WARNING!

Guys, this is going to be a VERY controversial Chapter.

As in, some of you are going to hate me for writing this, and will probably un-favorite this story and walk away despising me for as long as it takes to forget that this fanfiction ever existed.

So I'm going to WARN you, right now…if you do not want to take the chance, then skip over this chapter.

BUT…If you do read it, and you disagree with what I wrote, then please do not leave any flames, just understand that I am merely writing my heart. It is a subject that makes me cry every time I hear about it and I just have to write it otherwise I will burst, that subject being, abortion.

I understand that some of you are very passionate about this topic no matter which side you stand on, so understand that this is merely my way of voicing my opinion, and I have no intention of insulting anyone.

This will be extremely dark and full of angst, so a warning to the older siblings who read this Drabble to their sisters and brothers.

Jack had never met death before, sure he had heard horror stories about him, both fictional and the truth from varying sources, but he had never met him face to face. Tonight however, would change that.

It was a little after midnight and Jack was flying over North America after enjoying a fun filled frolic in Europe, and he now wanted to shower some frosty love over his favorite cities. His mouth was wide with a grin, and he closed his eyes in rapture as contentment filled his very being, he loved it up here. Flying without a care in the world, knowing he had a family waiting for him at Santoff Clausen, and behind him was a cloud carrying a snowstorm of awesome proportions. It was perfect. That is until he opened his eyes, and saw a spirit he had never had the pleasure, or displeasure, or meeting face to face. Death.

The ancient spirit sat on the rooftop of a medical facility, his face drawn, and eyes hollow with the burden of being the caretaker of taking lives away from the masses living on the planet. However there was something else, something deeper that Jack sensed was afflicting the old immortal, something that was making his shoulders bend in defeat and his dark eyes fill with tears. Walking up, the winter spirit tentatively raised a hand, his mouth quirking into a small smile of greeting as he approached the dark figure.

"Uh," he laughed nervously "…Hi…"

Death jumped his eyes growing wide at the sudden company "…Hello…" he responded in a voice that was a whisper of the ages.

"Um, I'm Jack," the boy said shuffling his feet in discomfort "Jack Frost, you know…spirit of winter."

"I'm known as Death," the specter replied with a melancholy sigh before perking up and attempting a halfhearted smile "but my friends know me as Mortimer."

"Mortimer?" Jack cocked his head "Like…the first part of your name sounds like mortem…which is like…post mortem?"

Mortimer raised an eyebrow at the young boy before giving a smirk at Jack's joke "Oh yes," he chuckled softly "like I've never heard that one before."

"Hey," Jack raised his hands in defense while a playful grin lit his face "it's not my fault that your name is Mortimer, I can see why you just stick with Death."

The smile that had graced Death's features immediately fell at the mention of his job "Yes," he whispered almost in pain "that is how I am known, and all I will ever be."

Jack winced, his face falling into a guilty look of hurt "I'm sorry," the boy murmured his azure eyes falling to the ground "I didn't mean to make you depressed again. I actually came to cheer you up because you looked really sad."

"Don't worry," Death waved Jack away with his hand "it is nothing that you or I can control sometimes my job just takes more out of me than usual."

"If it's ok," Jack peeked at the specter from under long eyelashes "can I ask what's wrong?"

"Oh Jack," Mortimer sighed "you do not want to know. While you are over three hundred years old, and have seen much in your time as a spirit, there are still things you are naïve about, and should stay that way."

"Oh come on," Jack growled crossing his arms with a pout "I'm not some kind of helpless kid. I'm sixteen for Moon's sake!"

Death considered the child for a moment, then stood up with a groan "If you really want to know than I will tell you, but I cannot guarantee that you will leave happy that you know."

"I don't care," Jack shrugged "it can't be as awful as you say."

"But it can," Death hissed as if even uttering what was troubling him burned him from the inside out "my troubles stem from humans taking over the natural order of things, and taking lives that were meant to live."

"I know what that is," Jack waved with one hand casually "that's War, all humans fight in those. It's sad, but it's nothing to get depressed over."

"In a way you are correct," Death smiled humorlessly "but in a way you are vastly wrong."

"How?"

Death waved his hand and suddenly the night air was torn by the screams and cries of millions of babies. Jack covered his ears as he listened to the wails of infants, their shrieks of agony splitting through the dark, while still more sobbed and keened in unrelenting pain. Falling to his knees, the youngest Guardian felt his heart crack in two as he endured the sounds of the little children, listened to their screams, listened to their weeping. Tears formed in his eyes, and finally Jack added his own voice to the roar.

