Unintended Lies

First off, so freggin sorry for the late late LATE update. Just had wwriters block he he. But I'm back, so enjoy this!

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Little Prince witnesses the true side of winter,

cold and terrifying to see,

Will he himself become cruel and dark,

can he save his family and his heart?

-By: Me

Everyone froze at the lost phase in Jasper's eyes, like he was in a trance for a mere moment. Jack furrowed his eyebrows in concern for his father. Just minutes ago, he had seen a nature part of his father he had never witnessed before, and based upon what he saw, Jack wished he didn't have to see that part. What he saw was not his kinder, loving father.

What he saw was the true feeling of the bitter cold.

... What he saw was winter itself.

Everyone had their eyes trained on Jasper and when the Winter King made a rough twitch of his arm, Jack was surprised when North stepped in front of him and pulled out his saber...

On his father.

Immediately, Jack grabbed North by his meaty arm and tried tugging the Guardian's armed hand away from Jasper. "No! What are you doing, North?!" the winter sprite cried. What was North doing?! Did he not know it was Jasper he was intending a threat upon? Jack's father?!

North kept a firm aim of his arm, neither affected by Jack's weak attempts to move his arm.

The Elder Guardian had a shining pain glistening in his dim blues, like he did not like nor appreciate what he was doing; he was aiming his sword at a man he raised as a son, like Jasper were some wild animal. Like some dog or monster. It made North's heart cringe, especially when he was doing this in front of Jack. His nephew. But Jack had to understand why he was doing this.

Jack began clawing at North's hand like a child, pleading for his uncle to stand down. "Stop! Don't point that at my father!..." The Winter Prince's eyes grew dark and determined and his voice became rough in frustration. "Damnit! North don't point your DAMN sword at my DAMN father!"

North's bottom lip began to tremble and his large hand began to shake. "J... Jasper," he called out shakily, a hoarse whisper. Jack continued to fight against his uncle's arm. Jasper's hand twitched and began glowing a neon, very slowly. North's eyes watered. His mind screamed for Jasper to come back to them.

"Jasper," he said in a much more firm and loud tone, "wake up. You need to control it, son."

Jack then only paused and gazed at his father. He saw his hand and gasped. Whatever had came over his father earlier when Pitch was here, it was coming back. The other Guardians stood at a safe distance, all watching in slight fear. The last thing anyone wanted was to have the darker side of the Winter King return.

The room once more started dropping by degrees until everyone except Jack could see their breath as a misty fog. Jasper was trembling again, his eyes remained fazed. Jack grew worried and scared. His father was being engulfed by a dark being. Something strong and dark.

"Jasper! Son, don't let eet take you!" North said in a sudden roar- a command, "not from me!"

Jack noticed his uncle was crying. He could see the desperation and fear visibly in the Guardian of Wonder's eyes. Jack felt his eyes water too at the sight of his father, who was twitching and whispering an unfamiliar language like a prayer. His voice was more deep... Dark... And sinister. Whatever the hell had his father- whatever it was that was controlling him was not letting him go so easily.

Jack wanted to run and hide again. His father was dying, he could tell. His father's light was leaving and being corrupted. Is this what Pitch was talking about?

Jack felt fear grip his heart. Is this what was going to happen to him if he falls into Pitch's clutches?

Jack had no time to think, right before he was snatched by the arms by North and yanked right between North and his father.

Jack made a whimper and coiled into North's belly. Wait... Was he afraid of his dad? The man he loved since birth? His protector?

Jack's thoughts were smothered when North began speaking again in a more louder tone than before. "Don't let eet take you from your SON! He needs you to FIGHT EET Jasper! Do you understand me!?...FIGHT!"

Jack felt his stomach do rollercoasters when his dad slowly turned his head to him; his father's navy blues glistening with fear... desperation... fight.

Jack barely noticed he himself was shaking in quiet sobs; tears freezing down his cheeks. He wanted his dad to fight. For him. For his mom. For his family.

He wanted his dad to be with him again.

Jasper's eyes widened at Jack's distressed form. A tear trailed down the Winter King's face and fell to the floor as a tear shaped hail stone. His lips opened and closed, but no words seemed to form. He was trying to say something, Jack begged for him to. The wind howled like dozens of wolves, and North kept screaming. The Guardians were all terrified.

Jack was beyond terrified.

