Hello^^ I hope you like it. Expect a lot of angest, darkness XP lol Jamie is 14, I might change it later. But I find it stupid to change him into a 17 year old. Jack is 17 years old, I did want him 16, but a few people bitched about it, so here it is.

I have a Beta for this now, YAY^^

Wrote by-ME^^

Edit by-Rasiaa (Thank you, so much^^)

Pitch held the arrow of darkness high. His dark eyes narrowed. This was the last time Jack Frost would get in his way. He was so close to destroying the Guardians and yet they had to go and get that last bloody believer didn't they?

Well, after years and years of planning- in reality it was only a couple of years- Pitch had a new and improved plan that he set off only a couple of weeks ago. Since then, he had been playing the Guardians, messing with their heads to get Jack Frost right where he wanted him.

Yes, the Guardians had fallen straight into his plan without fail, or so he thought.

But even Pitch should know, your greatest weapon can turn against you.

~#~#~

Watching as his favorite Guardian fought off the pure black horses, wolfs and other terrifying creatures, Jamie couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he watched the frosted haired boy leap over a beast, his staff in hand.

The chestnut haired boy felt anxious, as he always felt anxious when it came to his guardian. It had to be tonight, of all nights, that Pitch decided to fight the Guardians, didn't it? The night when the young 14 year old had decided to tell Jack the truth, the reason why he had been so bent on avoiding the spirit for the past couple of months.

Whenever Jack visited, the boy just felt nervous, his hands would sweat and random words would be mumbled from his lips. Eventually Jamie had decided to lock the windows to avoid talking to the spirit, but of course that went down the drain when Jack simply used Sophie's window to get in. And Jamie's excuse? "I didn't notice." Or "I was listening to music." Or "I was doing my homework and didn't hear you."

So yes, that plan failed. Jamie decided to try another thing, whenever Jack visited it was always after 8:00pm, Jamie would cuddle up in his bed, close his eyes and ignore when his bedroom temperate would drop, and ignore the soft poking and the soft voice that would mutter 'Jamie, are you awake?' He would pretend to be asleep whenever Jack decided to visit.

That plan was great, until Jack decided to come over earlier so he could 'spend time with him and not affect his bed time' Jamie felt guilty then. In reality Jack wasn't affecting his bed time- he was allowed to stay up to 10:30pm- but Jamie didn't have the heart to tell Jack that.

So, onto the next plan. When Jack would visit, Jamie would tell Sophie, since she was now 7 years old, to tell Jack he was out with his friends or simply busy. It worked, until Jack decided to hang out with Sophie until Jamie got home. Jack had floated into Jamie's room, giving the boy the great pleasure to explain why he was at his house and not out with Pippa or Monty or even Cupcakes.

That resulted in Jack becoming suspicious of him.

Now not only did Jamie have to deal with Jack wanting to spend time with him, but also the boy didn't just let it slide anymore. Jack was watching Jamie carefully, noticing everything the boy did, and every excuse he used to avoid hanging out together, Jack would then bring up next time.

And that resulted in Jamie excusing himself too many times. Jack finally confronted him. And Jamie, being already nervous and anxious around the boy, spun around and ran, with his tail between his legs.

Of course, Jack did try to stop him. He reached for his arm, so Jamie had pushed him away. He leaped in front of Jamie, and Jamie had circled around him. He used the end of his staff to loop around Jamie's waist; Jamie had slipped straight out of it. He froze the ground underneath Jamie; he had slipped, but rolled straight away from the other boy.

In the end, Jack grew frustrated. He made a whole wall of ice, successfully blocking the younger boy from running.

Jamie had no choice but to tell the truth. And he did, with a bright red face, buckling knees, shaky shoulders, harsh breath and sweaty hands. He avoided eye contact as he explained. He explained everything, the small feeling he would get around the other, the funny feeling he got from his chest, the sweaty hands, the shaky legs, the way his thoughts went fuzzy to make him speak strange, and the incredible pleasure he got from just sitting with the other. Everything including the strange hurt he felt whenever he was around him.

After his small, embarrassing speech, Jamie had expected the boy to yell at him, to say harsh words, to do anything, but he did not expect Jack to laugh and smile warmly and fondly at him.

"I see. Your in love with me," he had said with such confidence. The thought didn't even cross his mind; Jamie was too caught up in trying to stop the feelings that he never really thought about what they were. To say he was shocked was an understatement.

Jamie had blushed brightly and scratched the back of his head. It made sense to him, and he felt stupid for not coming up with that on his own. Jamie had looked Jack in the face, something he hadn't done since everything started and asked, "A-And what d-do you think about it?"

