Jack Frost was not used to being wanted.
No. Jack Frost was an independent, trouble-making boy. Jack Frost did not need family. These are the words that race circles in his head as he sits in North's workshop. No, Jack Frost did not need family.
There is a first time for everything though, right? Jack shook his head, not wanting to face the internal battle surely waiting for him back at the Lake. His Lake. North's workshop wasn't home. Still somewhere, in his warm heart that beats in an all cold body, prayed for the day North would offer.
Still, what an unlikely option. Running a hand through his snow white hair, the snow/ice wolf, which had been his companion for at least two months rested its muzzle on Jack's lap, whimpering slightly in its plea for attention.
Jack smiled and ruffled the snow/white fur as icy eyes stared at him lovingly. The wolf's name was Ice Shard, or Icy for short. North had been skeptical of this wolf, but when he had seen how big a sissy he was, all that changed in the blink of an eye.
"Jack Frost!" North bellowed making Jack flinch a little as a unwanted memory bubbled in the pit of his stomach, not wanting to fully surface as he ground his teeth together, the wolf growled, sensing Jack tense, Icy's ears flattened as he searched the room for any danger, but ultimately relaxed when North stomped through the frosted oak doors leading to the globe room.
Jack smiled, fake it was, but North wouldn't notice.
He hadn't noticed for 300 years, so that must mean that Jack was improving with his happy smile, his mask that he wore in the cruel, burning light of day the forced him to watch as flashbacks rolled through his mind on slow, rickety wheels.
The other Guardians were supposed to be coming tonight, and he was actually starting to feel joy, but it quickly ebbed away as a splitting headache pounded his skull. He rubbed his temples, a frown playing with his thin lips as his snowy white skin crinkled under rough fingers.
North smiled merrily, filling Jack with the barest hint of warmth that played teasingly, cruelly with the edge of his soul, then flitted away. Jack smiled back half way, his eyes flickered up to North's towering form as he resumed petting Ice Shard's fur.
"Yes, North?" The Russian smiled happily. He reached out and pounded Jack on the back, making him flinch the slightest. North rambled on about the get-together, saying stuff that Jack couldn't make out as he lead him to a washroom and boomed something that sounded like-"Clean up, we have a party tonight, ze guests will be z'here soon!" Shutting the door on North's frantically fading shilloutte, he chuckled despite himself as he eyed the tub warily, Icy snorted from outside and howled something that must've been a protest.
Jack laughed but kept the door secured tightly, slipping of his sweatshirt delicately as to not irritate the old scars, and new wounds found on his back. He had been reluctant to tell North of the new wounds. The old wounds lining up on his back like nightmares. Jack's nightmares which harmed him physically in real life.
Feeling tears well in his snowflake eyes, he assessed his state.
And, by the Man in the Moon, was he in for one hell of a lecture, fussing, scolding, and temperamental Bunnymundwhen, and if North or any of the Guardians saw what he was seeing with his own eyes...
But by morning it would be to late...
I hoped you liked! This is my first story as an author on Fanfiction! I love Jack, and think of him as a broken teen who just wants a family. I wanted to go deeper into Jack's past human life, and why Jack is the way he is! I hoped you liked! I will be posting the second chapter on the 10th! Oh and the ittalic words up there, and by morning it would be to late?-those are lyrics from the song!
By-catch ya l8tr! :)
-Izzi