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Jack stood there silently, just staring at the small patch of dirt that used to be the entrance to Pitch's lair. He had been thinking of Pitch a lot recently. He didn't know why but the Nightmare King was constantly in his thoughts and sneaking into his dreams. Maybe it was pity, after all Jack and Pitch weren't so different. Pitch had hit the mark on that one. And Jack believed that if Jaime hadn't been able to see him he might have ended up the same way. Jack knelt and gently placed his hand on the soil. Suddenly it started to crumble away revealing the hole that made up the entrance to the tunnels that made up Pitch's home. Jack, slightly startled, stood and looked down the hole. He knew he should just turn away, just leave it be, he almost did. But instead, he jumped down the hole, intent to find the Boogeyman. He wandered the tunnels, taking turn after turn, convinced that he was doing nothing more than getting lost. He had finally decided that this was pointless and was turning to find a way back when he heard a choked cry of pain echo through the darkness. It sounded fairly close. He followed the sounds, as more were being made. He finally rounded a corner and felt his hear clench in his chest. The nightmares had surrounded Pitch. He was being repeatedly kicked and trampled on. Jack immediately gripped his staff and fired a blast of frost into the fray, not stopping until every nightmare had been destroyed. He then ran over to Pitch who was barely conscious. Bruises covered every inch of his skin that wasn't obscured by blood.
"Pitch? A-Are you ok?" Pitches eyes fluttered open and closed as he tried to focus on Jack. As soon as Pitch realized who it was he sat up, he almost stood before crying out in pain. Clutching his side, he leaned against the closest wall not looking at Jack. "Pitch... y-you shouldn't stand. sit back down. I'll-"
"What do you want Frost!?" He spat glaring daggers outside the corner of his eye at Jack. Jack just blinked at him.
"I-I don't know. But I do know that you are hurt and leaving you like this would be wrong. Now sit back down, You'll keep losing blood if you don't."
"Since when do you bloody care about my well being!?" he shouted as he tried slowly started to walk out of the chamber, still leaning against the wall. Jack stood following Pitch closely not daring to lay a hand on him, knowing Pitch would not accept his help just yet. "Don't forget this is your fault. What you said that day set my own nightmares against me!"
"Then let me help you. If it's my fault then I want to help fix it." Jack said, placing a gentle hand on Pitch's shoulder. Pitch shook Jacks hand off and turned to face him. His face wearing an expression of pure anger.
"Don't give me that! I don't need pity from anyone, least of all you Jack. If you really feel guilty about the mess you made then get out before you make this one any bloody worse!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly throughout the tunnels. Jack felt insulted, he glared at Pitch.
"Fine!" he spat. just as he had taken a few steps away he heard a thump. Turning back, he saw that Pitch had fallen to the floor unconscious. Jack looked at him for a little while. He entertained the notion of leaving Pitch there to bleed out. In the end he sighed and stepped over to Pitch. Gently turning him over, he carefully removed Pitch's robe to get a better look at the injuries. He gasped at what he saw. Jack knew it had been almost a month since Pitch had been banished back into his hole, and based on the amount of scars that litters every inch of Pitch's flesh he guessed the nightmares had been doing this for every day of that month. He lifted his hand and hesitated for a second before placing it gently on Pitch's head.
"I'm sorry." Jack whispered, "I never thought anything like this would happen." Jack ran his eyes down the nightmare kings body, taking in every bruise and wound. "Stay here Pitch." he said knowing that Pitch couldn't hear him. "I'm going to get some bandages." Jack grabbed his staff and ran as fast as he could to the surface, he was hoping he'd get Back before Pitch woke up. He had no such luck. He meandered his way back to where he remembered leaving Pitch, bandages filling up his hoodie pocket, and found that Pitch was no longer there. What he did find was Pitch's cloak still crumpled on the ground and bloody hand prints on the wall every few feet. He grabbed te black garment followed the hand prints until he eventually found their maker. He was so pale, almost white due to the loss of blood, he lay there curled into a ball, once again unconscious. Jack was very gentle when moving Pitch, he tenderly wrapped the bandages around Pitch's frame, binding them tightly. When he had finished he carefully put Pitch's cloak back on, and sat back, waiting for Pitch to wake up. He sat there for hours watching color slowly come back into Pitch's skin. Eventually Pitch's eyes snapped open. He sat up gingerly, he looked down at his body and noticed the bandages. He once again glared at Jack, his eyes conveying pure fury.