There was no hesitation, Jack straight away to open his mouth, but he was beaten to the punch by a familiar, sinner, and darker voice. It laughed at them, teased them about it.

Jack had spun around, and he stood in front of Jamie. He held his staff and glared at the tall men clashed in black.

"What do you want, Pitch?" Jack had asked, his voice harsh. Jamie had never heard Jack's voice like that, and it is scary to think Jack could even talk like that, the mere thought sending shivers down his spine.

"Oh nothing. I just thought of your weakness," Pitch had said, his voice smooth and enchanting. If Jamie hadn't known any better he would of thought the man was of great rank and power, an amazing person who was highly respected, just by his voice. But sadly Jamie did know better, and he knew what the man wanted, and by further extent what this man was willing to do to get it.

He knew this man wanted nothing more then to destroy the world and rebuild it a new.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Jack asked. This time his voice was low, as if he wasn't expecting Pitch to answer it. Like he was already bored with the talk. Like he wanted nothing more then to walk away and pretend that he never meet Pitch; that it never happened.

"Hmm. Well, Jack Frost, your one weakness is the boy you stand in front of," Pitch smirked, his white teeth poked out of his mouth like fangs of a vampire. The look on his face scared Jamie very much. He wanted to hide, to run to his mummy and beg her to make the mean man to go away.

"But, why would I destroy something so strong? So powerful that it would help me take over the world?"

Jack tightened his grip of his wind staff, his eyes narrowed. He was interested again.

"What do you mean?" Jack hissed. He was threatened as nothing good could come out of Pitch's words. He knew that, and he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, especially when Jamie was in the balance.

What could Pitch possibly be going on about? What was he suggesting?

Pitch smirked even wider, the smile looking like it would rip his face in half. He raised his hands and stared down at Jack, "You'll see Jack. Oh you'll see," He called as black sand swished around him. He disappeared high into the sky, leaving different terrifying creatures behind.

"J-Jack?" He asked. Jamie was scared, and worried. Jack couldn't take on all of those on his own. How could he call the other Guardians?

"Jack, be careful! Jack, right! Jack, left! Jack, above you! Jack, below you!"

Jack twilled his staff around, slashing creatures in half and freezing creatures whole, destroying the creatures. But he's strained, tired and Jamie could see that. He worried more as Jack's movements began to slow down a little. It was too much for him to keep up with.

"Jack, behind you!"

A flash of darkness, followed by a flash of blue, and Jamie's suddenly not on the ground. He's suddenly high up on a tree. He buries his face in a blue jacket, and an ice-cold hand loops around his waist tightly, harsh pants coming from above him.

Jamie was almost attacked.

He was saved, just barely.

He won't be saved again if this keeps going like this.

Jamie knows, he can tell. Jack is losing. Pitch is too strong for him by himself.

Looking up, Jamie doesn't know what to do. How can he call upon the other Guardians? He knows, he just can't remember, he is useless in the face of fear.

Suddenly Jack's breath hitches and Jamie's pulled closer, tighter. A flash of pure darkness rushes at them, and a flash of gold saves them.

"Sandy!" Jack calls, and Jamie could hear the excitement, relief and happiness in his voice as he calls upon the other. Relief curls in his stomach as he hears a soft jingle. Jamie's gently placed back onto the ground, but the arm around his waist stays.

Suddenly the ground shakes, a bright pink flower appears by them and Bunny stand high and mighty. Jack says something which angers the rabbit, but Jamie can't hear, his own heartbeat in his ears, thumping loudly.

Bunnymund yells, Jack laughs, Sandy jungles. Everything's fine, Jack has help. He can clam down now, but yet he doesn't and wonders why. He doesn't understand why his chest hurts, and what's going on.

Suddenly cold hands touch his head, hands stroke his messy locks, and a soft voice whispers to him. "It's alright now Jamie. Everything's fine now. Clam down."

And he does, it suddenly doesn't hurt anymore. His body feels warm- which is strange since he's pressed up against a living ice-pop. Jamie nods his head and breaths. When Bunny asks if he's all right, he nods again, and he nods yet again when Sandy jingles at him.

"Jack?" Calls a high-pitched female voice. Suddenly a blur of bright colors flash around them. Tooth is here. She's worried, so she cries for an explanation. She settles down as she looks at Jack's teeth. She sighs happily before she speaks again, this time asking if Jamie was all right.

He nods again.

North is last. He enters dramatically, and the others are fighting again. The others are winning- Tooth falls, her wings wrapped in dark sand, and a sword slashes at the sand, destroying it.

He laughs jollily and yells gleefully, "Santa shall always win." Everyone laughs. Bunnymund smirks and rolls his eyes, Sandy grins brightly, Tooth sighs in relief, and Jack laughs.

