Title: "Jack's Only Friend"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: G/K
Summary: Jack only has one friend.
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Jack Frost had traveled the world many times over. Wherever Winter went, he was there, and so he had been everywhere at one time or another for even Africa, on rare occasion, felt a touch of the cold. At first, it had all seemed new and exciting to him, but now there was nothing left that was new. He had instead only the same, old heartaches.
He had, on occasion, had to do bad things to people and, on even rarer occasion, had enjoyed it. However, for the most part, Jack helped humans, especially children, yet they never saw him.
Jack traveled from place to place, bringing snow and laughter, but nobody ever saw him. Nobody saw him, so he could make no friends. Nobody believed in him; he was left alone in a world full of laughter and splendor.
It wasn't all pretty. Jack'd seen horrible things in his time, but still, he craved human companionship. He wanted some one to talk to, some one with whom to laugh and play, but all he had was the man in the moon. Thereby, even with the world at his fingertips, Jack went to the moon more often than anywhere else.
The man in the moon was Jack's best, and only, friend. It didn't matter that he didn't know his name. It did matter that he did not talk more often. Jack yearned for some one not only to listen to him but to converse with him, and the man in the moon, whatever his name was, was more often a silent listener than anything else. Still, Jack traveled to visit him almost every night, because even if he never said another word, Jack knew he heard him. He knew he knew he was real, and that, at least, was something.
The End