"I told you already, I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!" He shouted, his hands curled into ferocious claws that he turned towards himself making to tear the bandages off of his body.
"DON'T. YOU. DARE. PITCH." Jack bellowed grabbing both of Pitch's wrists. Pitch fought to pull his hands away, but Jack held firm. He managed to wrestle Pitch's hands down to his sides. "If your state if you do that you'll die before too long!" Jack said staring into Pitch with both anger and worry in his eyes.
"Since when do you care!?" Pitch said kicking Jack away from him. she stood. "You all probably want me to die! So let me be, make the world a little brighter and let me fade away!" He said once again preparing to tear the bandages off. Jack leapt up and ran at Pitch grabbing his hands again.
"NO! Pitch, you can't mean that." He said keeping a firm grip on the taller mans wrists, Jack looked right into Pitch's eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he caught a glimpse of something in the silvery yellow orbs. "I know you don't." Pitch looked away.
"You know nothing." He whispered sharply. Jack's expression softened and he let go of Pitch's hands.
"I do know this." He said softly. "I know what your existence is like. To be unseen, unloved, and unwanted. And you told me once that we don't have to be alone." He stared into Pitch's eyes once again. "I pushed you away last time, I know. But please don't do it to me. I want to help." Jack once again saw something flicker in Pitch's eyes. He recognized it this time. It was hope. "It doesn't matter what you say, threaten, or do. I'm not leaving you."

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Jack stood there silently, just staring at the small patch of dirt that used to be the entrance to Pitch's lair. He had been thinking of Pitch a lot recently. He didn't know why but the Nightmare King was constantly in his thoughts and sneaking into his dreams. Maybe it was pity, after all Jack and Pitch weren't so different. Pitch had hit the mark on that one. And Jack believed that if Jaime hadn't been able to see him he might have ended up the same way. Jack knelt and gently placed his hand on the soil. Suddenly it started to crumble away revealing the hole that made up the entrance to the tunnels that made up Pitch's home. Jack, slightly startled, stood and looked down the hole. He knew he should just turn away, just leave it be, he almost did. But instead, he jumped down the hole, intent to find the Boogeyman. He wandered the tunnels, taking turn after turn, convinced that he was doing nothing more than getting lost. He had finally decided that this was pointless and was turning to find a way back when he heard a choked cry of pain echo through the darkness. It sounded fairly close. He followed the sounds, as more were being made. He finally rounded a corner and felt his hear clench in his chest. The nightmares had surrounded Pitch. He was being repeatedly kicked and trampled on. Jack immediately gripped his staff and fired a blast of frost into the fray, not stopping until every nightmare had been destroyed. He then ran over to Pitch who was barely conscious. Bruises covered every inch of his skin that wasn't obscured by blood.
"Pitch? A-Are you ok?" Pitches eyes fluttered open and closed as he tried to focus on Jack. As soon as Pitch realized who it was he sat up, he almost stood before crying out in pain. Clutching his side, he leaned against the closest wall not looking at Jack. "Pitch... y-you shouldn't stand. sit back down. I'll-"
"What do you want Frost!?" He spat glaring daggers outside the corner of his eye at Jack. Jack just blinked at him.
"I-I don't know. But I do know that you are hurt and leaving you like this would be wrong. Now sit back down, You'll keep losing blood if you don't."
