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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rise_of_the_Guardians_(2012), Guardians_of_Childhood_-_William_Joyce
  Relationship:
      Jack_Frost/Pitch_Black
  Character:
      Jack_Frost_(Rise_of_the_Guardians), Pitch_Black_(Rise_Of_The_Guardians),
      Toothiana, Sanderson_Mansnoozie, Nicholas_St._North, E._Aster_Bunnymund,
      Jokul_Frosti
  Additional Tags:
      Dark_fic, Horror, Attempted_Murder, Blood_and_Gore, Glass_Dolls,
      Aftermath_of_Torture, Psychologists_&_Psychiatrists, Psychological
      Trauma, Psychological_Torture, Broken_Jokul, Insane_Jokul, Jack_Has
      Issues, Pitch_is_Good, Abusive_Parents, Guardians_are_accepting_of_Pitch,
      Scars, Scarring, Body_Modification, scalpels, Scar_Tattoos, So_many_tags,
      Shout_out_to_Fidix!_c:, Shout_out_to_Angelblaze!_c:
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-08 Updated: 2014-09-09 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3015
****** Glass Dolls ******
by Little_Snowflake_Bunny
Summary
     Jack thought that everything happened for a reason. But sometimes
     some things aren't meant to happen. So when his long lost brother was
     found. They thought it was going to go back to a safe and happy
     environment, well as safe as it was with having abusive parents.
     What Jack didn't know was that taking care of Jokul was far more
     responsibility than caring for his sister Emma.
Notes
     This is a fanfic that I wanted to make after reading the awesome work
     of Fidix's We've_Made_Our_Plight
     And with his permission I was able to get a bit of plot around this
     fic.
     And another thanks to Angelblaze for letting me use a awesome
     character from Cafe_Claussen
     I hope everyone enjoys this!
***** Warmth *****
"Jokul?"
Cold amber eyes stared into soft brown ones. The boy did not respond. He merely
sat there looking directly at her. The woman gave him a sigh, she was at her
wits end with him. She couldn't help him if she didn't know what was wrong, but
she already knew what was wrong with him.
"Are you listening?" She spoke again.
No response from the boy-- only a blank stare. It was starting to make her feel
like she was talking to a wall. It made her uncomfortable to be looked at.
Especially with those dead eyes of his.
"Jokul.." Her soft voice seemed coaxing. She trying to get the boy to talk, to
do something! Other than stare at her!
His blank stare continue to burrow into her mind. It made her shudder in
silence at what the boy had to go through. He didn't frown nor did he smile. He
just sat there in silence. His gaze was glazed over. He must be in deep thought
or remembering something. This is not good! The woman worried. She was about to
speak, but went against it. Maybe, today would be the day she had been praying
for. That, maybe, Jokul would finally open up. 
How long had he been sitting here? Looking over to the clock Jokul suddenly
stood up. The woman gave a light frown, she was about to protest that their
time was not over. "Joku-" A light knock interrupted them. Jokul was already
walking towards the door.
"Miss Witherstone, Ms. Smith is here to pick up, Jokul." Her secretary's voice
calmly broke the tense silence that arose in the room. Witherstone couldn't
blame her. Not with this case, not with this boy. Jokul was prone to be
frightening, and unpredictable, it was a no wonder why he was here. A woman who
thought had seen it all, working for the government was hard enough for her.
However, trying to open up someone who wasn't a criminal was just outrageous.
What coudld this boy have to be sent to her of all the people?!
Witherstone sighed just then and stood up. Instead doing any progress in the
last three months she found herself chewing off more than she swallow, he was
far to gone, shut off from the world.
It never occurred to her why they even considered setting him free, where he
could be a danger to himself, and to society itself . Marie Witherstone thought
she had seen it all. But now, this boy here, was a unique case. He was hiding
things, she had read all of his files, some of which were censored and even
deleted, even with her status she couldn't get into certain files without
restrictions. Miss Witherstone wished she could do something about him.
But she couldn't, orders were orders.
Jokul said nothing as the secretary let him pass through. The black haired boy
said nothing as he wandered over to his current care-giver's side. Mrs. Smith.
