A/N: Okay, explanation time. This was originally a part of a larger story, the first draft of my ROTG OC one in fact. I've decided not to include that in the end story, but I thought I'd just release it to the public. This scene is immediately after fourteen-year-old Sophie just told Jack that Jamie has died in a car accident caused by ice on the road. So without further adieu...
Loss of a Believer
I scream into the wind, letting all of my sadness and anger out. The wind's the only one I ever do that around; the wind's the only one I'm ever around, the wind and…and Jamie. Why am I sad, and angry? One simple fact, really: I've lost a believer. The first one to see me, to look me in the eyes and call me by my name.
Jamie's dead.
He never stopped believing in me. It's been ten years since he first saw me, he was eighteen years old, technically an adult, and he never wavered. The others stuck with me for a few years, but all of them eventually drifted away. Jamie never did; he could always see me.
I feel tears welling up, and I let them spill down my cheeks. For just this once. For Jamie. He would always listen, he would always cheer me up when I was depressed, hug me when my tears froze to my cheeks.
That. Freaking. Car accident.
I look at the moon and almost allow it's light to comfort me when I realize something-the moon saved me. I was dead and he brought me back. He could have saved Jamie.
But he didn't.
"W-why?" I demand. "Why not him?" My words grow louder and louder until I'm shouting, screaming at the moon so loudly that my throat hurts. "YOU WERE PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF SAVING HIM! YOU SAVED ME!" My voice cracks. "I HATE YOU! YOU AND YOUR GAMES, YOUR MASTER PLANS!"
I point my staff at the moon as if it were a shotgun (the curved end being the handle and the straight end being the part the bullet comes out) and aim a few shots of ice at it. As always, even though I have perfect aim, none of my shots ever hit it. Jamie explained to me once that it was because the moon is really thousands of miles away from Earth…
I stop shooting, my tears frozen to my face, my entire body trembling and not wanting to move. My thoughts are as frozen as the ice; I think I'm still in shock.
"IF YOU'RE STILL THERE, IF YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS DOWN HERE, GIVE ME A SIGN! I DON'T WANT THIS BLIND FAITH ANYMORE!" The words are leaving my mouth, and I can hear them, can almost see them hanging in the cold air, but I don't know how they got there. Once they've left my mouth, though, I realize that that's one of the reasons I've been so upset, even before Jamie's…Jamie's death.
When I became a Guardian, I thought things would be different with me and MiM. I thought he would talk to me, give me direction. I thought things would change. But really, nothing as changed. I'm still as lost, still as alone, still as unseen.
Nothing has changed.
"Please," I plead quietly. "Just make it stop. Make it…make it end."
Silence the same silence that haunted me for three hundred years. And loneliness, too. I thought I'd left both of those things behind when I met the Guardians and Jamie. But the Guardians are busy, and I doubt they'd understand anyways; they've always been seen, known, loved.
And Jamie…well, he's gone. Forever.
"Goodbye," I whisper, the thumping of my ice-cold heart beating loudly and painfully against the frigid silence. "Goodbye, Jamie."
A/N: Poor Jack...*sniffle* why did I ever write this in the first place? This will probably continue as a two-or-three-shot story about Jack getting over Jamie's death...I'm currently working on the second chapter, actually. Thanks so much for reading, and please review!