~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Notes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So I was at work today and this story came to my mind and I just couldn't get it out of my head. It just something different from the other story I am doing right now, but don't worry that one is still in full swing. So anyway here you go.

Disclaimer: I don't own RotG, also this story is based off the movie not books so please excuse and mishaps of information if there is any. This is rate K+ rating may change, if anyone thinks it needs to be different please pm or leave a review and inform me.

Also the concept of the master of times ever changing appearance is kind of similar to that of Clockwork off of Danny Phantom. So any Phantom Fans out there should notice the similarities. (Hehee *BEWARE!)

Chapter 1: Twelve long years… Round 2

Pitch stared at the metal globe within his lair, the light of all the children who believed shinning as brightly as ever. Intoxicating and infuriating, the sight was enough to make him want to hurl, but yet again here he was starring at.

Twelve years, that was the length of time that had spanned since he had last made his appearance upon the surface. Now most everyone had forgotten the chaos. On a positive note his absence and lack of movement had most people believing that he was weak. That he was hiding deep within his caves fighting off the nightmares and licking his wounds.

Unknown to the Guardians was that even though they had saved the children from a bulk of his fearlings, there were still a few children who were not spared from the scars of their nightmares. Those few children who had never lost that fear gave Pitch just the amount of energy he needed to start work on his newest plan.

It may have taken him twelve years to get everything ready, but it would be worth it to see the Guardians crumble.

Stealing one last look at the globe Pitch retreated back into the dark and winding halls of his home. Each step echoed loudly in the darkness as he made his way to a newly formed tunnel. It was the creation of this tunnel that took his plan so long to come to fruition.

Unlike that obnoxious E. Aster Bunnymund, he couldn't just tap his foot and go where he pleased. Nor could he just create a snow globe and vanish through a portal like that over zealous Santa Clause. Which, as luck would have it, the only two known ways to get to the place that he so desperately wanted to go. So, working his nightmare sand day and night he made a tunnel through the damp dark earth.

As he entered the finished pathway the sands slithered and inched away form their host providing him an unhindered root to the end. Once there he found an extremely thin film coating the side of the wall. It rippled and swayed like a sheet hanging on a banister in the wind; shining with a silvery hue much like that found in a mercury thermometer.

He was willing to take centuries of digging to locate this place, but as luck would have it, it only took him twelve years. Placing his hands behind his back he strode forward, all of the evil confidence he had radiating off him in waves.

Cog wheels of ever shape and size turned and creaked through out the halls of the massive bronze tower. Clocks, hourglasses, sundials, planetary solar systems of various sorts could be found scattered around the entirety of this enormous place. Anyone who was lucky enough to locate this place would find its likeness to that of clock maker's workshop.

Pitch gaped at this tower with amusement and glee; after all this was his first time actually venturing into the TimeKeepersTower. Sure he had a small glimpse of it from spying on the Guardians 200 years ago- when North misspoke a location to one of his globes-but seeing it with ones own eyes was something of a marvel.

Striding up to the doorless entrance Pitch entered the tower and began to investigate. It was very likely that the overseer of this place knew of his arrival already so he did not care to search for him, the two are bound to run into each other during his snooping of this place, so why rush.

If Pitch was right about one thing it was that Nicodemous Χρόνος (chronos for those who can't read his name) had most certainly noticed his presence. It was hard not to notice the buzzing of another life form in his realm of solitude. Unlike Jack Frost who hated solitude and sought out recognition Χρόνος did not. He found being around others did nothing but complicate things. It was mainly this reason- among many other things- that he placed his dwelling within the earth where no random stranger could intrude.

He had already glimpsed the coming of Pitch Black within the pool of water that rested upon the floor. Its surface was thin and clear and at the bottom of the basin was a thin layer of silver. True he could feel what is to come and even mentally visualize events in time; but he found it to be tiresome and occasionally foggy to recall without having to go into a trance like state. So to eliminate this little set back he formed this mirror of time, the perfect tool for the Guardian of Time.