The young blonde gave him smile, one that Jokul did not return.
"Alright Jokul, sweetie, w-why don't you go wait in the car. Then we can take
you home! Won't that be great?" Ms. Smith tried to cover to wavering tone with
another warm smile. She gave him a nervous chuckle when Jokul looked at her.
Her brown eyes sparkled with the emotions- with pity, sincerity, and fear. The
fear came from how unstable the boy should be. 
He was after all- a ticking time bomb. A product of a sinister ploy for a man
that had eluded all lawful men and even the best of PI. Here was the final
result of a sadistic game gone wrong.
Jokul did not respond to her discomfort he only bowed his head as he walked out
of the office. Once he was out of the building the blonde let out her sigh she
didn't know she was holding.
"I know how you feel, even I, can't stay in the room, and I'm the one trying to
cure him." the brunette that was Miss Witherstone gave the social worker a weak
smile. She felt old, she was only 26 for pete's sake!
"Ah.." Ms. Smith gave a light chuckle before glancing at the door that led out
of the tiny office.
"He's a good kid, but-" Ms. Witherstone spoke tentatively.
"But?"
"He still won't respond to any of the treatment." The blonde gave a frown at
the information she was given.
"I don't really blame him though. From what I read, I heard that he was forced
to be in the acts." The ones that he did himself. She noted silently to
herself. Smith did not bode well to the news that was brought to her attention.
In fact, all of her cheery attitude vanished. Her eyes widen at the horrifying
thoughts and images that burned into her mind. What kind of person would do
that to a child?! Much less force him to do that to other human beings!
"What kind of monster would do that, indeed. Sarah." Ms. Witherstone smirked as
her old friend blushed. It seemed that she said  it out loud again!
"I-I-I.." Sara stumbled on her words before she fixed her clipboard, and then
her obnoxious pink hair pin,"I'll just go now, thank you, Anne- For everything
you've done for us- for him." With a last smile she walked out of the office
and towards the silver sleek honda, that was her car.
As she entered her car she gave Jokul a smile, he looked up from what he was
reading. At least he doing something normal. She did frown when she notice it
was a medical book, it made her cringe.
"Jokul, honey, why don't you read something else, no?" She pulled out a smaller
book that lay in her glove compartment.
"Here, why don't you read this, instead of that old book, for a change of
pace?" She smiled brightly and tried to coax him to give up the book he was
reading.
Jokul frowned looked at Sarah, who gave a small 'eep' with the cold dark look
she got. It made her tense but she relaxed when he put the book down, and took
the smaller book instead. With a soft sigh she buckled up, and drove off after
starting the car. She just wished that his family was well prepared for him.
She felt sorry for the boy, worse even, for the family was the one.
It had been a near decade since they last seen their little boy. She sure was
happy to be able to finally reunite a family. Usually cases like this ended
with the child being dead, or in worse situations.
Humming a soft tune she smiled at Jokul again before she stopped at the office.
Getting out she looked at in through the window. "I'll be right back! Just wait
here I'll go get your papers!" She chirped at the pale boy.
Jokul looked up as he watched her skipped along towards the office. He blinked
as he seemed to ignore her in favor of going back to what he was reading. It
was a manual to some sort of contraption she might of had back at home.
Jokul looked up as Sarah finally came back. With a cheery "Lets go!" from her,
off they went. From the noisy traffic jammed downtown towards the quieter and
less trafficked suburbs. Jokul watched as the scenery went by quickly. He
didn't speak when Sarah asked him a question about the neighborhood.
Turning right on the first street then left a few times and lastly a right,
they slowly stopped in front of a cream colored two storied house. Jokul
glanced at the house, it was a wooden one, one that any simple modern family
would have. It felt calming and welcoming on the outside. But it was on the
inside that would tell the story. Jokul jerked away when Sarah place a hand on
his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just so excited, you're going to finally be
reunited!" She held pride in her voice she gave him the warmest smile he'd ever
been given.
Getting out the car Jokul watched as a sleek black car behind them passed them.
