Time was both slow and fast, Just like it always was and always will be.

"We did it, we actually went and did it." I heard someone breathed heavily.

For one small moment, we didn't actually spoke, everything was alright. It was just a stupid nightmare that almost caught us to our trouble beds. I closed my eyes to recall what just happened in these few days. Being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal, being face to face to the nightmare king for the first time, knowing the teeth he took held my memories of my lost human life, feeling the depression when Jamie saw everyone but me, experiencing the despair and hate when Pitch was strong enough to take Sandy down and how I was fooled when I left the guardians and their unstoppable misunderstanding. My memories, the hope when I saved the last light and relaxation when the 6 kids would see me and help us attack the nightmares. I opened my eyes and noticed the sandman smiling faintly at me. The guardians, the five of us enjoyed this moment thoroughly though nobody mentioned it. I was still wondering if Jamie had went to school yet, until the Tooth fairy broke the silence first.

"Sandy, you feeling okay?" she seemed a bit unwilling to break it too, voice a little husky, hesitating and nervous. But it's still necessary, for Sandy's sake. Wordlessly, Sandy nodded once and smiled faintly and with a twirl of his tiny fingers there appeared a golden stallion running and snarling noiselessly above his palm, as if he was speaking, "I'm healthy as a horse." Tooth giggled.

"Bloody hell, if you dare freeze my tail like that again, don't call me ruthless." Aster nearly hissed, his scold seem so special with his Australian accent.

"Why not?" I mumbled, "I'm happy, aren't you?"

"Happiness slipped away from me since the day Manny chose you. It still hurts to think about it."

I sighed when North yawned. Sandy looked like he suddenly was reminded of something and four golden pillows ended up on his head, one of them hit North and he ducked his head into Santa Clause's sleeping mood.

"How long had we been up?" I asked. Nobody answered as the three of them saw a pillow shot right toward my face. I didn't hide from it though it could be a lot better if I sleep in the snow banks.

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I was too tired to dream. But I heard a lot of noise and when I couldn't bear it any more, I blinked my eye lids to see what happened, they were stiffed. I must have been the last to wake up for I heard more than one pair of footsteps outside the door and my eyes flew open when I noticed a thick patterned blanket above me. "Nuts?" I breathed. Why would a winter spirit need a blanket at all? Must have been the elves who did this. I don't believe any of the guardians would have such an IQ, doing a favor without even thinking. I frowned when I touched the soft, smooth mattress of the bed. It felt awkward when someone wanted me to be covered up and cozy.

A heavy knock, it was North. "Come…. in." I said uncomfortably, it felt so strange.

He peeked inside: "Oh, sorry to wake you, Jack, it was the yetis, repairing the damage Pitch did. Still, do you have any idea how long you've slept?" His husky Russian accent couldn't be easier to tell.

"I….I don't care, North, who put me into…..bed?" I raised one eyebrow and stretched to sit on the bed.

"Who else could it be? Of course it was me. You don't like it that much?" He could still read my face though I composed it pretty well.

I thought I blushed, "I don't need this, I…I thought it was the elves. And this room…"I stared around my surroundings with still sleepy eyes for the very first time, unable to fully process what was happening. It's big enough to fly freely around. The wooden floor was almost shiny and warm against my bare feet. One big couch and two sturdy chairs are arranged neatly on the floor. A few empty bookshelves lined the wall of the door. The wall on the other side was more like a whole piece of glass, it looked so fragile, the thick snow outside was clearly visible and natural to me. The sky was pale blue and bright like it always was for half a year. The frame under the bed was cold metal brushed with a sparklingly silver white paint. It was really some pretty bed to look at but I was sure I wouldn't need it. The other three sides of the no smooth wall were made and filled with different sizes and shapes of huge grey pebbles, a wall of individual stones being held together. It looked like it couldn't be destroyed in any force, a symbol of forever, I guess, built for eternity, so hard and protective. That's everything, no table or fireplace. But the ceiling was pretty high, maybe 20 feet or more. I'm really starting to like this big, cool, icy, empty room. I'm quite sure no one will dare to come in after I change it to a temperature I like. It made me feel so small and North too chubby, I chuckled and sighed. "So...what exactly is this?"

North laughed cutely as he walked in, I stood up to greet him. And he clapped me on the shoulder, the force of the weight nearly causing my knees to give out. I need to pay attention to his moves if I want to live safely here. "It's your room, of course! For whenever you would like to stay here."

I fell silent, probably still staring around with wide eyes. For the first time in forever I doubted my ears, I'm having a….a room? In my past, rooms and located houses always belong to someone else. Centuries of travelling made my heart seemed like floating to wherever my fate took me. After a moment, I replied quietly, "Why?" it was more like a breath coming out from my mouth rather than a reply.

"There were a lot of reasons why, and I had considered each of them carefully." He inhaled and exhaled heavily, he punched his huge right fist into his huge left palm as if he was eager for a fight, and continued, "First off, after the defeat of Pitch, we are all got a lot closer and a lot of time will be spent around each other. As the leader, I thought about having an individual room for each of you for whenever you decide to stay over at the Pole. It only makes sense and seems fair that you receive one of your own.

"Second, I know you are still sensitive about having been alone for three hundred years. I want you to know you're welcomed in the Pole and that you don't have to be alone anymore if you don't want to. Giving you a room would probably let you know it. The large Russian here isn't happy to see you feeling lonely and have to sleep on that frozen pond you're so attached to.

"And third," He ducked his head to held my gaze, "I'm worried about younger spirit. Pitch isn't gone forever, everyone knows that, and he won't hesitate to take whatever small revenge he could, especially against you. So I can't let you run around everywhere the way you did, but I know that you're not one who would appreciate being cooped up all the time. No, definitely not. This is the best I can do to keep you unharmed."

My answer smile grew wilder. He just laughed again, ruffled my hair to a mess—much to my chagrin—and he spoke in a different tone, "Why not?"

A/N:

Hello, everybody.

As you can see, I write in the first person. "I" is simply Jack. And it takes place right after the movie.

This story is going to be pretty long, with a lot of chapters. But I would update slowly. I suppose this would be the longest chapter of them all, maybe...

Thanks for reading & please review!