Finally, it was like a miracle, because Jack sputtered something remarkable out. "J-J... J-JaAck... Ugh!... J-Jack!"

It was so clear, everyone heard it and their faces enlightened with hope. North was becoming relieved and kept encouraging the Winter King. "Yes! Jasper keep fighting! For Jack! He needs you to fight!"

Now Jasper's eyes were blinking rapidly, regaining their gental glow slowly back. But he still trembled and jolted with pained groans. "S-son!... JaAck! Ahhh!"

His roar caused all the windows this time to freeze over and break.

Jack found himself screaming as well, but not in fear; in hope. "Come on dad! Please!" he begged with the widest smile.

A shaky smile came upon Jasper's face; it was small, but Jack could see it clearly. Tears rolled happily down Jack's face. His dad could do it. He knows it!

Finally, Jasper arched his back and with a roar of agony, a light bursted from his chest and engulfed the room for a second or two, before dying down. The wind had instantly died still and the temperature stopped dropping. Everyone regained their vision from the blinding light and saw Jasper laid heaving breaths on the floor.

Jack didn't need to think at all to know that the man lying on the floor, weak and frightened was truly his father, for he knew his father by heart. Pushing past North, who was still on guard, Jack slid on his knees to his father's side and helped him sit up. Jasper rubbed his head with a moan, oblivious to what came over him and gazed at Jack.

He did remember seeing his child in the Nightmare King's grasp, close to being taken forever, but then it all went black. Jasper stared at Jack for a moment longer with relief. His boy... His little boy was safe.

Not saying a word, Jasper raised a trembling weak hand to rest on Jack's shoulder; Jack immediately placed his hand on top his father's, giving Jasper a watery smile. Jasper could just tell that by his son's heavy relief, something had happened and it scared him.

Jasper had a bad feeling he knew what it was.

"My son..." Jasper whispered.

Jack chuckled a sob and with no second thought, tackled Jasper to the floor in a tight hug, crying as if were three years old again and had just rested eyes on the Nightmare King first hand. Jack couldn't stop his own flow of tears and kissed the side of Jack's head repeatedly, running his hands through his sons ruffles of hair.

North and the other Guardians dropped their guard and sighed with full relief. North was the same as Jack. He thought he had lost the only man he treated as his own son to the true dark side of winter.

But just to see Jack more relaxed was enough to make him overjoyed.

As Jasper whispered cooing words, Jack murmured in a muffled voice due to him buring his face in his father's robe, "Pitch took Mom, Dad."

To Jasper, the words were clear as day and he instantly pulled Jack in his arms to look his child in the eyes.

"What?" he whispered.

Jack sniffled and lowered his gaze. "P-Pitch has Mom..." His eyes watered even more, "I'm so sorry." He felt the one to blame for his mother's capture for some reason. If he would;have just stayed inside...

Jasper cut his son from his thoughts and grabbed the sides of Jack's head, lifting it up so they met gazes. "No, don't you dare feel sorry. You had nothing to be sorry for," he said in a stern but mental tone. North sighed sadly. It was true, it was he to blame for. He let Jack go outside without thinking and nearly had the boy snatched away from his family twice.

If anyone deserved the blame, it was him.

Jack still wasn't convinced and bowed his head. "Oh, my child," Jasper sighed and pulled Jack in a gentle embrace. He never wanted this for Jack. He wanted Jack to grow up as a happy child, building snowmen outside, learning how to climb mountains, fly over mountains and soar with birds... But what he got was hell.

"Jasper," Tooth spoke up solemnly, "h-how do we get Marian back?"

Jasper closed his eyes in frustration. She was right. How is he going to possibly save his wife without putting Jack in jeopardy even more?

He hated having his wife wait, especially if she was in the clutches of a demon.

But if they were going to rescue her...

"We'll wait," Jasper answered sadly, making Jack whimper with worry, "we will wait until we fully know what Pitch is up to..."

Mariah woke up with a groan, feeling aches all over her body, but felt herself lying on a familiar cushiony surface. "Mm," she groaned and sat up. It took a while for her eyes to adjust at the sudden darkness, but what seemed to be a candle that lit up part of the room, she instantly knew it by one gaze. It was Jack's room. She looked down at her hands, only to see black sand covered them, blocking her only use of defense.