Jokul glanced as the door to the house was opened up. Coming out was a thick
but fit middle-aged man, his brown hair matched those same chocolate eyes, then
came out a slim young-looking woman she had a more lighter shade of brown. The
mother looked nervous, the father looked well calm, and excited.
Jokul was not prepared as the black car came to a stop in front of them. He
didn't smile nor frown when Sarah decided to approach the parents. A normal
life?..
"He's here! He's here!" The shrill chirpy voice startled Jokul out of his
musing, he jerked away from the window when a brown and pink andf blue blur
flew from out behind the parents and towards him. Jokul finally realized at
what he was staring. A little girl who was most definitely excited to him.
Usually it was the opposite when people met him, they were either scared
shitless when going to him, or disappointed.
"Emma!" Jokul watched as the young girl, Emma, was pulled away from blocking
his door. Jokul got a glance of white hair, Jokul was forced out of the car
when Sarah came by and to take out some papers. "Go on! Go meet meet your
family!" She encouraged him.
Opening the door Jokul looked up as the door was opened up for him. Sarah
smiled at him. Stepping out he trembled slightly as the heat of the sun was
making him feel a bit nervous. He felt so nervous about meeting these people.
What if they didn't like, what if he hurt them? What if-
"You'll do great, Jokul, I know it!" Sarah smiled more at him as the black
haired boy finally pulled himself out of the car. All of his worries vanished
when he looked up to stare at a happy Emma, who was holding hands with a pale
hand. Jokul jerked up as he stared up at the a teen, whose pale skin almost
could compare to his pallid flesh. He noticed white hair. It made the other boy
look like some kind of fairy. Jokul swallowed a lump of anxiety, as amber eyes
met blue ones.
A gasp came from the girl, then the shocked looked from the boy. Jokul cringed
as he took a step back. The white haired boy reached out and "Wait-!" He
reached out. But was stopped by a older man, who he finally realized was there.
His grey skin made Jokul feel at unease, he had seen people with a near same
condition back at his old home. But it was rare to see one here outside.
"Jack," The man's voice pulled, the now identified Jack, towards himself, "let
him come to you, please do forgive, Jack, he's just excited to see you was all,
so is Emma, right Emma?"
"Yup!" The girl chirped happily.
Jokul blinked and looked at Jack. Wait Jack? This couldn't be the same Jack who
he grew up with. He was so different!
"Ah, sorry for startling you." Jack's nickname for him. It swelled him with a
small shine of warmth. But he cringed, which was noticed by the taller man.
"Welcome home."
"Home.." Jokul whispered to himself. He looked up, his body tensed up, his grip
on his sweater tighten. His breathing hitched. His heart rate began to quicken
as an image flash through his mind. No No no nononono-
There was blood- it was everywhere, dripping off him- pooling at his feet
nothing was left untouched by the tainted sin he had done. He was shaking. He
could feel that man's hand on the back of his neck. His breath brushed against
his left ear. "Good boy, Jokul, you did perfectly.~" The man's voice was
swelling with pride. He was proud. But that could be true! He had just- hurt
someone. It made him tremble, it sicken him- he sickened him He couldn't
breath, he couldn't--!
"Jok- cal- -own." He was being held he could feel warmth. Jokul blinked as he
looked up to see that his brother holding him still, by the shoulders.
"Breath.." He heard someone say. It seemed he had another panic attack. His
father looked on in worry, his mother was near to tears, and his younger sister
looked at him with concern. Jokul struggled as he backed away from Jack.
Meanwhile, Sarah looked over at them with a very worried expression in her
eyes.
He felt shamed that he had had a panic attack.  He tugged at his sleeves,
fidgeting with it, as anxiety seeped from his veins and crawled back into the
darkest part of his mind. He couldn't do this! He couldn't! He felt like a
cornered animal, especially when his back hit the car. It made his fear spike
up. His body trembled. He wanted to get away to be somewhere else they were
different! Oh so different! He couldn't do this!
But he suddenly felt warmth enveloped him, he was being touched! He tensed up
immediately, it would have gone to hell if it weren't for who was hugging him.
