HI GUYZ! Thank u so much for following, favoriting, and reviewing my first story "Sparks Fly". I hope u like this one too! NOTE: This has a sex scene already in later chapters, so pls give me tips! I only learned by reading other fanfics... hehe XD

Chapter 1: Return

Jamie was done for the night; he put on his clothes and said goodbye to the manager who was lounging the night away in his office.

'Probably getting a lap dance from Dan again,' Jamie thought with an eye-roll.

He pushed open the exit door that led to the back alley of the strip club he worked at. He bundled the coat around him tighter.

'Jack,' the thought popped into his head.

No, not him again… Jamie shook his head to rid his mind of the memories, and the tears, that would surely follow.

It has been eight years since Jack Frost and the other Guardians defeated Pitch and restored the children's belief in them. Jamie was ten years old then, yet when Pitch attacked the Guardians in their weakened state, he understood how dire the situation was. So he called his friends and asked them to believe, to give the Guardians enough power to vanquish the Nightmare King for good.

Jamie could still remember that night like it was yesterday; the snow was falling gently, while the Moon shone brightly, illuminating the Guardians and Jamie in an ethereal glow. Jamie could still remember Jack patting him affectionately, telling him that in his own way, he was being a Guardian, too. And Jamie could still remember Jack's scent when he hugged him: freshly fallen snow… minty and cool.

However, much to Jamie's disappointment, Jack was nowhere to be found after Pitch's defeat. And even though Jamie was left with the adventure-of-a-lifetime, he slowly found himself questioning his belief in the Guardians overtime. But Jamie would always answer to his doubt, 'So Jack wasn't real? His touch, his smell… they were nothing but a dream?'

Yeah, that usually scared the doubt right of him.

It was two years after the Bogeyman's defeat when Jamie started to develop a crush on the winter sprite. Jamie was 12 years old, so he was beginning to grasp the concept of hormones and where babies come from… albeit from a limited perspective.

Now, Jamie was walking through the back alley of the strip club he worked at, when he felt the wind pick up, and suddenly he heard footsteps behind him.

"Crap," Jamie cursed under his breath. He turned around. He saw the familiar streak of red hair walking towards him.

"Hello Marcus…" Jamie said, his voice steady, though his eyes kept darting around, trying to find something to defend himself from the rapist that prowled the back alleys of the strip clubs around the 2024 not-so-quaint town of Burgess.

"Jamie," Marcus purred, licking his lips involuntarily. Jamie was delicious; he always had a look of innocence that people like Marcus spent pleasurable time corrupting.

Jamie bolted; running for the end of the alley, legs pounding on cement as he tried to not focus on the fact that a rapist was following him.

He was close, the end was in view, the town had grown a lot and it was only 11:30 in Christmas Eve, so a fair amount of people were still roaming the streets.

Then he tripped.

"Argh!" Jamie cried, falling and, luckily, only spraining an ankle.

"Where do you think you're going, Jamie?" the rapist purred. He straddled Jamie and pinned the boy's struggling hands above him. He licked the boy's ears and whispered huskily, "Time for some fun,"

Jamie blanched, the man smelled like garbage. There was no way he would do it with this… pig!

Just as Jamie was preparing to headbutt the vagrant, the wind picked up, carrying newspapers and garbage to barrage the rapist, who removed his hands from Jamie's. Jamie immediately stood up and watched as Marcus was barraged by trash, and ultimately a pile of snow, that landed on top of him.

Jamie glanced up, and wonder of wonders, Jack Frost sat grinning like an idiot.

"You rang?" he said, eyes sparkling mischievously.

To this, Jamie's glance turned into a glare as he walked away, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaving behind a very confused, and very hurt, Jack Frost.

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