AN: Here's chapter three of "The Other Half." This is back to being in present day, picking up where chapter one left off. So, Jillian is about to find out that Jack Frost is actually her brother Jack who she thought had been dead for 300 years. Also, I'm going to try to make Pitch a little more in character, since I know he seemed a bit OOC in the first one. But I figured he'd be a little shaken up after the fearlings attacked him. Read and Review! –Katheryn xx
Previously:
"Even if what comes at us next is your frosty elder brother and his new little Guardian pals," he murmured quietly.
He leaned in for another kiss, but Jillian pulled back farther. Her eyes were wide with shock.
"What? Jack is alive?"
Chapter Three
Jillian sat up completely, her hands now resting on Pitch's torso. Her eyes were filled with confusion and a little bit of hurt as she stared at her lover.
The King of Nightmares himself was staring up at her a bit sheepishly. He hadn't meant for her to hear that last part.
"Umm, well…" he started, looking away slightly.
"Pitch." Jillian said, her tone sharp. "What exactly are you hiding from me?"
Pitch closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a sigh. He had really wanted to save this discussion for later. After the day he'd had, all he wanted was to spend the night with his girl. But Jillian was fierce when it came to getting answers. Once she was interested in something, she wasn't likely to forget about it.
"Jillian, you know Jack Frost right?"
"Well, of course, who doesn't," Jillian said. "He's the spirit of winter, always stirring up trouble and only concerned with having fun." Jack Frost had made Jillian's life difficult quite a few times as the centuries passed.
"Well, it would seem that Jack Frost is your brother Jack," Pitch admitted.
Jillian slowly got up off of him as she took in this information. Jack Frost, her brother? No, it just wasn't possible. She would have known, she would have seen him after he'd died. He would have come to see her, wouldn't he have?
"How do you know this, Pitch?" she said lowly.
Pitch got up off the floor and walked over to her, stopping about six inches away. He reached out a hand, as if to touch her shoulder, but pulled it away at the last moment.
"Through his memories," he sighed. "I stole all of Toothiana's tooth stores and his were amongst them. As were yours. At little comparison was all that was needed to prove that he was your brother."
Jillian felt as if her whole world had just shifted on its axis. Jack was alive. He was a legendary, like her, like Pitch. But then why did he never come to see her? Why wasn't he there when she needed him?
"You mentioned the Guardians," Jillian finally said. "Why?"
There was a pause before Pitch responded. He really didn't want to mention this part, but it would seem he hadn't much of a choice. Jillian would know if he lied; she wouldn't be pleased with him, either way.
"Jack has become a Guardian. The Guardian of 'Fun,' it would seem," Pitch said, only a little bitterly. "He was the key to my downfall."
"You fought Jack," was all that Jillian replied.
Pitch winced. Before he knew of Jack's connection to his Jillian, he hadn't had a problem fighting him. Then he realized and had tried, unsuccessfully, to lure the spirit of winter to his side, for both his and Jillian's sakes.
"I didn't do much damage," he admitted. "Just broke his staff and left him in Antarctica. He bounced back just fine."
"How long have you known?"
"Not long. I found out when I saw the memories. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even suspected."
Jillian remained quiet for a moment, her hands balled into fists at her side. Pitch sensed her anger, but knew somehow that she wasn't mad at him.
"Why didn't he look for me?" Her voice cracked ever so slightly on the word 'look.'
Pitch rushed forward at that and wrapped his arms around Jillian. She buried her head in his chest, tears beginning to build in her eyes.
"He didn't remember you, love," Pitch finally said, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "When he turned into Jack Frost, he lost all memory of his life as your brother. He only just got the memories back."
"So that's it, then," Jillian said. "Jack didn't remember me and he won't want to know me now."
Pitch grasped her chin lightly and pulled her face up to his. He kissed away the lone tear running down her face.
"Why wouldn't he want to know you now, love? You're his sister; I'm sure if you went to talk to him, he'd love to see you again."
"But I'm your other half," Jillian explained, her eyes boring into his. "He just got done fighting you and most likely thinks you're a horrible person. He probably wants nothing to do with you, Pitch. And I am tied as closely to you as a Legendary can be."
Pitch tensed slightly, but moved a hand up to stroke through her hair.
"If Jack is half the brother, you've told me he is," Pitch said, "then he will not let your association with me affect his relationship with you." And with that he dropped a light kiss on her forehead.
"Now then," Pitch said, ready for a change of topic. "Are you busy tonight? Because I , for one, would quite enjoy a quiet night with my girl. You could tell me about how things went in Paris."
Jillian looked up and kissed him lightly.
"I'm sure I could afford taking the night off. After all, that was my original plan and the cherubs should be able to handle one night without me."
The pair kissed again before just holding each other. Then Jillian smirked mischievously.
"Besides, I do need to talk to you about Paris. It seems your little attempt at destroying the Guardians had some rather adverse effects on my assignment."
Pitch gulped dramatically before pulling her into the other room, smiles on both of their faces.
Perhaps this would work out; perhaps she could have both her brother and her lover. Perhaps they could be a family again. For now, Jillian could only hope that things would turn out in the end.
