Good Luck Mr. Snowman

Twelve

I watched as Jack attempted to throw his tooth capsule off of a cliff in the South Pole, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Jack..." I trailed off.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with his head down.

"I told you I would be," I spoke softly, "Anytime you needed me. Seems like you kind of need me right about now."

"Yeah, well, right now I'd rather just be alone," he angrily replied, but I knew he wasn't mad at me, he was angry at himself.

"Stop beating yourself up about something you couldn't have changed," I growled out at him, "There were too many of them for us to defeat even if you were there."

"How do you know?" he shouted back before speaking normally, "I could have done something."

"There's not always something you can do," I walked closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder, "Some things are just meant to happen."

It was quiet for a while before an eerily dark voice broke the peace.

"I thought something like this might happen," I turned around to see Pitch standing further down the snow-covered cliff, "They never really believed in you. I was just trying to show you that, but I understand."

Jack spun and shot ice at him, to which he just barely blocked with his nightmare sand. He charged at Pitch, and I followed as backup, shooting mini rainbows and clover daggers out of my staff whenever there was an opening.

"You don't understand anything," Jack yelled, shooting more ice at Pitch, ice that he blocked.

"Oh, I don't know what it's like to be cast out?" Pitch responded by throwing two balls of nightmare sand at Jack before Jack jumped into the air and threw ice at him again.

He deflected the blow with a wall of nightmare sand. While Pitch's back was turned to me, thanks to Jack having his attention, I threw a clover dagger at him. It caught him in his arm and drew a thin line of oozing red blood. He hissed and wrapped me in his nightmare sand, throwing me toward the edge of the cliff but making me run into Jack instead.

"To not be believed in?" Pitch continued when the fog from the nightmare sand and ice connecting dissipated, "To long for a family?"

Jack held his staff in front of the two of us in attacking position. My back was pressed close against his chest and the feeling was amazing. I would have held mine up too, but there was only room enough for one of us to hold our staff comfortably.

"All those years in the shadows, I thought, no one else knows what this feels like," Pitch played on Jack's pity for him.

Jack began to lower his staff, but I put my hands over his and held it up along with him, letting my own staff fall to the ground.

"And now I see I was wrong," Pitch finished his previous sentence, "We don't have to be alone Jack, I believe in you, and I know children will too."

"In me?" Jack muttered doubtfully.

"Jack don't," I warned, my voice too low for Pitch to head, "He's playing you."

"Yes!" Pitch exclaimed, "Look at what we can do."

Pitch motioned to a frozen statue of nightmare sand from when Pitch threw up a wall of the sand to protect himself from Jack's ice power.

"What goes to better than cold and dark?" Pitch asked rhetorically, "We can make them believe, we'll give them a world where everything, everything is-"

"Pitch Black?" Jack questioned, making Pitch freeze before awkwardly replying.

"And Jack Frost too," he said, "They'll believe in both of us."

"No, they'll fear both of us," Jack corrected him, "And that's not what I want."

Jack removed his staff from holding me too him, and waited for me to pick up my own staff before he lead me away with a hand on the small of my back.

"Now, for the last time, leave me alone," Jack told him.

"Very well, you want to be left alone? Done. But first," Pitch laughed a bit and pulled out Baby Tooth as Jack turned around.

"Baby Tooth!" Jack exclaimed and flew back to take the fairy from him.

Pitch held Baby Tooth tighter in his fist and the fairy cried out. Jack and I held our staffs at the ready.

"The staff Jack, Clover yours too!" Pitch bargained, "You have a bad habit of interfering. Now hand it over, and I'll let her go."

Baby Tooth motioned for him not to do it, but he turned his staff so that Pitch could take it when he tightened his grip on the small fairy. His head was bowed.

"Clover, now yours," Pitch spoke demandingly.

I looked at Jack and then at Baby Tooth, before tossing my staff at his feet and bowing my own head. I knew Jack would beat himself up if anything happened to Baby Tooth and I hated to see him like that, so I relinquished my staff against my better judgement.

"Alright, now let her go," Jack held out his hand for the poor fairy.

"No," Pitch said simply, "You said you wanted to be alone, so be alone!"

Baby Tooth stabbed Pitch with her little hummingbird beak and was thrown into a ravine.

"No!" Jack exclaimed as he watched her.

Pitch then stabbed the emerald stone in my staff with the butt of Jack's staff, breaking it. I screamed and held my chest, it hurt almost as bad as if Jack had killed my power himself. But no, my power was just ripped away from me by a shadow. Jack's staff was next, Pitch bent it over his knee and it snapped like a twig. Jack screamed and went to grab his stomach, but Pitch threw a ball of nightmare sand at him. He flew back and hit some ice before falling into the same ravine that Baby Tooth landed it. Pitch turned to me and did the same thing, adding a cut on my arm like the one that was on his.

The ice scraped my back as I went tumbling down, the two staffs following my path of descent. I saw Baby Tooth in Jack's hand when I met the ice at the bottom.

"Sorry, all I can do is keep you cold," Jack finished telling her before scrambling over to me.

He sat against the ice and held me in his lap, Baby Tooth keeping warm in his jacket pocket. I smiled up at him sadly, wondering how we got into such a mess as this.

"Pitch was right, I make a mess of everything," Jack mumbled.

"Don't say such things Jack," I put my hand against his cheek.

He looked down at me and noticed the cut on my arm Pitch gave me.

"You're bleeding," he gasped.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a minor cut," I murmured, putting my hand over it so that he couldn't see it.

He wrapped his arms around me and sighed, I just snuggled back into him further, glad to be here. I was in his arms, I didn't care if we were at the bottom of a ravine or sitting out on a beach drinking lemonade, I was happy just being with him.

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