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Jack lay listlessly on his bed, randomly plucking strings on the guitar he'd snatched from his retreat with the Guardians. He supposed he would be expected to return it sometime, given that he was out of the band. Well, technically he hadn't been officially kicked out, but it was pretty obvious he wasn't wanted anymore. So, until he got the call to bring her back, Jack would continue to play mindless tunes on Janet's strings.
For the last week, Jack had done little besides play on Janet and stare at the ceiling. He was supposedly babysitting his sister, but Baby Tooth was happy enough learning Guardians tunes on the piano downstairs. He just had to remember to feed her. He had at one point looked over his contract, just to see what his youtube restrictions were now, and if he couldn't still upload songs. It didn't matter much that he had no more free access to his main account, he was too upset to even bother setting up the camera to play a cover piece.
He was rudely shaken out of his haze by the sound of the doorbell. The piano stopped, and Jack could picture Baby Tooth's face, torn between stranger danger and opening the door so he didn't have to. In the end, safety won out for Jack at least. "I've got it Baby Tooth!" he shouted down the stairs. Once he slid down the stairs, he smirked, and was unsurprised to find her peering in the door between the entryway and the living room. Jack grabbed his 'Guard Crook' as Emma liked to put it, just in case the someone at the door wanted to cause trouble...or was trying to sell something.
The doorbell rang again, just as Jack was pulling the door open, and Jack's jaw dropped. Of all the people Jack was expecting on his doorstep, this bastard was the last one.
"Jack!" Pitch for one looked all too enthusiastic for his sudden visit, despite the glare he was getting from Jack. "Your song was a complete success. Just as I knew it would be!" Pitch looked like he wanted to grab Jack and do something ridiculous, like spin around. Jack, however, carefully maintained the gap of the threshold between them, and tightened his hold on his stick. As tempting as it was to hit Pitch, he wasn't so sure he could get away with it without some kind of assault charge.
"You mean that song you stole?" Jack spat, and took a step forward.
That seemed to be about when Pitch noticed the threatening stick in Jack's hand. Rather than looking scared though, Pitch looked more affronted by its proximity to his being. "Why do you have a stick Jack?" he asked, skillfully dodging the subject of Jack's anger.
Jack levelled him a very unimpressed stare, and replied sarcastically, "It's a sister handler." To demonstrate this function, he reached it out to the living room door, and hooked Emma around the waist. "Little sister in," he said, pulling her into the room with him and Pitch.
"Jaaaaaack!" she whined, trying to not giggle and failing.
"Pitch, this is my little sister Baby Tooth. Baby Tooth, this is the man at fault for you no longer having exclusive access to The Guardians." he gestured between them, making the fact he was angry with Pitch very clear.
The fact Emma was angry with Pitch was also very clear in her prominent frown, and the indignant way she declared, "I don't like you."
"How charming," Pitch replied with a dry tone. He turned his attention back to Jack, and started his attempt at convincing Jack again. "Just look at what we can do together! The song is already an immense success, just think of what it will be like when the album comes out! With words and talent like yours, together we'll be unstoppable! We'll create a world where everything, everything is-"
"Pitch Black?" Jack interrupted and if he weren't angry, he might actually laugh at the ridiculous way Pitch was speaking with his hands.
Pitch paused in the middle of one such awkward hand position. He casually put himself back together, but continued using his hands for emphasis when he replied. "And Jack Frost too."
"Uh-huh," Jack said sarcastically, and then looked down to his little sister. "Emma, Dentist Plan Delta."
Without any further warning, the little girl bit down on Pitch's hand. Hard.
"Ow!" Pitch squawked in pain. "She bit me!" He sounded more offended than hurt by this fact. When he lifted his hand, indignation turned to disturbed shock in both his expression and words. "She's still attached."
"Yeah, Baby Tooth has some really strong teeth. In case you didn't get the message, that's a no. Now leave. You can work on your comeback alone." Jack grabbed Emma by the waist with the crook of his staff and she let go, leaving Pitch with a very stunned expression and an alarmingly red hand.
Jack shut the door and walked away to the sound of Pitch's muffled shouting. "Then be alone!"