Hello! This is ask-jack-frostsicle (from tumblr?) posting here on Fanfic because my dear friend (ZombiedevilXD /askthegayishtar ) helped me with 50% of the editing and plot writing. (And I don't have an account : /)

Since this is my first real fic please R&R.

Warning: contains light Hijack fluff.

"I used to imagine that I wasn't alone," Jack said through grit teeth, "It's like, I can't be the only one, ya know? It sucks when people pass right through you; you start to wonder if you're real. Then I met Pitch and... I take it all back."

The wind gave Jack a sympathetic blow, reliving the pain from his aching joints, the smell of chimney fires and deep woods filled his nostrils as she passed. Jack leant against his staff as he eyed the village below. Nestled between mighty cliffs the snow seemed to trap itself there and hide the houses below under massive blankets. It would have to do for now.

"I'm running out of options," Jack sighed, "my head hurts, and I want to lie down."

Jack could imagine spending his immortal lifetime here, having snowball fights with the local children, decorating shop windows in intricate swirls of frost and snow. It pained him to realize he wouldn't be able to stay. Damn it Pitch, Jack thought as he took to the skies.

Knowing that Pitch was getting closer and closer Jack called forth the biggest blizzard he'd ever made. Unlike his snowflakes or frosts, storms were messy. There isn't a pattern to it, only a release of anger and tension. Jack didn't have the patience for delicate snowflakes; he simply spewed jagged lumps that littered the ground in an ugly mess. The winds weren't smooth and conjoined, rather mean and jagged. He figured it would at least give him some distance on Pitch while Jack waited for the sun to rise and weaken Pitch. It worked for a little bit, Pitch was nowhere to be seen but neither was the sun.

Jack waited for the sun as patiently as he could; longing for warm blissful rays to creak through the storm clouds and brighten the earth from the frozen hell Pitch caused Jack to make. The sun, however, had a agenda of his own. Steering through his mess Jack could hear Pitches deep laughter echoing from all around. Jack knew Pitch had found him; it was only a matter of time. He didn't want to deal with it anymore. Instead he frantically searched for a place to hide.

Wait a second... Since it was the middle of a blizzard, Jack almost missed the attic window left gaping open before him.

He let out a quiet whoop as he slid inside closing the glass behind him. It was the disorderly room of a teenager, posters of rock bands covered every inch of the celling as photographs and sketches covered every inch of the walls. He lay back on the green rug beneath him with a thud thinking how lucky he was.

That wasn't so bad… was it?