18/4/14

Hey guys. Right so this is my first Rise Of The Guardians fanfic! I recently got round to watching the film and the ideas just flooded me. So I hope you enjoy. Big thanks to my stunning beta WhoLockVenger of Awesomeness who helped me out greatly.
Also for any of you that read my Les Mis repertoire: I will still be updating as normal on Sunday/Monday. Until they are finished my Les Mis fics will come first.

Chapter 1

Black sand swarmed around his body, sending Jack hovering up in the sky with pain coursing through him. His vision flickered as he watched Pitch sneer at him from the ground.

Why was he floating? Why couldn't he move anymore?

The sand surrounded him life a bubble and screams of pain tore themselves from his abused throat. He felt as if his life was being pulled from his chest as agony became his everything. It was like drowning all over again.

"Jack! Jack!" Tooth shouted as the sand began to fade away. They were here, the guardians were here. They would save him. Pitch had attacked him at his pond when he was lazing in the snow. They thought Pitch Black was gone forever, but he had appeared and proceeded to throw his shadows at Jack until they finally overwhelmed him. Then the sand came; came to eat his soul. When Jack could finally see again he had been dropped to the floor and he pushed his eyes open to see Pitch run and disappear into the shadows like a demon.

Tooth shot over, and lifted his head softly as everything faded.

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He woke up back at the pole with a dull throbbing headache, like his skull was about to combust. "Pitch has been gone for two years now! Why would he reappear to do this?" Bunny questioned as Jack slowly opened his eyes. It was cold, a lot colder than he ever remembered the pole being. The cold had never bothered him before now.

"Jack was the one who defeated him before, so it would make sense to get him out of the way if he was trying to take over the world again," Tooth chirped up while Jack slowly sat up on the settee.
"Guys," he mumbled and all four head snapped up.
"Jack, oh Jack. Thank Manny you're alright," Tooth fussed, checking over his head and peering into his eyes.

"What's wrong with me? My head hurts and I'm cold," he asked quietly, and the tension grew when all four guardians stared at him with pity in their eyes.
"It's Pitch. He has developed away to take the powers and immortality from spirits," North explained, his normally jolly attitude subdued as if he was in some form of trance.
"What?" Jack exclaimed, stumbling to his feet but stopping as the world spun again.

"Be careful Jack, you need to get used to a mortal body again," Tooth consoled as he stumbled and she supported him.
"W-what am I supposed to do now?" Jack mumbled as he looked at his pink hands, examining what it felt like to have normal bodily functions again.

"It's not safe for you are the pole now, he'll assume we are keeping you here," Bunny stated. Jack appreciated that he was the only one not looking at him with pity.
"So where can I go?" Jack asked as he tried to feel for the wind. It didn't respond.
"We think you should try and stay with Jamie. We will keep an eye on you, but you need to pretend to be a normal boy. How old were you when you ... you know ... became a spirit?" North enquired, dancing round the issue of Jack's fall into the ice.
"I was eighteen," Jack stated, his mind still reeling from the news.
"We'll take you to Jamie's. I'm sure you'll be able to come up with something his mother will believe," Bunny shrugged as they helped him onto the sleigh, sighing when Jack picked up with staff and held it to his chest.

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One thing Jamie wasn't expected when he came home from school was a tall boy staring in his mirror and pulling at his brown hair. But then he saw the blue frosty hoodie resting on his hunched shoulders and tatty brown trousers reaching only down to mid calf.

"Jack?" Jamie exclaimed with a whisper of shock in his voice. The boy spun round and Jamie's eyes widened. It was definitely Jack but he didn't look like Jack anymore. Brown eyes stared back at him and the boy's brown hair was styled exactly like Jack's was. The only thing that resembled the winter spirit was the blazing white highlights tinting his hair.