"STOP!" he cried "JUST STOP IT!"

Once again Death waved his hand and the wails disappeared, echoing away in the dark till they were gone. Jack lay on the ground, gasping for air, clutching his chest "What…" he moaned "what was that?"

Death sighed "That was the sounds of millions of babies all over the world being murdered by their mothers."

"WHAT?!" Jack leapt to his feet "Why?!"

"Because the humans believe that they should have the right to choose whether or not that child should be allowed to be born into this world." The dark spirit shrugged.

"But…But…" Tears were falling freely now "But they're just kids…babies…it isn't fair!"

"No," the spirit shook his head "no it is not, but it is what is happening regardless."

Jack bit his lip "How?"

"How? You don't want to know how." Death spat.

"You already told me that it's happening," Jack snarled "as a Guardian whose entire reason for existing is to protect children, it is my duty to know how!"

The spirit groaned, knowing that he was shattering an innocence that should never have been broken "It depends," Death croaked sadly "some clinics burn the baby alive with a saline solution, others tear the baby to shreds piece by piece until it dies, while still others let the baby be born early and stick scissors into the back of its neck and cut the child's spinal cord."

"C-Can," Jack gasped as tears flowed down his face "Can the baby feel it? Does it feel it when they do this."

"…Yes…"

Jack fell to his knees, uncontrollable sobs wracking his frame, and for a while, that was the only sound on that lonely rooftop, that is until a certain rabbit arrived.

"Jack ya bludger, yer late fer another mee-" Aster paused and rushed to Jack's side green eyes glaring accusingly at Death "What did ya do ta the kid Mortimer?!"

"Nothing that he did not ask for." The spirit replied sorrowfully "I tried to dissuade him from asking Aster, but the boy is relentless and would not take no for an answer."

Bunny glared with concerned eyes at the boy now sobbing in his arms "Stubborn wanker," he murmured softly as he rubbed Jack's back comfortingly "so what was it he wanted to know?"

"…Abortion…"

The Pooka winced, his green eyes immediately filling with hot tears at the one thing the Guardians could not protect children from, their one ultimate failure to defeat "I'm so sorry Jackie," the Easter spirit whispered hoarsely as he gripped the child in a tight hug "I'm so sorry ya have ta learn about something so terrible."

"W-WHY?!" Jack shouted pounding Bunny's chest with an angry fist "Why do humans do things like that?!"

"I don't know," Bunny shook his head mournfully "I don't know snowflake."

"B-But," the boy continued "all t-those k-k-kids, they're being K-KILLED! We have to stop it!"

"We can't," the rabbit sighed snuggling Jack and rocking him gently "they make decisions fer themselves, we can't interfere."

"But the humans cried about school shootings!" Jack screamed "They cried over a man walking into a school and pointing a gun and killing kids, but they think it's ok to burn a baby alive, or tear it to shreds?! That's SICK!"

"I know," Bunny said softly not pausing in his rocking or caressing Jack's hair "I know."

The winter child melted into another round of screamed sobs, and Death slowly stood "I'm so sorry Aster," he whispered "I never would have wanted this to happen."

"Nah mate," Bunny shook his head snuffling Jack's temple as he cast tearful green eyes on the spirit "if anyone suffers most it's you. We just have ta live with the knowledge that it happens, yer the one who actually has ta fetch the souls of those children, I'm sorry that I failed ya as a Guardian in protectin' those ankle biters."

"You didn't fail," Death said his eyes growing hard "the humans did by supporting it."

With barely a whisper of sound, Death disappeared leaving Bunny and a disconsolate winter spirit to weep on the roof for the lives of millions of babies all over the world.

LIKE I SAID…VERY VERY DARK…

I assume that as a Guardian, Jack would be against abortion.

To anyone who read this and supports it, I'm sorry that we have such different views, but I am entitled to my own opinion, just as you have yours.

If this chapter has touched the hearts of anyone, I hope it made you think. If I offended or hurt anyone, it was not my intention, but it is still an issue that I feel very strongly about.

If you do not wish to review, I understand, and I promise that I have a very upbeat and fun one shot planned next that features Bunny, Pitch, Jack, and Toothiana.