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Pitch stood in the shadow's unseen, staring at the teen who was sitting on the edge of a lake, staring at the moon. Jack sighed happily. It was a beautiful and somewhat warm October night. Jack submerged his feet in the water of his lake, enjoying the warmth that spread up his skin. Silently Pitch stepped out of the shadow;s and looked up at the moon himself. So big and full the moon set everything aglow with pale light. Pitch sighed sadly as he watched the light glint off of Jack's silver hair. Jack heard the noise and turned suddenly to it's source. Seeing the shadowy form of Pitch Black he jumped up grabbing his staff and pointing it at the nightmare king. Pitch just glanced at him and went back to looking at the moon, sadness playing in his eyes. Noticing this Jack lowered his staff.

"Pitch... A-are you ok?" Pitch just chuckled at the teen lightly.

"I didn't think you'd be one to care, Frost." He said leaning against a tree. "I'm dying Jack." He said bluntly, lifting up a hand and gazing at it. Letting it fall to his side he turned back to Jack, who's eyes had widened from the news.

"Wh-what? That's impossible..." Jack said. Pitch just sighed staring up at the night sky, marveling at all the stars sparkling in the darkness.

"I told you before that it's not. If enough people stop believing, little by little a spirit will fade away." He pushed away from the tree and lifted his hands to a moonbeam. "So, I figured that since I'm dying I might as well take a last look at the beauty the night holds." He dropped his hands and started towards Jack. "For example the way the moon reflects off the lake," He said, standing in front of Jack. "And sparkles off of your hair... and glows in your eyes." He ran his thumb along Jacks cheek and chuckled at Jacks bewildered face. Jack shook his head and took a small step back.

"What? What is that supposed to mean?" Jack said, confused.

"It means I think you're beautiful Jack... And since it's long past mattering I might as well say it." He sat on a rock near the lake never taking his amber eyes away from Jack. "I love you." Jack felt his heart skip a beat, and skip a few more. He took a shaky step back, then another. He turned an ran, but only a short distance for he remembered the sad look that Pitch's eyes held. He looked back through the trees and his heart fluttered slightly. Pitch had his knees pulled up to his chest and was just staring out over the water. A gentle breeze swept through the woods and ruffled his dark hair. Jack sprinted back towards the man and tackled him in a hug that sent them both into the water. Sitting up in the shallow water Pitch found that Jack had been glued to his dark robes. Jack looked up into Pitch's glowing yellow eyes.

"I-I love you too Pitch..." He whispered. "D-Don't die..." Pitch smiled sadly and placed a gentle hand on Jack's head.

"It's too late Jack. Those few who believe aren't going to believe much longer... All we can do is enjoy what little time... I have... left..." Pitch trailed off as his body became weak and he fell unconscious. Jack sat there, terrified that he might actually lose Pitch. He got up, determination in his eyes. People would believe in Pitch again, or his name wasn't Jack Frost.

He started with Jaime. He knew Jaime was the perfect place to begin. Flying as fast as he could on the the wind he landed on the windowsill to Jaime's room. The light was still on and Jack could see Jaime doodling something at his desk. Jaime quickly looked up at the window when he heard a knock. Smiling at Jack he ran over and opened the window.

"Jack! What's up you usually wait for me to visit you." Jack tried his best to put on a look of concern. He knew he had to make this believable.

"I just had to come and tell you first Jaime... Pitch is back... I thought it would be best to warn you." Jack saw how Jaime's eyes widened.

"Y-You'll protect us right?" He asked, not wanting to face the lord of shadow again.

"I'll do my best. But at the moment I don't know where he's hiding. So be careful Jaime. I'm going to tell the others." Jaime nodded and was sure he wasn't going to turn his bedroom light off tonight. Jack sped off on the winds telling the same story to all the other kids who could see him. He marveled at the speed with which the news traveled. One child call a friend, who called a cousin, who texted a schoolmate. Word was spreading: fear the darkness, the boogeyman's returned. Jack sped back to his lake and half lifted, half dragged Pitch's sleeping body out of the water and onto dry ground. And there he waited for Pitch to awaken. It was only when the moon just touched the horizon that Pitch's eyes snapped open as he felt a surge of strength flood his body. He sat up and saw Jack sitting on a rock leaning his face against his staff. Pitch stood and made his way over to Jack who looked up at him with his wide eyes.

"What happened. What did you do?" Pitch asked the younger spirit.

"I told Jaime and the others that you were back. Word spread fairly quickly, I made them believe in you."

"Why?" Jack looked away, a slight blush coming to his face.

"I-I didn't want to lose you." He said, his blush deepening. Pitch smiled down at the young boy he grew to love.

"You amaze me Jack." Pitch said moving to sit next to Jack. He placed a gentle arm around Jack's shoulders and they sat together watching the moon as it slowly gave way to the dawn.