"Hey Jamie," Jack smiled weakly, sitting on Jamie's bed.
"What happened to you, you don't look the same?" Jamie asked. There was clearly something wrong with the guardian sat in front of him.
"Pitch is back and he took my powers... I'm human again," Jack murmured as he stroked his curved staff with a delicate touch.
"But, but I thought we defeated Pitch two years ago?" Jamie questioned; his face paling. "How could he take your powers? You're Jack Frost." He whispered and Jack sighed.
"We don't know but I need somewhere to stay until we have it sorted out. Please say that I can stay here. I have nowhere else to go," Jack practically begged. He was still clearly shaken up over the whole ordeal.

"Of course I'm fine with it, but what on earth are you going to say to my mother?" Jamie exclaimed, settling next to the ex-winter spirit.
"North has it all worked out, your mother has a cousin who works in The Arctic, ran across North a couple of times -her daughter loves the elves. Anyway they haven't talked in years so I can say that I am her adopted son and need somewhere to stay for a while until my parents return home," Jack explained slowly so Jamie could keep up. "There is a message on your answer phone from last night from Tooth pretending to be her," he finished just as the door clicked open.

"Jamie?" Mrs. Bennet called out as she shut the door.
"Jack she'll kill me if I let you in!" Jamie exclaimed in a whisper to the oblivious guardian.
"Right, I'll jump out of the window then come round the front door," Jack nodded solemnly, pushing open Jamie's second story bedroom window.
"You can't jump," he hissed as his mum shouted again. But before he could stop him, Jack had already jumped.

What didn't occur to the now mortal Jack was that he could not longer control the wind, and so hit the grass in the Bennett's garden full force. Jack let out a quiet moan but when he slowly stumbled to his feet, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him. It was weird not being able to fly anymore. Jack just felt like some part of him was missing.

How did these humans live like this? He snapped himself out of the haze and slunk round the front of the house to listen in on Jamie and his mother. "There you are," his mother sighed as Jamie thumped down the stairs. "I've just got a message. Your second cousin is going to be staying with us for a while until his parents move back to the states. I hope you don't mind, it's a little short notice. He should be here anytime now," she explained and Jamie did a great job of feigning surprise for this announcement.
"Course mum, do you need help clearing out the spare bedroom?" Jamie asked, suddenly the angel child.
"If you wouldn't mind baby," she chuckled softly, kissing him on the head and sending him upstairs. That was his cue.

After composing himself on the doorstep, Jack opened his eyes and knocked on the door, the picture of sophistication to impress Mrs. Bennett. A quite petit, brown haired woman pulled open the door and Jack put on his best charming smile. "Hi, I'm Jack Overland. Your cousin's son," he introduced himself.
"Yes, yes. Your mother said you were coming. Come in, come in," Mrs. Bennett exclaimed, ushering Jack inside. He still couldn't believe people could see him again. A blazing smile lit up his face and his heart swelled. He wasn't alone anymore.

"Please take a seat." Jamie's mother smiled, her warmth radiating across the room. Jack liked her already; she reminded him of his mother.

Before the guardian's had shipped him away from the pole they devised a whole cover story. Even though technically Jack was eighteen they made him sixteen. He was a believable sixteen year old; Bunny did always tease him about his baby face. Anyway, if he was sixteen then he wouldn't have to get a job or provide for himself as he was too young.

"Thank you for taking me in, Mrs. Bennett," Jack smiled softly as he perched on her couch.
"It's no trouble Jack. And call me Paula. Jamie's just upstairs clearing out what'll be your bedroom," she explained, clearly examining Jack's unusual attire. "Where are your belongings? Are they coming separately?" Paula enquired, clearly not letting her nephew twice removed get away that easily.
"Um, yes but until they do I have some money to go buy some clothes," Jack nodded, assuming that was what people did in those clothes buildings. Three hundred years ago everyone made their own clothes; you never had to buy them.

Thankfully, that answer seemed to placate Paula as she looked disapprovingly at his current attire.
"Well we can all go tomorrow seeing as it is the weekend. Have your parents registered you at school yet?" She questioned.

Jack's heart dropped. He had to go to school?