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Pitch's face contorted slightly in a tiny wince.

For hours now he had been experiencing the feeling, the strain of the Guardians' attempt to clear Jack's mind of nightmare sand. It was like someone was flicking him right between the eyes. He couldn't fight back to keep his control over the spirit (they'd probably rendered him unconscious) and that was the most frustrating thing about it all.

When Jack had not returned from his journey for almost an hour after he was supposed to be back, Pitch had immediately sent Mordu to investigate. And then the demon bear had returned with his news of Jack's possible kidnapping, well, Pitch had been furious.

Gothel had warned him that the Guardians would go after Jack, and now they had all four of the Seasons at Santoff Clausen. Though the witch had wisely kept her mouth shut, Pitch could still see the smug look in her eyes.

Fool! Pitch mentally scolded the woman. She's so consumed by her hate for Frost that she doesn't even realize what this does to our plans!

If the Guardian's broke his hold over Jack, the Winter spirit would let spring return, and his plan would be greatly disadvantaged. If the Eternal Winter ended, people would have hope again, they wouldn't be so subjective to fear, they wouldn't be desperate! Not to mention, he knew that his forces couldn't match the Big Four and the Guardians as it was, it still needed time.

Pitch had seen what Jack could do, he didn't want to imagine what the spirit would be capable of with the added power of being a Season, and then there were the other three as well!

The Nightmare King gritted his teeth aggressively, pacing slightly. He couldn't let the Guardians free Jack Frost.

"Gothel, get Drago. Tell him to prepare his forces."

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Bunny's green gaze was unwavering as he stood watch in the infirmary.

Arms crossed over his chest, he watched Sandy with attentive concern. The other Guardian had been in the same position for hours, eyes closed with his tiny hands pressed against Frost's temples.

There hadn't been any indication that Sandy's idea had worked; Sandy's face was still set in concentration, Jack still tugged at his restraints, cringing as if he were in pain.

Eyeing the Winter spirit with mistrust, Bunny finally moved from where he stood and sat in a chair beside the infirmary bed. The last few days had been completely exhausting, even if he tried not to let it show.

They had been lucky enough to get to three of the Seasons first, but they'd been beyond late getting to Jack, and this is what they'd done to him. They'd ignored him, believing him to be nothing but a troublemaker, neglecting the fact that he was just a kid.

The Guardians were supposed to protect children, and they'd forgotten about the oldest one there was, and Pitch had gotten to him, and corrupted him. Corrupted him so much that he might never be repaired.

Bunnymund sighed, running a paw over his face. He sincerely hoped that Sandy's plan worked, no matter how much Frost used to piss him off. He didn't know what Pitch was planning, but they would no doubt need the Seasons, and that included Jack.

Honestly, Bunny was quite annoyed at himself. How had he never made the connect between Jack and the prophecy. The boy was already the Spirit of Winter, of course he would be one of the seasons. Even Pitch had figured it out.

"Bunny?"

The pooka turned slightly, tilting his head towards the feminine voice. Tooth hovered in the doorway, her hummingbird-like wings buzzing tirelessly. There weren't any of her fairies beside her, something Bunny had almost never seen, so he assumed that she must've gotten one of her more experienced workers to hold the fort for a moment.

"Hey sheila," He greeted as the Tooth Fairy flew over.

She let out a breath, her feet touching the ground. "Do you think it's working?" Her voice sounded hopeful, and her violet eyes swirled with the same guilt that Bunny felt in his heart.

"I dunno. I mean, if anything was going to happen, shouldn't it 'ave happened by now?" He looked down at his paws, not really wanting to entertain the idea of failure but voicing his concerns anyway.

Tooth shrugged, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Well, if it didn't work, we'll just have to try something else then." It was clear that she was trying to be optimistic.

Bunny nodded. He knew that there was no way the Guardians would leave Jack like this.

At that moment, Sandy's placid face contorted in a violent flinch, his hands twitching over Jack's temples. The other spirit's expression mirrored the Sandman's exactly.

"What the bloody hell was tha'?" Bunny exclaimed, leaping up from his chair. He and Tooth rushed over to Sandy, but the little Guardian had returned to his previous state, as if nothing had happened.

Jack, on the other hand, looked like he was in a world of pain.

"Sandy?" Tooth asked cautiously, reaching out to lay a gentle hand on the Sandman's shoulder. When the Guardian of Dreams remained unresponsive, Tooth hesitantly moved and touched the inside of Jack's wrist.

Bunny saw her wince at the temperature of Frost's skin, before she frowned. "He doesn't have a pulse."

"I wouldn't expect him to," Not with his frozen heart. He left that last part out, knowing that Tooth wouldn't want to hear that.

"Is he ok?" She examined the teen's pained expression. "What's happening to him?"

Bunny's eyebrows creased. "I dunno. Maybe it might be workin'."

Tooth let out a gasp and wrenched her hand back when Jack suddenly started writhing on the bed, pulling against his restraints. His smooth features were contorted in agony, his breathing beginning to grow ragged. Sandy's mouth was set in a thin line of concentration, his eyes tightly closed.

Seeing the black sand, Bunny instinctively yanked Toothiana behind him, watching in horror as the nightmare sand started to leak from Jack's body. Even stranger, it looked more like black blood than sand, trickling from his ears, nose, mouth, the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my god!" Tooth exclaimed, and she zipped out of the room, undoubtedly to get North.

Steadily, the amount of sand coming from Jack increased, and soon it was running into his hair and under his chin, along his jaw until it disappeared under his collar or soaked into the sheets underneath him.

