You're Never Alone:

Chapter 1: It's Not My Fault! Is It?

Flash-back:

"Jack how... why?" Tooth asked, she looked confused, angry, "You of all people."

"I..." Jack started, his eyes filled with guilt.

"You put an entire town under snow, harming three children." North said. Jack looked down, he had tried to stop it, honestly he did.

"I knew this would happen!" Bunny said, "We never should have trusted you! You good-for-nothing, selfish traitor." Bunny looked furious, his green eyes glimmering with anger.

"It wasn't my. . ." Jack started, but got cut off.

"Wasn't your fault?" Bunny asked, "Then who's was it? Who else can make a storm appear out of no where?"

"You're no guardian, Jack Frost." North said. Jack swallowed, and then ran out of the room, as much as he wanted to believe it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help the terrible thought that it was. After all, he was the one who had the stupid staff, and angered the other spirits. He took a deep breath at the entrance to North's palace/workshop. He looked down at his staff. Then he made his decision, go to the South Pole. The wind picked him up, and took him to Antarctica.

...

North took a deep breath. It's been a couple hours, and as his anger diminished, his guilt and worry replaced it. Sure, Jack had made a mistake, and a big one at that, but was it fair to accuse him so bitterly. He was still a child, and still learning how to control his powers.

Sandy was flying around nervously. Though he felt a bit angry at first, not nearly as much as the others though, he understood Jack didn't really have that much control over his powers. He was too young, to control weather powers you'd need a lot more than three centuries of practice, maybe five, but not three.

Bunnymund was sitting by the window. Looking out now and then for signs of Jack. He felt guilty, sure, but he was still a bit mad. He really thought Jack would've learned something by now. He's had three centuries after all, but as another hour passed, he felt worried, all pride and anger vanished, and replaced by worry. He was sure he'd be back by now, that he'd just pout for a few hours and then come back.

Tooth was worst of all. She had felt worried, guilty, sad, and a bunch of other things as soon as she saw Jack run out. The poor boy. With each hour that passed she felt more and more worried. She started flying back and forth as if pacing. She remembered the look of total pain, and guilt on the Winter Spirit's face. She remembered the terrified look in his eyes, like his worst fear was coming true. Tooth's wings seemed to stop working as pictures of Jack's pained face flashed across her mind, and a terrible feeling filled her heart as she realized Jack wasn't coming back any time soon. For the first time in a long while, the Tooth Fairy felt her feet touch solid ground.

...

Jack looked down at his staff, and then out of pure hatred for his powers, snapped it in half. The terrible feeling like someone just hit him in the stomach. The same feeling when Pitch broke his staff. He fell on the ground, and as fast as it came the feeling was gone. Jack looked at his broken staff, at least now he couldn't hurt anyone. He looked at the cave he'd landed by, and went inside. He laid down in a corner, and for some reason sleep came easily to him.

Outside, a silhouette of a girl appeared on the walls. The girl took the two broken pieces of the staff.

My First Fan-fic here. I watched the movie, and I loved it, it's seriously my favorite now. Sorry some characters are a bit Out Of Character. Please Review, I'd really appreciate it.