Surprise! This little buddy might actually have a plot! It's a little murky, though, so I might have to reconsider. I'll see how the response is ;) Anyway, this is the product of tumblr giving my a zillion platonic feels for Jamie and Jack. I don't own Rise of the Guardians. Which is good for you guys, trust me.

They were little things. Things that could have an explanation if you stretched the laws of nature far enough. Sled rides that went out of control but ended with no harm. Finding a chore already done. Snowball fights that seemed to start themselves, and wind that had a mind of its own whenever they were carrying important papers. Most people would have shaken their heads and laughed it off, or blamed forgetfulness and superstition.

But Jamie Bennet knew for a fact that the blue knitted scarf jammed under his windowsill had been lost in the wind three days prior. And he had no explanation for it.

"Mom," he yelled. "Found my scarf!"

"That's great, honey," she called back. "Now get going! Sophie's already heading out the door."

Jamie cursed lightly under his breath, scrambling around his room to gather what he needed for school. Trigonometry homework? Check. Lunch money? Check. Ungodly stack of textbooks? Double check.

Finally, Jamie turned back to the window and opened it, tugging his scarf free. A blast of cold air invaded his room, and he shuddered as a single pure white snowflake landed on the bridge of his nose.

He blinked, and for a split second, a strange feeling came over him. It was safety and well being, fellowship and protection. And even more fleetingly was a vision outside his bedroom window. A face full of concern and fun, an impish smile ghosting around the corners of its lips. It was so familiar...

But then the snow had melted, and the feeling was gone. Jamie shrugged. Another mystery he would never solve, he guessed. He took the stairs two at a time, grabbed a hot bagel off the table, kissed his mother's cheek, and bolted after his sister. "Soph! Hold up!"

Sophie sighed, pocketing her cell phone, and turned to wait for Jamie with a great roll of her eyes. "Well, look who finally decided to wake up."

Jamie tied off his scarf and tightened it snugly to cover the exposed hollow of his throat. "Hey, just because I don't get up at dawn like some people to spend an hour on my hair-"

"Shut it, Jamie."

"-so I can impress Kyle-"

"James Bennet, I swear to God."

"And stare into his dreamy eyes all during English-"

Splat! Jamie sputtered and gasped, wiping the frozen snow from his face. Sophie dusted off her hands, a smug grin breaking through. "I warned you," she reminded him. "That's what you get."

"Oh, no," Jamie grinned. "You did not just start a snow fight with the master." He gathered up a mound of snow big enough to top a snowman. "That precious flat iron of yours is going to have fun working this out!"

Sophie squealed and ran for the bus stop. "No!" By the time Jamie caught up with her, he had mercifully dropped the snow, and settled for tackling her in a hug before boarding the bus with the other kids waiting.

As he settled into a window seat, Jamie found himself studying the intricate patterns of frost on the glass. There was that feeling again. The snowflake feeling that he'd experienced every winter since he could remember. What was it?

"You wanna go sledding later?" He asked suddenly. "Just you and me."

Sophie was still laughing, but managed to give him a thumbs up before her friends ushered her to their usual bench near the back.

Jamie heard them giggling on the way back, probably about his out-of-nowhere request. Honestly, what kind of seventeen year old asked his little sister to go sledding with him? But as Jamie stared through the glaze of ice, he thought that whatever face he kept seeing was happy with him.

Well, I do wonder what will happen on this sledding trip. What's that? It doesn't seem like Jamie remembers Jack?! Why, that's simply horrible! Something must be done to correct this travesty. In part two, dear reader. In part two.

Signed,

Moony/Maya Koppori