Waving his right hand lazily over the waters surface the image of Pitch meandering through his halls became crystal clear. Rolling his eyes at the Boogie Man who almost broke a small cog he figured now was as good a time as any to find out what Pitch was thinking.

People thought that his ability to control time made him know everything that happened in the world, but that was far from it. It was his job to maintain the natural flow of time and that was really all there was to it. Now if there was a significant event that would take place along the time stream he would be aware of it, but that was only to insure that he could take control of a situation if he had to. Technically if he wanted he could think of a person, place, or situation and fortell all the possible outcomes, but even he couldn't be sure of which one would take place until a key point in time. The reason for this was because people were in control of their own destiny. Someone who was a villain and pure evil could surprise everyone by jumping in front of a car to save a child, thus altering the time line. He wasn't a mind reader for crying out loud.

Knowing Pitch's past and previous schemes, he was sure that what ever he had up his sleeve now was most certainly stupid and evil. Yes, that's right Χρόνος believed whole heartedly that the feud between Pitch and the Guardians was stupid. He didn't really care who won or lost because they were out of the time stream, and as such no longer his problem. It caused him a great deal of annoyance the last time one of the group dropped in, he was sure that this time wasn't going to be any different.

Jumping a good foot in the air Pitch found him self scooting away from the sudden appearance of the keeper of time. His appearance was not what he was expecting at all. The Master of Time stood roughly six foot nine inches tall, his long grey beard and hair hung both hung down to his knees. His eyes held no real definitive color to them, almost as if they were every color and no color all at once. His skin held no flaws or blemishes other than age telling wrinkles. An iridescent robe hung from his frame similar in appearance to the film that covered the cavern entrance; it matched well with the black under clothes that he adorned. No shoes covered his large feet and all that occupied his hands was a small empty hourglass.

It took a few good minutes for Pitch to look over the man and take in his appearance. Just when he thought that he had finally gotten his features memorized the man morphed into that of a an infant, his clothes and hair shrinking to the appropriate size to accommodate his age.

"Well you are certainly full of surprises." Pitch breathless spoke out.

"I could say the same to you, not many have found a way into my home. Though I shouldn't be surprised, after your nightmare bug ventured here with the Guardians it was only a matter of time before you would come looking."

"So you knew about the bug back then?" Pitch inquired clearly amused.

"I'm not like the other immortals in this world Mr. Black; you will do well not to forget that." As he spoke he morphed yet again, this time taking on the form of a well built middle aged man.

"Yes, I can see that." Pitches eye twitched at being called Mr. Black.

"Once you leave this plain the tunnel you made to get here will be useless, reverting back to nothing more than an ordinary cavern. Therefore, I suggest that what ever you came to do best be worth the trip, you won't get a second chance for quite a long time."

Pitch had kind of expected something along those lines, that's why he used all of those years plotting and digging. "Oh I fully intend to."

"Well then, I would say make your self comfortable but in truth I would rather you just leave. So state you business and be gone."

"Not very sociable are you?" Pitch jested but received no response, just a blank and annoyed face of an elderly man. "I see, well I have a little proposition for you."

"If it is about altering time to give you the upper hand on the Guardians then no, that little spat has nothing to do with me or the lines that I manage."

"Now hold on." Running in front of the being that drifted back to who knows where Pitch held up his hands. "How about we make a little wager?"

"I care not for games Mr. Black, now if that is all I am very busy."

"Oh but you see, I know very well that we immortals have some effect on that precious timeline of yours."

"Is that a threat MR. Black?" Χρόνος asked raising an eyebrow and lower his voice.

Shaking his head Pitch continued in his explanation, "Far from it, you see it has been my observation that although we personally don't concern you, some of us do act in a way that may alter the lives of those you do look over."

When Nicodemous made no move to leave Pitch proceeded, "You see there is a certain new Guardian that has just come into power."

"Jack Frost, I know of it what is your point?"

"Well, when this young spirit was not in power and left unseen his snow was passed off as just another natural phenomenon, but now he has children seeing him!"