He could smell the calming scent of lavender as Jack's white locks tickled his
nose. Jack was hugging him. Jokul willed his mind to slow down, to ease and
focus on the scent of lavender that came off his estranged brother.
Jack was holding him, his body relaxed. "It's going to be okay, it's going to
be okay." Those words never did help, but hearing them from Jack. It filled him
with happiness. Jokul stopped trembling as his panic attack was finally fading.
But it seemed that Jack was refusing to let him go, not yet at least. This
filled him with a warmth he never felt before- happiness.
***** Broken Eyes *****
Chapter Notes
     I'll be changing Jokul's name to Jeremy.
It wasn't suppose to be like this! He wasn't suppose to be taken in-- by these
strangers. Jeremy remained calm even as the Social Worker spoke, clearly she
thought being father away would help with the situation when she was detailing
his "parents" about his case.
He still had court to go to next week, then another session with that damned
woman.
Jeremy 's concentration was broken as he felt something tug at his sweater. He
glanced over and stared at Emma, honestly, Jeremy never knew he'd see his
sister nor his brother. From what he already glanced-- his father was a rigid
man, a cold monster. And his mother was a fading shade of herself.
Then, there was Pitch. Something about him, made Jeremy stand on end. He had to
be cautious. This person would be a disaster-- if he ever got hold of what
Jeremy was truly capable of. Jeremy watched them but the sent his focus back on
what had been tugging on his sleeve, Emma. She was talking to him, however,
Jeremy could not concentrate, he had other pressing matters on his mind.
Sensing, his distress, Jack stopped speaking with Pitch. Jack smiled at them.
He was faking it, he was wary of Jeremy. He was something new-- something odd.
"Emma, why don't you go with Pitch into the kitchen and make something for
Jeremy, I'm sure he's starving!" Jack knew that would bring some looks from his
parents, but they were busy with the Social Worker.
Jack looked Jeremy over, Jeremy looked like any normal fostered child. However,
something was terribly wrong-- very wrong, Jack just knew it.
Jeremy didn't say anything as he looked at Jack. He wasn't sure what say.
Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Emma and Pitch wander into the
kitchen, the later of the two gave him a look over before giving a smile.
Jeremy saw the pain hidden deep in his eyes, the teen relaxed himself and gave
a small smile back.
"I.." He started and jerked away, he wasn't too keen on speaking out for
himself, "I already ate before.. coming .. here." His voice went low-- nearly a
whisper under his breath. But his brother, he heard him loud and clear.
“Alright, well, do you want to go see where you'll be sleeping?” Jack gave him
a bright smile. Jeremy never knew that someone, a stranger, could be so bright
and happy to see him. Usually people who saw him, they were filled with dread,
fear, and panic.
Jeremy said nothing as he followed his brother up the stairs. Jeremy took the
very moment to observe his brother. He was trying hard to support his sister.
He saw various signs of alcoholism when he saw the kitchen from the corner of
his eyes. He saw bag, the smell of alcohol was barely a presence in the
household.
Jeremy looks at Jack's back. He was tense, tired physically. Jeremy was calmly
following him.
"You'll be staying in here." Jack spoke, breaking his train of thought.
Jeremy gives Jack a small smile. His brother opened the door to his room. This
was Jack's room, but now it was their room. Seeing a bed near-by Jeremy relaxed
even further. The boy took in what was around the room. It was the same as any
teen's room. 
"Sorry for the mess. It was unexpected really.. well, you'll be sharing a room
with me." Jack beamed at Jeremy. Jeremy gave a single nod, he wasn't too sure
about the living arrangements. But he then heard Emma's calls for lunch.
Jack laughed and went downstairs, "I'll let you get settled in." He smiled back
to his brother. Jeremy stepped into the room as he watched Jack disappear from
view. Jeremy gave a low sigh as he dropped his suitcase  onto his bed and
closed his eyes.
Jeremy gave a faint smile, this was perfect. Opening his eyes he turned and
wandered off towards the kitchen.
It was time for him to play his part. He had to in order to survive in this new
place.
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