A/N: I have heard your pleas for more (hey hey, don't get ahead of yourselves guys, I have some surprises up my sleeves for this story.) Here's to an extra long chapter. With a horrible ending (hides under covers). Have I mentioned medical research? It puts some really bad ideas into my head...
"How do ya take care of a bloody winter spirit?!" Bunny's hands were numb from close contact with Jack.
Jack's wounds were clean and the yeti's were working on bandages, but his fever was still raging. Sandy had knocked him out, but he still twisted and turned. Not a nightmare, but definitely not a peaceful dream either.
Seeing Jack so clearly not himself made Bunny feel sick, "Sandy, why won't your sand make him dream?"
Sandy was puzzled, Jack should be dreaming. He should be completely relaxed, but it was like something was preventing him. Something...
Sandy's eyes widened and he made a bunch of symbols rapidly.
"Woah, slow down a bit, mate."
Sandy took a deep breath and made an image of him sending dream-sand to a snowflake.
"You're sending dream-sand to Jack."
Sandy nodded, a wall came up between him and the snowflake and only a little bit of dream-sand made it to the snowflake.
"Something's preventing you?"
Sandy nodded.
"Well, what is it?"
Sandy's face fell, an arrow pointing to the snowflake.
"Jack is preventing you?!" Bunny looked at the spirit laying on the couch.
"How?" North was equally mystified.
Sandy's face fell, he didn't want to tell them this.
A profile of Pitch formed over his head.
"Pitch did this to him?! I'll beat him to a bloody pulp!"
Sandy made a huge X over his head.
"Not Pitch?"
Sandy thought harder, a nightmare formed.
"Jack's battling a nightmare?"
Another huge X, why was it so hard to communicate something so simple?
A smooth voice pierced the quiet, "Give up?"
Bunny swung around to the voice in shadows and practically spat the name, "Pitch."
()()()
Tooth held Jamie close to her. Her anxiousness was increasing, none of the Guardians had come to tell her any news. She hadn't seen any yetis for a while too. If she hadn't been holding Jamie, she'd be wringing her hands.
Suddenly Baby Tooth flew in the door. She was chittering anxiously until she noticed Jamie's still form in Tooth's arms.
Tooth deflated, she had left the mini-teeth collecting teeth while she went and responded to North's call. They had no idea what had happened and Tooth wished she didn't have to be the bearer of sad news.
Baby Tooth fluttered all around Jamie and Tooth, asking questions the whole time.
For once, Tooth wasn't in the mood to talk.
Baby Tooth picked up on Tooth's mood immediately and went to put a comforting hand on her mother's shoulder.
Tooth smiled sadly at her, "Thanks Baby Tooth." Tooth looked down at Jamie and tears began to form in her eyes, "I- I just feel so helpless." The tears spilled out over Tooth's face.
Baby Tooth went to wipe Tooth's tears, the tears rolling over her little hands.
Tooth cried silently, clutching Jamie close to her.
Baby Tooth didn't want her Mama to be so sad. She didn't want Jamie to be so still and solemn. She wanted them both to be happy and smiling, preferably smiling.
Jack could always make them smile! Baby Tooth looked around for the familiar blue hoodie. When she didn't see it, her breath caught in her throat. Where was Jack? Jack and Jamie were almost always together. If Jamie was hurt, Jack would be right there unless...
Baby Tooth let out an anxious squeak, Where's Jack?
Tooth's tears spilled faster, she knew Baby Tooth and Jack were friends, but she wanted to spare her little tooth from seeing her friend in such a condition.
Baby Tooth felt her breath quicken. She asked again, Where is Jack?
Tooth's face crumpled, "Ja- Jack is..."
A flat-line abruptly cut her off...