Changing to the form of a child Nicodemous began to fiddle with the hourglass, clearly Pitch was losing the mans interest, "Everything the others do is harmless and changes nothing. They fill the worlds children with ridiculous emotions but only one of them causes harm to the children, and on a normal basis no less."

"It is their duty to protect all the world's children, what concern of it is mine if one slacks on the job?"

'That's harsh, this man could very well be more heartless then me,' Pitch inwardly thought. The fact that the strange being was showing some emotion meant that he was at least getting somewhere.

"It is your concern because his slacking and constant interference with the children could alter the thing you protect and cherish most."

The time master looked off into the distance, clearly he was thinking about what the Nightmare King had said. When his eyes became unfocused Pitch noticed a sort of flash appear behind the man's eyes. Like a movie was playing just for him to see; man was that a power the Nightmare King would love to have. However, if it meant staying isolated with this unsociable man for all eternity he would rather not.

After a few more moment of silence Χρόνος looked down at his feet like that of an old withered man, "I am still not convinced that this is any of my concern, even with all I have seen." Pitch wanted to explode; he was sure that his silver tongue had done him justice. Preparing to cut his losses he turned to leave when the voice spoke again, "Tell me Pitch, you said you had a wager for me. What exactly did you have in mind?"

Summer had come once again in the town of Burgess, and as much as the Guardian of Fun hated it he had no choice but to let it happen. If the choice was his, this particular town would be winter all year long, that way he could spend all his spare time here with the kids in town. When the town started to heat up he would normally venture out to other colder climates and help them keep their chill, but it just wasn't the same as in Burgess.

Sure kids all over the world started to believe in him thanks to Jamie and his friends spreading the word as kids. They helped out even more when they turned into adults themselves. None of the children in Burgess ever stopped believing in the fairy tale beings of old; they even earned the town a title, 'The Town that Never Ages".

Jamie now being 20 years old did wonders about spreading the news of Guardians existence in the form of an anime book series; his art work was praised in high school which earned him a scholarship to practically every art collage imaginable. It wasn't long before he got his first contract on and began his first series, everyone could guess what it was about. What stuck most people as odd though was his choice of the main character, well odd to anyone who didn't know Jamie. Most of all his stories revolved around the Winter Spirit Jack Frost, needles to say Jack felt a spike in believers once the boy's book hit the stores. Now that he had his twentieth birthday he was returning to Burgess to live and continue his manuscripts from there. After all of the places in the world this place inspired him like no other could. That was why even though it was summer and annoyingly hot the Winter Spirit came to visit, he wanted the boy's welcome home party to be the best.

After hours of being perched on a pine tree in the summer sun Jack, to his relief, spotted Jamie walking home. The boy's image didn't change all that much over the years; his dark brown hair hung loosely over his maple brown eyes. It swished with the style much like that found on the suave movie stars. He wore a brown leather jacket over a form fitting black shirt and blue jean that hit the ground in the back. Black sketchers covered the boy's feet completing the outfit.

With his hands stuffed in his jacket pocket and his back slumped over it made it hard to determine his height, but Jack was sure that it was somewhere in the five foot range. One glance at the boy and Jack knew the perfect way to get the young mans attention. Floating off the branch he swooped over the boy silently as ever, believer or not no one could detect Jack Frost if he was being sneaky, that was what made some of his pranks so good.

Forming thick snowflakes as to prevent them from immediately melting, he set them adrift down in mass to the boy. As each flake made its way to their target Jack speed off in the direction of his lake. If the boy seen the snowfall before it melted he would know exactly who was to blame, and where he would be.

Floating to the edge of his lake he gazed at the unfrozen with a frown upon his face. He hated seeing this pond unfrozen before he had is memories, he hated it even more now that he had some of them. Without thinking about the time of year Jack glided to the center of the lack and touched down. Before his feet even made contact the water began to freeze, it ice spread quickly the moment contact was made. Not quite satisfied Jack Tapped the end of his staff to the water for added insurance, and just like that the lake was frozen once again.