Bunny stood in complete bewilderment, unsure of what to do. Should he try to clean it up, or stay as far away from the contaminated sand as possible? "Tooth! North!" He yelled out from the doorway, freezing when he saw the three visiting teenagers running down the hall towards him.

"What's happening?" Hiccup demanded, surprisingly fast on his peg-leg.

Without waiting for an answer, Merida had barged into the room, stopping short at the sight of the spirit. "What the hell is tha'?!"

"Stay back! Do not touch him!" North bellowed, pushing into the infirmary with Tooth at his heel. The six of them all crowded into the room, staring on with baffled horror.

Bunny gritted his teeth when Jack let out a loud, strangled cry, the only sound to come from the two of them for hours. More tears of black leaked down his cheeks.

"Can't I help?" Rapunzel demanded, offering her hair even after how drained she was last time.

Tooth shook her head. "Absolutely not, you can't touch that stuff."

The three teenagers shared an alarmed look, but kept far away from Sandy and Jack. The winter spirit continues to bleed sand for what seems like forever, constantly replacing the older substance that froze to his skin.

Eventually, Sandy finally moves again. Though Jack's bleeding doesn't stop, Sandy opens his eyes and moves away from the teen. He gazes upon the spirit's condition for a moment, before turning to the Guardians and making a series of sand pictures over his head.

"Did ya fix 'im?" Merida asked, her turquoise eyes flitting between Jack and the Guardians.

North frowned. "He iz not entirely sure. He said may be sand left in Jack."

Tearing through the silence that followed, Jack Frost let out a loud, sharp yell, his eyelids snapping open.

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Rapunzel gasped in surprise.

Jack's real eyes were absolutely stunning. Bright, glacier blue.

Suddenly wide awake, he attempted to sit up, crying out in pain and confusion, pulling against his cuffs and causing the wind to crash harshly against the window as ice crept over the room. Reacting instinctively, Rapunzel rushed forward into his line of sight, careful to keep away from the black substance covering his face.

"Shh, Jack its okay, you're okay," She whispered soothingly, grabbing his cold hands.

His wide eyes landed on her face, before scanning over the room, taking in Hiccup and Merida, and the Guardians behind them. Stunned, he went almost completely still.

Cringing at the pain in his head, he regarded the four legends. "What...where am I?" He voice was raspy, his throat aching from the nightmare sand that had forced its way out of his mouth.

"North, untie him," Bunny said. He'd met Jack before he was turned, and now he saw the boy's real eyes again. At the moment, Jack was free, and he didn't need to be restrained.

Once Jack was released from the straps, he scrambled back, jumping off the bed and edging towards the window. "What am I doing here?" He asked again.

Feeling a trickle from his nose, he wiped his hand across it, stopping when he saw it come away streaked with black. Realization dawned upon, and his expression grew hard. "Where's Pitch?"

"Jack what do you remember?" Tooth asked, hovering forward.

Jack frowned, eyes nervously flitting between the Guardians and the three strangers. "I...um...I don't know, he attacked me at my lake."

"Do you know why? What did he want?"

"He wanted me to help him destroy you." He said dangerously. He'd guessed that he was at Pole, and while that was better than being in Pitch's hands, he still didn't trust the Guardians.

"You don't remember anything after that?"

Jack hesitantly shook his head. There were vague recollections, flashing glimpses, barely even memories. He caught the entire group before him share a look, and narrowed his eyes.

What did it matter? Pitch hadn't done any permanent damage. His fingers flexed instinctively, and he visually searched the room. "Where's my staff?"

The other occupants of the room didn't respond. The three teenagers looked nervously to the Guardians, obviously they had it. They almost looked afraid of him, Jack thought.

Jack turned on the Guardians, growing angry as he felt power course through his veins. If they were holding his staff... "Give it to me."

He was rather surprised at his anger. He didn't dislike the Guardians, even after his conversation with Pitch, but something deep within him sparked distrust, not to mention the three other strangers in the room. The only Guardian he really knew and liked was Sandy, and he'd never actually spoken to the little man in person.

Jack just wanted to leave. Sooner or later he knew they'd get sick of him, tired of the cold he carried around with him, bored of his antics.

"Give me my staff!"

Exchanging glances, North nodded at Hiccup, and the brown-haired boy backed to the door, exiting the room. As Jack watched the stranger leave, he felt the trickle on his skin, feeling the sting as it froze to his face.

Frowning, he reached up and wiped his mouth. "What is this?" He asked. It resembled the sand that Pitch had attacked him with, but why was it coming from his nose?

He waited for the group to respond, beginning to open his mouth to repeat his question before he was cut off by a searing pain in his head. He cringed back, trying to hide his reaction from the Guardians as much as he could.

At first they seemed too busy sharing unreadable glances to notice, but the stabbing in his head steadily grew more and more painful until finally he pressed his palms against his eyes and yelled out, curling in on himself.

"Jack? What's wrong?" He couldn't pin whose voice it was, but he shouted at them to shut up, turning away from the group, blocking out the blinding flashes of white light with his palms.

JACK, a new voice screamed at him in his head. DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY?

Jack cried out, stumbling back until he felt his knees run into something. His eyes burned, they hurt so much, he couldn't stand it. Throat growing sore as he yelled, black liquid leaking from his eyes and nose, Jack fell to one knee, gripping his head.

"Sandy! Do something, quick!"

YOU WON'T GET AWAY THAT EASY JACK.

Then everything went black. Cold, empty, frightening black.

Um, sorry its been so long.

Like really, that was ridiculous, i didn't mean to leave it this long. I don't know how many of you know about whats been going on with me lately, but its been pretty rough and I seriously didn't think I would even get back on FF, so I'm proud of myself for updating this at least.

Please R&R, i would really appreciate the support