Third Person POV:

Jack took a deep breath, his broken ribcage sending shockwaves of pain through him. His head ached, and one of his arms was hanging loosely by his side.

"I'm so sorry, Baby Tooth." Jack whispered, his eyes drifting shut.

200 years later:

Angel's POV:

"Hey, I think I see something!" I called, looking below me as I repelled down the cliff face.

"Well, wait until you're at the bottom to actually see something!" My best friend and teammate, Ted, yelled back.

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled, finally reaching the bottom. I walked slowly towards the object, not entirely sure what I was seeing. Kneeling down next to it, I brushed some of the ice and snow away, and then threw myself backwards, unable to stifle a scream.

"Angel?! What's wrong?" Ted yelled down.

"It's…it's a person, Ted. A boy." I gasped.

"A boy? Hold on, I'm lowering the sled." Ted said, disappearing for a moment. While he was gone, I returned to my position, and continued to brush the snow off. I cleared the snow and ice off his chest, and then stared at him for a minute. While I stared at him, I noticed something odd. His chest was moving. I resisted the urge to fling myself backwards, and placed a hand on his chest. Amazingly enough, I felt a heartbeat. I hurriedly cleaned the rest of the snow and ice off of him. When I was cleaning it off of his hands, one moved, and then grabbed onto me.

"Pitch?" He hissed, he eyes narrowed, his hand roughly grabbing my shoulder.

"What? No, no, my name is Angel, not Pitch." I whispered, trying not to cry out from the pain.

"What year is it, Angel?" He asked.

"It's 2013." I stammered.

"What? But…what about North, Tooth, Bunny and Sandy? What about Pitch?" He whispered, looking skyward.

"Um…who are you? Why were you lying at the bottom of this crevasse?" I inquired.

"Me? I'm Jack Frost. Pitch threw me here. With…Baby Tooth." Jack said, suddenly looking around. He stood up, and started brushing away the snow. After a few minutes, he picked up something very tiny, and held it close.

"I can't keep her warm!" Jack said in frustration, and then looked over at me.

"You're human! You can keep her warm." Jack said, and then thrust his hands out towards me. Cupped in his hands was a tiny being, with wings, a hummingbird beak, and beautiful feathers.

"What is she?" I gasped in amazement, holding her in my hands.

"She's a Baby Tooth. She works for the Tooth Fairy." Jack replied.

"The Tooth Fairy?" I gasped. Jack nodded, and then began to look around in the snow again. This time, he pulled out a staff that had been broken in two. He held it wearily, and sighed. I stared at him, and his staff, then down at the Baby Tooth Fairy that I was holding, and then back at him. After what seemed like eternity, Baby Tooth started to move, and then sat up. She made little cheeping noises, which drew Jack's attention.

"Baby Tooth!" Jack cried, smiling. She looked at him affectionately, and then flew into his sweatshirt's pocket. Out of nowhere, a voice called Jack's name. I jumped, and then Jack reached into his pocket. He was holding a box, and his voice was called again. He pressed his hand to it, and then stared at it for a few minutes. After he stopped staring at the box, he jumped up, grabbed his staff, and held it together. Nothing happened, and then he tried again, with better results. Afterwards, he flew out of the crevasse, and I was left behind, wondering if I'd see him again.