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, what the children have begun to call the Boogeyman."

Author's Note: So we have little more background information about Fable and Pitch's relationship, I suppose if any of us were confused and technically reborn yesterday, we'd trust him to. Anyway, this should be pretty much the last we hear of Jack not trusting Fable for a while. I hope you like, and I hope that Fable's influence on her journal is believable, you know how it is. Storytellers can bring a tale to life, why not have that be literal for the ultimate storyteller? Also, update on the new laptop, I've finally ordered it and it should be here soon so I can set it up, woohoo!