Mariah looked down on the bed; this was Jack's small bed, same and untouched since he first left the palace- until now, and the were all the drawings he did along with some ice toys Jasper crafted himself. Mariah raised an eyebrow and sat up, walking to the wall of Jack's drawings.

Why was she in the palace? Why was she in Jack's room?

That's when realization struck her and she nearly fell backwards. "Jack!" she cried in thin air. Mariah pulled at her hair. Jack was in the closet! Pitch raided the North Pole! Her husband was surrounded by fearlings!

Everyone was in danger and all she remembered was being rammed by a nightmare and a hoove come crashing upon her head, which would explain the large welt at the back. But that didn't matter, her baby boy was in danger and she be damned if she allowed Pitch to have him with her say so.

Quickly, Mariah ran to the door of Jack's room and pulled at the nob, only to find out it was locked. Strange? She doesn't remember Jasper fixing the door.

"Like what I did my dear?" Pitch's voice echoed about the room all the sudden. Marian pressed her back against the door in alert, but she wasn't afraid. Hell no. She wasn't even afraid of her own husband!

Her eyes lowered at the sudden thought of her king. She wished for his touch now, despite his cute stupidity.

"I fixed the door. NOW Jackie's room feels... Safe."

Mariah's eyes flared at the sudden mention of her child. "Pitch! Why have you brought me here? What have you done to my husband and my child?" she demanded boldly.

Pitch then appeared from the corner shadow across the room with a cocky smirk. "Oh, sadly I could not retrieve what I wanted, due to your husband's... Error in heart. Now I see why you should not underestimate winter at its true form," he sighed.

Marian gasped in horror. Jasper... Jasper released winter?

Oh no, that is not good! She can't... She can't lose her husband... She can't lose her husband! She glared at Pitch. "You... What did you do to him?!" she cried, frost curling around her feet. Pitch kept himself from flinching.

"Oh, it wasn't my, my dear. It was just... Jack can bring the monster out of Jasper, don't you say? All it took was a little touch here and ther-"

"If you had so much as touched my baby, I will trap your body in ice and throw it to the deepest part of Antarctica!" Marian growled.

Pitch smirked in amusement. "My, my, you are lovely when your dark," he purred with a wink. Mariah rolled her eyes. "So why have you taken me?" she asked. Pitch grinned. "Oh I thought you'd never ask!" he chuckled. Mariah frowned deeply, feeling about ready to stick to her promises. Pitch pursed his lips.

"Tough crowd," he joked, "well if you insist. You see, a mother holds a strong connection to a child and husband. She is what I would call the sense of the family. So without a sense... You got mindless bodies willing to do anything to get their peace of mine back."

Mariah paled. She had a feeling what he was trying to tell her. "And so... You are saying...?" she led on. Pitch walked up to her, glaring dagger upon her.

"I'm saying that in order to get who I want..." he trailed, rubbing his finger tips down the Queen's face, sending black veins down her cheek, "... I must take away all the weaknesses..."

Mariah shivered. Never had before she felt so vulnerable. Never had she felt so enraged yet frightened. Pitch was going to use her to get to her child. He was going to use everyone to get Jack.

Her eyes darkened as frost covered her cheeks and her dress. How dare he!

Standing high on her toes, she growled, "You hear me- and you hear me damn good, Black. You fail and you will fall hard. You are as weak as you are a coward. And when I am free, I will handle you personally along with everyone you will try to harm."

Pitch kept his confident grin, his yellow eyes flickering in amusement at the Queen's determination. But then, he pulled out something from his cloak and handed it to Mariah. She knew it by gaze. It was a band...

Jack's crown.

But it was... Different.

There were black engravings of horses were on it and the once silver had been turned into a rusty gold. What had Pitch done to it? The crown was so sentimental that it angered Marian to see it... Tainted.

Pitch could see the flare in Mariah's eyes and turned away.

"I had done other things- if you had not noticed we are in your kingdom," he crooned. Mariah perked in fright. Her eyes danced with fire and she cried, "What have you done?!"

Pitch cackled and disappeared within the shadows, but his voice rang, "When you decide to... cool down, your highness, I will allow you to come put and see the... Changes."

Then there was silence.

Mariah stood their frozen in fury, until she looked down at the tainted band in her hands and began to cry softly. She feared for Jack. She feared for Jasper.

She feared for the future.

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