"Perfect!" the moment the words left his lips his breath hitched in his chest. Every muscle in his body tensed and strained under an unknown pressure. Grabbing his chest he let his staff fall from his hands and clatter onto the icy surface. All of his bones twisted and burned like they were in an acid bath, heat started building inside his body a feeling that he never felt before. Tears spilled over his eyes as his voice let out a weak attempt at a yell. With no air in his lungs there was no way to produce the sound that expressed his discomfort, without warning his vision blacked out and he crumpled to the ground.

What ever had assaulted him seemed to have left as quickly as it came, for when he opened his eyes there was no more pain. Sitting up he looked around to notice that little to no time passed at all, which was odd for him. He could have sworn he was out for days with the way he felt. Catching a glimpse of his staff he reached out to pick it up, or at least he tried to pick it up. When his hand entered the field of his vision he had all but froze in shock.

Pulling directly in front of his face Jack stared wide eyed at the child sized hand before him. This was not his hand, it couldn't possible be his hand! His hands were the size of a young adults not some toddler! Flipping over Jack rubbed the ice clear of any frost to produce a clear reflective surface.

Staring at the toddler version of him self in the lake made him hyperventilate, something like this had never in all of his 330 years happened which made his panic attack all the more understandable. Scrunching his eyes closed he opened them again and looked at the lake begging it to be some sick joke, or better yet a nightmare. If it was a nightmare then at least he could blame Pitch for it and go kick his butt.

Pushing himself to his feet he thought it best to reveal his predicament to the other Guardians, sure he hated to disturb them when they are so busy, but figured this time he could make an exception. His tiny feet only made it about three steps before his legs gave way and caused him to crash down to the ice. Shaking his head he made another attempt, then another, and then another. After ten times of falling Jack started to form tears in his eyes, this was just pathetic. Barley holding his staff on his lap he tried calling the wind to his aid, but it just gingerly touched his face as some sort of apology. Apparently it feared to carry him in such a delicate state, he wasn't really angry at the winds just disappointed.

With no way of leaving and no way of contacting the others his infant body did for him what he had been refusing to do…cry.

Jamie was walking nonchalantly back to his house when a cold breeze passed though his jacket. Knowing that it was summer he was preparing to brush it off as the wind playing around, that was until small white snowflakes passed across his face.

"Snow…in June?" he asked looking up to the sky. With no clouds in sight the boy smirked with delight, snow in June with no clouds meant Jack Frost was close by. Noticing that the town park was not far off he figured that was the best place to start searching. Jack wasn't going to just come out and say, 'What's up!' he was the spirit of fun. This lead Jamie to play hide and seek with the Spirit on numerous occasions; it would figure that this occasion was no different.

Traipsing through the woods, jumping logs and other such debris Jamie made his way to JacksLake. He had made it about two-thirds of the way there when he heard the sudden crying of a young child. Its wails of discomfort placed it the age range to that of 2-3 years. With every new bout Jamie sprinting that much faster to its aid.

After making it through the clearing he spotted the well known lake frozen solid, but what made him scratch his head in confusion were the two oddities about the scene. Jack Frost was not floating around panicking over the child for being on the lake, and the second was that there was an infant in Jacks oversized blue hoodie on the lake. At first Jamie figured the Guardian relinquished the hood to the child for warmth as he searched for help.

At least that was what he thought until the child started calling out for North, Bunny, Sandy, and Tooth.

"J-Jack?" Jamie whispered in disbelief, part of him pleading that what he was seeing wasn't true.

Much to his surprise the toddler whipped around upon hearing his name, silver hair dancing in the soothing touch of the wind and bright blue eyes filled to the brim with tears.

Jamie and Frost stared at each other for the longest of moments until Jamie gave in, with one hand on his hip the other brushed through his brown locks.

"Man, I hope your potty trained." The boy smirked at the shrunken Guardian. Oh if looks could kill.

***and that's a wrap! Well at least for now! I couldn't decide if I wanted it to be a one shot or a have a bunch of chapters. I know there are a few of you hooked on my other story at the moment but I thought this would be a nice change up.

Feel free to review and let me know if this should go on. lol