Description
Pitch stood in the shadow's unseen, staring at the teen who was sitting on the edge of a lake, staring at the moon. Jack sighed happily. It was a beautiful and somewhat warm October night. Jack submerged his feet in the water of his lake, enjoying the warmth that spread up his skin. Silently Pitch stepped out of the shadow;s and looked up at the moon himself. So big and full the moon set everything aglow with pale light. Pitch sighed sadly as he watched the light glint off of Jack's silver hair. Jack heard the noise and turned suddenly to it's source. Seeing the shadowy form of Pitch Black he jumped up grabbing his staff and pointing it at the nightmare king. Pitch just glanced at him and went back to looking at the moon, sadness playing in his eyes. Noticing this Jack lowered his staff.

"Pitch... A-are you ok?" Pitch just chuckled at the teen lightly.

"I didn't think you'd be one to care, Frost." He said leaning against a tree. "I'm dying Jack." He said bluntly, lifting up a hand and gazing at it. Letting it fall to his side he turned back to Jack, who's eyes had widened from the news.

"Wh-what? That's impossible..." Jack said. Pitch just sighed staring up at the night sky, marveling at all the stars sparkling in the darkness.

"I told you before that it's not. If enough people stop believing, little by little a spirit will fade away." He pushed away from the tree and lifted his hands to a moonbeam. "So, I figured that since I'm dying I might as well take a last look at the beauty the night holds." He dropped his hands and started towards Jack. "For example the way the moon reflects off the lake," He said, standing in front of Jack. "And sparkles off of your hair... and glows in your eyes." He ran his thumb along Jacks cheek and chuckled at Jacks bewildered face. Jack shook his head and took a small step back.

"What? What is that supposed to mean?" Jack said, confused.

"It means I think you're beautiful Jack... And since it's long past mattering I might as well say it." He sat on a rock near the lake never taking his amber eyes away from Jack. "I love you." Jack felt his heart skip a beat, and skip a few more. He took a shaky step back, then another. He turned an ran, but only a short distance for he remembered the sad look that Pitch's eyes held. He looked back through the trees and his heart fluttered slightly. Pitch had his knees pulled up to his chest and was just staring out over the water. A gentle breeze swept through the woods and ruffled his dark hair. Jack sprinted back towards the man and tackled him in a hug that sent them both into the water. Sitting up in the shallow water Pitch found that Jack had been glued to his dark robes. Jack looked up into Pitch's glowing yellow eyes.

"I-I love you too Pitch..." He whispered. "D-Don't die..." Pitch smiled sadly and placed a gentle hand on Jack's head.

"It's too late Jack. Those few who believe aren't going to believe much longer... All we can do is enjoy what little time... I have... left..." Pitch trailed off as his body became weak and he fell unconscious. Jack sat there, terrified that he might actually lose Pitch. He got up, determination in his eyes. People would believe in Pitch again, or his name wasn't Jack Frost.

He started with Jaime. He knew Jaime was the perfect place to begin. Flying as fast as he could on the the wind he landed on the windowsill to Jaime's room. The light was still on and Jack could see Jaime doodling something at his desk. Jaime quickly looked up at the window when he heard a knock. Smiling at Jack he ran over and opened the window.

"Jack! What's up you usually wait for me to visit you." Jack tried his best to put on a look of concern. He knew he had to make this believable.

"I just had to come and tell you first Jaime... Pitch is back... I thought it would be best to warn you." Jack saw how Jaime's eyes widened.

"Y-You'll protect us right?" He asked, not wanting to face the lord of shadow again.

"I'll do my best. But at the moment I don't know where he's hiding. So be careful Jaime. I'm going to tell the others." Jaime nodded and was sure he wasn't going to turn his bedroom light off tonight. Jack sped off on the winds telling the same story to all the other kids who could see him. He marveled at the speed with which the news traveled. One child call a friend, who called a cousin, who texted a schoolmate. Word was spreading: fear the darkness, the boogeyman's returned. Jack sped back to his lake and half lifted, half dragged Pitch's sleeping body out of the water and onto dry ground. And there he waited for Pitch to awaken. It was only when the moon just touched the horizon that Pitch's eyes snapped open as he felt a surge of strength flood his body. He sat up and saw Jack sitting on a rock leaning his face against his staff. Pitch stood and made his way over to Jack who looked up at him with his wide eyes.

"What happened. What did you do?" Pitch asked the younger spirit.

"I told Jaime and the others that you were back. Word spread fairly quickly, I made them believe in you."

"Why?" Jack looked away, a slight blush coming to his face.

"I-I didn't want to lose you." He said, his blush deepening. Pitch smiled down at the young boy he grew to love.

"You amaze me Jack." Pitch said moving to sit next to Jack. He placed a gentle arm around Jack's shoulders and they sat together watching the moon as it slowly gave way to the dawn.