Reliving Memories (BoyxBoy)

The Lights of Paris

After dinner, Pitch went into his room to retire for the evening, leaving a wired Jack in the kitchen, itching for something to keep him busy. After a moment of not knowing what to do, he started to make drawings on the table with his frost, but watched as they slowly melted away. He deflated on the table, no longer finding joy in that as well.

"What am I supposed to do with myself?" Jack questioned himself.

Normally, he would be bugging the shit out of Bunny or North, but now, he can't seem to bug anyone right now. That's when he gasped and got up, an idea rushing to his head. He headed for the door, but he couldn't seem to get passed it. He put his hand on it and felt there was an invisible force. Was it locked with magic?

He tried harder and this time, it blasted him back, making him hit the table chair. He grunted, holding his hurt side. He saw Onix rush to his side, a look of worry on her face.

"Why can't I leave?" He asked. Onix looked at the door and back at him, suddenly understanding what her master wanted. She ran forward, biting onto the invisible wall. He saw it start to melt away, and Jack shot up, grabbing her and hugging her with passion. "Oh how I love you, Onix!" He nuzzled her before running out of the door and the icy air hit him, sending him to feel refreshed. He looked over and saw the Eiffel tower, almost forgetting they were in France.

He walked forward and over the hill, before sitting down and admiring the city lights from where he stood. Since it was nearly midnight, all the lights sparkled in the darkness, making Jack feel rather peaceful where he sat.

He started to think, just about how much has happened in the short amount of time. He found his past love, the guardians are most likely searching for him, and he found out just why Pitch is as dark as he is.

Jack sighed, putting Onix down beside him, before bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his arms on them. His face nestled on his arms as he stared at the lights that twinkled in the distance.

His thoughts started up again as his hair ruffled in the wind. Pitch. That's all that was on his mind. He was tortured before he became a spirit, and those facts made him feel sorry for Pitch. He was suffering all this time just because he feared his past life. Jack couldn't help but feel wrong for teaming up with the guardians who see him as a stain upon the world. But then again, they were just trying to save the children.

He grunted, sinking his head lower into his arms, a frustrated look creeping its way on his face. He didn't know what to think right now and it made him feel really irritated.

He heard footsteps behind him, making him turn around to spot Pitch, a semi worried look on his face. "Pitch?" Jack called, snatching his attention.

Pitch spotted the voice and nearly deflated in relief. "This is where you are? How did you get past the barrier?" He asked, walking up to the top of the hill.

Jack pointed at his companion, who was snuggled close to Jack's thigh. "She opened it for me." He explained.

"Did it throw you back by chance?" Pitch asked, stopping beside Jack, his eyes gazing upon the lights of Paris.

"Perhaps." Jack rose his chin, his posture giving way to a "held-high" pose. A few moments of silence passed and they stood there, watching someon of the lights die down, hearing the violin music from the closest cafe to them.

"I never really got to appreciate the lights." Pitch finally said, breaking the silence.

"Neither have I. Normally I stick to the inside or in neighborhoods. This amount of lights were beautiful." Jack explained, twirling his hands in the grass below him. He glanced up, seeing Pitch looking down at the city with almost an unreadable expression. Jack smirked, a great idea popping into his head.

He reached up and gripped Pitch's hand and tugged roughly at his hand. The tug caught Pitch off guard, causing him to the floor, on top of Jack who was chuckling like an idiot. Pitch, for the first time in a long time, couldn't help but let a genuine smile hit his face as he tried to fix his posture to sit beside Jack.

"If you wanted me to sit down, you could have asked, idiot." Pitch explained, folding his arms across his chest.

Jack chuckled, poking Pitch in the cheek. "But where is the fun in asking?" Jack teased, wrapping his arms around Pitch's forearm.

They sat there in silence, both of them staring at Paris which was beaming with restless lights, almost as if the city refused to sleep. Jack felt happy sitting here, complete is the word to use. He never realized just how much he missed Pitch after the 300 years of no memories, he never realized the hole he had until it was filled. It killed him to finally find out his memories and ever since they awakened, his past feeling shone through and he wanted nothing more but to stay by Pitch's side.

Pitch on the other hand, was hesitant about this new found feeling. It was neither pain nor loneliness, but the fear in his heart was making itself known. He feared that this moment of happiness, will be taken away from him any moment. The fear of losing Jack once again was making him skeptical to truly show his feelings. He contained most of them, distancing himself from what he truly felt. He didn't want to be hurt like that again, but for right now, he was going to enjoy the company he was given, no matter how short it may appear to be.

A/N: so uh... I updated after like... 4 months ;^; im sowwie for the late updates!!!! I promise I will try to get the other one out soon!!!