The Guardian of Lost Children

Summary: What if Jack Frost wasn't alone for all those years. What if he, like all lost children, was found by Peter Pan?

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London, England, midnight. Jack Frost, the weather spirit who brought winter, was standing on the recently completed tower known as Big Ben. He was standing there, staring at the moon; silently speaking to the man in the moon who has been silent since the day he was born again.

"Its so cold," Jack whispered, gripping the cloth over his heart.

So many years since he'd woken up, he was used to the cold that he brought wherever he went, but this chill, this cold was something else. The hard, cold pain of being alone. Jack could take the physical chill, hell he wished that was all it was, that pain wasn't nearly as bad as the pain of being alone. Being alone hurt worse.

Jack's grip tightened and he bit his lip as trails of ice formed on his cheeks, starting from his eyes. Jack's shoulders trembled from the power of his tears. Why? Why did he have to be alone? Why couldn't anyone see him? Why? Why! WH-

Jack gasped, his head shooting up in surprise.

Jack turned to his shoulders and was surprised to see a light, blue jacket draped over his shoulders. Jack stared at it before slowly looking towards the one who had put it on him. Jack's eyes widened as he took the person in and realized that the person was in front of him, floating in mid-air.

The person was a teenage boy, about his age but taller, with tan skin and shaggy red hair. The teen wore brown, leather pants like his own and a green shirt. On the teen's head was a green paperboy's cap that had a single red feather in it and he wore no shoes. The new teen smiled at him.

"You looked cold," he grinned, putting his hands in his pockets. "My name's Pan, Peter Pan."

"You can see me," Jack breathed.

Peter chuckled. "Of course," he replied easily, "You're the only one up here."

Jack froze, then looked down disheartened. "Then I'm hallucinating," he said softly.

Peter quickly floated over to stand next to him. "I didn't mean it like that," he assured. "I'm as real as you are."

Jack didn't reply and Peter spoke again. "What's your name?" he asked.

Jack glanced at him from under his bangs. "Jack," he finally whispered. "Jack Frost."

Peter's eyes lit up. "The snow hopper!" he cheered and Jack jumped, looking at him in shock, "I've been looking for you for years!"

Jack frowned. "Looking for me?" he asked quietly in confusion.

Peter grinned. "Let me explain," he siad, "My name is Peter Pan and I'm the Guardian of Lost Children. Its my job to find kids who have lost their way and to help them find their homes."

Jack's frowned deepened. "Am I… am I a lost child?" he asked, not quite understanding.

Peter nodded. "I've got workers all over the world who tell me where the kids are and then I guide them to Neverland. You were marked nearly two decades ago," he said.

"Neverland?" Jack repeated.

Peter gripped Jack's shoulder and turned him sharply while pointing at the moon. "My home! Second star to the right and straight on til morning!" he said. "That's where we'll go!"

Jack stared at the two bright stars. "You're taking me there…?" he wondered.

Peter hummed in reply and jumped from the Big Ben, floating in front of Jack. "Come on," he said, holding his hand out.

Jack stared before slowly he reached out as well. What Jack didn't know was that this was going to be the best decision he'd ever made. That he would gain a family and friends, and have some of his greatest memories created with this teen.

This was the start of something great.

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That was weak… But I ship PeterJack so okay~ whatevs~!

Ja ne~!