"Since when do you bloody care about my well being!?" he shouted as he tried slowly started to walk out of the chamber, still leaning against the wall. Jack stood following Pitch closely not daring to lay a hand on him, knowing Pitch would not accept his help just yet. "Don't forget this is your fault. What you said that day set my own nightmares against me!"
"Then let me help you. If it's my fault then I want to help fix it." Jack said, placing a gentle hand on Pitch's shoulder. Pitch shook Jacks hand off and turned to face him. His face wearing an expression of pure anger.
"Don't give me that! I don't need pity from anyone, least of all you Jack. If you really feel guilty about the mess you made then get out before you make this one any bloody worse!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly throughout the tunnels. Jack felt insulted, he glared at Pitch.
"Fine!" he spat. just as he had taken a few steps away he heard a thump. Turning back, he saw that Pitch had fallen to the floor unconscious. Jack looked at him for a little while. He entertained the notion of leaving Pitch there to bleed out. In the end he sighed and stepped over to Pitch. Gently turning him over, he carefully removed Pitch's robe to get a better look at the injuries. He gasped at what he saw. Jack knew it had been almost a month since Pitch had been banished back into his hole, and based on the amount of scars that litters every inch of Pitch's flesh he guessed the nightmares had been doing this for every day of that month. He lifted his hand and hesitated for a second before placing it gently on Pitch's head.
"I'm sorry." Jack whispered, "I never thought anything like this would happen." Jack ran his eyes down the nightmare kings body, taking in every bruise and wound. "Stay here Pitch." he said knowing that Pitch couldn't hear him. "I'm going to get some bandages." Jack grabbed his staff and ran as fast as he could to the surface, he was hoping he'd get Back before Pitch woke up. He had no such luck. He meandered his way back to where he remembered leaving Pitch, bandages filling up his hoodie pocket, and found that Pitch was no longer there. What he did find was Pitch's cloak still crumpled on the ground and bloody hand prints on the wall every few feet. He grabbed te black garment followed the hand prints until he eventually found their maker. He was so pale, almost white due to the loss of blood, he lay there curled into a ball, once again unconscious. Jack was very gentle when moving Pitch, he tenderly wrapped the bandages around Pitch's frame, binding them tightly. When he had finished he carefully put Pitch's cloak back on, and sat back, waiting for Pitch to wake up. He sat there for hours watching color slowly come back into Pitch's skin. Eventually Pitch's eyes snapped open. He sat up gingerly, he looked down at his body and noticed the bandages. He once again glared at Jack, his eyes conveying pure fury.
"I told you already, I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!" He shouted, his hands curled into ferocious claws that he turned towards himself making to tear the bandages off of his body.
"DON'T. YOU. DARE. PITCH." Jack bellowed grabbing both of Pitch's wrists. Pitch fought to pull his hands away, but Jack held firm. He managed to wrestle Pitch's hands down to his sides. "If your state if you do that you'll die before too long!" Jack said staring into Pitch with both anger and worry in his eyes.
"Since when do you care!?" Pitch said kicking Jack away from him. she stood. "You all probably want me to die! So let me be, make the world a little brighter and let me fade away!" He said once again preparing to tear the bandages off. Jack leapt up and ran at Pitch grabbing his hands again.
"NO! Pitch, you can't mean that." He said keeping a firm grip on the taller mans wrists, Jack looked right into Pitch's eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he caught a glimpse of something in the silvery yellow orbs. "I know you don't." Pitch looked away.
"You know nothing." He whispered sharply. Jack's expression softened and he let go of Pitch's hands.
"I do know this." He said softly. "I know what your existence is like. To be unseen, unloved, and unwanted. And you told me once that we don't have to be alone." He stared into Pitch's eyes once again. "I pushed you away last time, I know. But please don't do it to me. I want to help." Jack once again saw something flicker in Pitch's eyes. He recognized it this time. It was hope. "It doesn't matter what you say, threaten, or do. I'm not leaving you."