Once back in his place, Pitch carried Jack to his room, placing the unconscious teen on the bed. He sighed, taking in the disheveled look Jack currently held. Pitch lifted Jack's head, seeing the gash was starting to heal. He looked over at Laika who was cleaning the wound she received from the sand.

"Thanks to you pet, seems the wound is healing." Pitch spoke aloud, mainly to himself.

He placed Jack's head back on the bed, looking over of Laika. "Take care of him. When he awakes, get him in the shower." He demanded.

Laika bowed her head, standing up, she hopped on the bed and lied next to Jack, placing her head on Jack's stomach, her eyes closing. Pitch smiled. He stood up, leaving the room. Hoping to come up with a new place while Jack was down for the count.

  A few hours later, Jack stirred, groaning at the ache in his head. His eyes searched to find out exactly where he was. When he saw Laika, everything came back to him. Jack glanced down to see his outfit was covered in dried blood. He honestly didnt mind it, it made him feel much more menacing, but he knew it would start to stink. Sighing he got up off the bed, Laika following as he stripped down and got into the shower.

  After he put on his spare clothes before tossing the other ones into a washer. When he finally made it downstairs to the throne room, he was surprised to find Pitch looking at the globe with a smirk on his face.

  "Looking for another target?" Jack asked.

Pitch was finally aware of his presence,  clasping his hands behind his back, he pointed at the globe. "I have found it." He looked up with a smirk. "The Guardians nearly took you. They are becoming a pest to me. I want to take something of theirs."

  Jack raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "And what's that?" Jack asked.

  "Their hope." He says, slowly making his way over to Jack. "You are their greatest treasure, they may not see it now, but you brought them together." Pitch lifted his hand, cupping Jacks chin, he brought the young Guardians head up so that Jack was facing him. "Now you must tear them apart." He whispered.

  Jack smirked. "And how should I do that, Master?" He whispered.

  Pitch chuckled. "How ever you see fit, my Young Prince."

  Jack thought back on what the guardians have been all about. Rescuing him. They hated the idea of Jack being with Pitch and especially being captured by him. If Jack is all they want, he knew what he needed to do. Jack was going to cross a line the Guardians didn't even think about.  He reached up and grabbed Pitch's hand that was holding his chin, looking Pitch dead in the eyes.

  "I have a way to get them to give me up forever." He whispered, stepping closer.

  Pitch smiled. "And whats that?"

  Jack chuckled, standing to his tippy toes he shot to Pitch's face, nearing inches from it. "Kiss me." Was all he whispered.

  Pitch, for the first time, was dumbfounded at what was said. He never expected this in a million years, but knew what game Jack wanted to play. Pitch obliged, though he felt somewhat awkward at the gesture. He bent down and landed his lips on Jacks.

  Jack chuckled, pulling back just as fast. "The Guardians have nothing when this is in play. They may back off. Or try harder. My ploy here is to show them what they are trying to save. A slaughter here, sure they can live with that. Seeing Jack being loved by their greatest enemy? They won't be able to live with that. It'll tear them up thinking they failed little ole me." Jack says, smirking. "Once they have their guard down thinking about this, that's when we create our panic."

  Pitch smirked, loving the wicked idea of getting into the Guardians minds and messing with their feelings for Jack. Though he didn't mind this feeling he had for Jack as well. Perhaps this could be a good thing. He never really went for men but he wasnt denying it either. Jack did pull a smooth move.

  "Im all for this, My Prince." He responded.

  Jack smirked viciously, leaning up to kiss Pitch once more. "Good." Jack said. "Im going to grab my clothes."

  Pitch watched Jack walk away, before looking back at the globe.

*Guardians*

  Once the teenager was in good hands and they knew he was going to pull though, they retired to the pole, all of them in a somber mood. Bunny was in the worst. He did hate Jack Frost, mainly because he was annoying and inconsiderate to him, but he wanted Jack to become a Guardians. He was hoping for it.

  "What are we going to do?" Tooth finally asks, snatching their attention.

  Bunny shrugged. "We need to rescue him. Jack and Pitch working together is proving very dangerous. They need to be seperated."

  "And how do ve do that?" North asked, sitting down on a chair.

  Sandy showed some symbols making a face as he did so. Bunny nodded. "Sandy's right. We need to think about their next move and capture Jack. Once he is with us, Sandy can heal him. You saw what the sand did during the battle. It transformed the nightmare sand."

  Tooth put her hands behind her back, nodding. "Where would they hit next?" She asked.

  "They want to hit us where it hurts most. Maybe Pitch will go after Burgess next." Says Bunny.

  "Thats seems like more of a last move by them. They only hit small towns and if we look at the only two they have... taken care of, its in America." She explained, nearly throwing up at the thought of seeing more people injured.

  "Tooth, can you send a fairy to each town across America to watch for any signs of Jack and Pitch? If a baby tooth is there we may be able to get to them before Jack and Pitch begin a slaughter." Bunny says.

  Tooth nodded. "Ill have a tooth fairy at each town. Still doing their job but making sure Jack and Pitch aren't there."

  North nodded. "All ve can do is wait."

  The Guardiand sighed. They just hope they can save Jack this time. Its all they want to do before Jack crosses a line even his rescued self won't be able to handle.