Jamie's relieved, everything's okay. But yet, he has this feeling it's not.

It's yelling, screaming, everything is not all right.

Everything will fall.

And yet, it will still be okay.

Jamie's confused, is it a bad thing or no? He doesn't know.

~#~#~#~

Jamie gasps, his green eyes watch as Pitch summons more creatures. Jack freezes them, while Tooth splits them, Bunny blows them up, North cuts them up, and Sandy transforms them into golden sand.

"They're winning," Jamie sighs, his hand curls up to his chest. "That feeling won't leave," he whispers softly and shakes his head. He pushes it to the far back of his mind.

"They will win!"

Suddenly Sandy gets surrounded in a cocoon of black sand. Jamie's eyes widen, and he panics even more when Jack launches towards Sandy. Jack throws his arms tightly around the small man as an arrow in the shape of a dragon lunches at his back.

Feeling it hit his back, Jack cries in pain as he throws Sandy away from him, to safety. The arrow exploded, pure black and purple sand wraps around the boy, it's creates a huge ball of sand.

Jack disappears into the sand.

Jamie's frozen in fear as he watches the other guardians rush towards the ball. Bunnymund screams and hits it but nothing happens. The ball of sand isn't affected. He moves to hit it again but is blocked by North. "Bunnymund, clam down. You could be hurting Jack." He says, his voice heavy with worry.

Suddenly Pitch laughs loudly, his laugh bouncing off the trees, making everyone look up in fear. The man smirks down at them, his eyes flash and he laughs again, "Silly old Guardians. Jack isn't gone." He smirks and crosses his arms across his chest; the smile on his face grows as the ball of sand explodes.

Pure black sand flies out, whipping around wildly. At first glance Jamie's relieved "J-Jack's okay," He whispers to himself, but then he notices something wrong. His green eyes narrowed and he notices Jack is different.

In the middle of the sand stands Jack. But Jack's frosty white hair is now a dark black color, and his bright blue eyes are now dark red. His hooded jacket isn't a bright blue color; it is now a dark blue color that can be mistaken for purple.

"J-Jack." Jamie whispers in shock, as everyone gasps. Everyone's frozen in shock and fear.

Pitch laughs even more, even more darkly. He smirks at their faces and walks over to Jack "You see, Jack isn't gone. He is just…improved." He smirks again. Jack looks bored and annoyed as Pitch pulls at his face and mocks the Guardians "He's mine now. We'll rule the world."

Jack closes his eyes; it's silent as everyone's still frozen. How can they fight their own friend, family?

"Why?" A soft voice calls out. It's familiar; it used to be loud, full of life, full of excitement. Now it's soft, gentle, dull, and dark. Now it's placed fear into their hearts. "Why would I rule the world with you when I could rule it by myself?"

Pitch is shocked, and he freezes, staring at the short boy. Jack stares blankly up at Pitch, his eyes emotionless. He smirks, "You need me, but I don't need you," He hisses and suddenly Pitch is thrown far from him. The man smashes into trees and lands quietly.

Silly old Pitch, not only did he change Jack, but now Jack can control nightmares like he did. Jack is stronger than before; he can control winter and darkness.

Jack looks at the Guardians; he stares emotionlessly, daring them to try. They look at each other before bowing in defeat. They can't fight their own. Jack laughs dully at how weak they are before he throws them like he did Pitch, and everyone lands so far away.

Jamie watches; he couldn't turn away from the new Jack. Could the old Jack come back? Could his Jack return? He doesn't know, but he knows this is Jack. After all, he is only in love with his Jack, and he could still feel it burning in him as he stares.

He jumps in surprise when Jack turns to him. Jack flicks his head to the side, his ruby red eyes staring at the young boy. Jamie isn't sure what to do, but he can't look away, his body sweats and his heart thumps harshly.

"Jamie…" Jack mutters, his voice smooth, but dark.

Jamie suddenly is being pulled forward. Arms pull him tightly against another body. The same arms tightly wrap around his small body while hairs stand up on the back of his neck as he felt the chilling breath blow onto his neck.

"Jamie," Jack says, "I'm still me, just a little different."

Jamie's not sure how to answer. He's stuck in this nightmare, but he's not sure; is it a nightmare? Jack is still Jack, only a little different. He knows he'll follow him anywhere, Jamie loves him and Jack knows it, but does Jack love him too? Jamie doesn't know, but he has a very strong feeling he does or he was pretty sure he too, would have been thrown.

A soft butterfly kiss was placed onto his neck the other nuzzled it.

Jamie nodded again and again.

His heart still flutters for Jack.

..Will Jack return to his former self? Will Jamie understand his feelings better?

Will their fated relationship still bloom?

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