Memories

He sat by the windowsill of a particular bedroom, a lingering smile on his face. The white-haired boy twirled the staff in his hands, making the snow fall gently onto the children's unsuspecting heads, squealing with delight. The emptiness in his heart had long vanished, with a only a tiny speck of loneliness that still remained, and would probably be there for his eternal life.

His long-lost family.

"Jane!"

The ringing in his ears resounded and he winced, even though the laughter of the children beneath him made there no reason for that reaction.

"Let's play a game of hopscotch like we always do!"

Rubbing the back of his head at the distant memory, Jack didn't notice a fluttering of wings next to him, casting him worried glances.

"You're lying! You always play tricks!" She had accused him, albeit rather cutely while he maintained a strong front for his only little sister.

"One, two… three!" Landing on safe ground, he looked up to see the half-relieved, half-terrified face of Jane, her skates trembling on the bare, thin, ice.

"Now it's your turn." A little convinced, the small girl bravely took a few steps forward, and the tiny cracking of the ice frightened her to almost paralysis but nonetheless continued.

He reached out with the curved part of his staff, hooking her in just in time. Jack was now in very thin ice.

There was a loud, deafening crack.

"JACK!" Her scream seemed to never reach his ears, as he could feel the darkness overwhelm him, slowly but surely. The never-ending sinking blanked out his mind, just when his memory faded to nothings.

"Jack!" Someone was shaking his shoulders as he opened his eyes to see the tooth fairy staring intensely at him. Obviously he had fallen asleep again.

The same old dream.

"Oh, it's you." He said rather lamely, blinking a few times to get back his vision. His back felt sore from carelessly sleeping at the windowsill. And he was quite certain Tooth would chide him for that.

Instead, she peered closely at him, her face so close that he could feel her breathing. It was warm – though anything not close to the temperature of ice and snow was definitely warm to him.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing him nod carefully, she folded her arms, floating in the air with a glum expression on her face. Jack's nonchalant manner affected her; usually he was so full of mischief and playfulness, as well as tinges of sarcasm, though towards her he rarely released any of those remarks.

Guiltiness pricked his heart as he pulled her hand and dragged her back to North's place. She made no comment, unusual from her chatter, but simply followed Frost.

"Was it about your memory?" She guessed, judging from his pained expression, she was right. Shrugging like it was no big business, he said quietly,

"I wonder how she felt… after I…" Before he could finish that sentence, Tooth ruffled his hair, giving him a back hug as she was just flying behind him.

"If you can't change your memories, so why not make new ones?" Her tinkling laugh made him chuckle, as he hugged her impulsively. She was still very much warm.

All of a sudden, the rest of the guardians appeared. Bunnymund rolled his eyes, keeping a stoic stance.

"Don't think we're here because we care." Bunnymund shifted his weight from right to left, huffing.

Sandy made a peace sign, tipping his hat towards Jack which made him grin wider.

"New memories huh…" Raising an eyebrow, he sprang away and aimed a perfect shot at North. The snowball took a direct hit, splattering the wetness over his beard. Roaring in mock fury, he made another snowball, only to have it miss and hit Bunnymund squarely on the face.

"Hey why don't you ever throw at Tooth…!"

"FAVOURITISM!"

"Oh shut up, just shut up."

Jack gave one of his childish smiles. He had a whole life fun waiting just ahead

I just watched Rise of the Guardians today, I still can't believe how awesome it is. Hope you liked my take on the story:) I thought of how Jack might have been after knowing his true memories and all.

If possible, I'd like to hear you comments on this! xx