A sequel to 'Old Scars Could Heal' due to popular demand. But you don't really have to read it to understand this one, it's stand alone, you'll understand this one perfectly fine.

And this is a series of oneshots.

Summary for this chapter: Jack accidentally destroys half of the preparations for Christmas. North is taken over by range and says some horrible things. Once he realized what he has done and tries to apologize, it was too late, Jack has already left the place he called home.

"Add more shape to roof," North enthused, towering over Jack who sat on the workbench sculpting a train out of a block of ice. "Like this?" Jack looked up at him, asking for his opinion. "Beautiful, now for wheels," the toymaker held Jack's wrist and guided him in the shaping of the wheel's structure, like a father teaching his son.

"Beautiful! You're natural!" North clapped his big hand on his back. "Well you helped, couldn't have done it myself," the hellion added.

North has taught Jack how to make one of his classic favorite toy trains out of ice.

Jack recently taken interest on sculpting prototype toy models ever since he started living at the pole, he visited North's work area every day, watching him make toys and all kinds figurines, not long after, he started sculpting himself, and North taught him every step of the way.

North was happy that someone had the same interest as him, he tried to invite the other guardians to sculpt with him but neither of them wanted to, Bunny said no immediately, Tooth made teeth out of ice and Sandy only dropped by his workshop for a nap.

North added a shelf by the window to hold a small collection of Jack's work. He never felt so much pride before, he stands as the fatherly figure of the mischievous child, and he was proud of him, no matter how much trouble he causes, he was proud to be his father.

The jolly man once imagined himself a few hundred years from now, doing the same thing he is doing right now. He hoped he would have a son, build a family and become a father. But as years came, he started to loose hope. But now he was reminded that nothing was impossible, and Jack was like the gift from Manny, and the best gift he could ever receive.

But he never told Jack about it, he couldn't imagine what the winter spirit might think if he found out that good old Santa Clause wants to be his father. He had to admit, he did not know how to have fun, he isn't good with children either, Jack had proven that in Bunny's Warren.

At least he had nothing to be concerned about. Jack was an immortal, like him, himself; he didn't have to worry about loosing him.

"Hey, hey North!" Jack broke his chain of thoughts, waving his wooden staff in front of him.

"Yes?" North diverted his attention from the floor to Jack standing in front of him.

"Maybe I should get going; I guess you got a lot of work to do," he stated hugging his staff.

"Oh! Almost forgot, today I have to check toys," the bearded man boomed and started to chuckle.

"Yeah, so I'll come back later," Jack slipped out the door.

Then the atmosphere fell silent again, North sat alone behind his desk. He sighed, he always felt empty when Jack isn't around. He pushed back his seat and slowly got up, it was time to see how the elves and yetis were doing.

Honestly when Jack said he would leave, he really didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to disturb North in his big preparation for Christmas.

Now he didn't know where else to go or what else to do for the rest of the day. Staying in his room was out of the question, he couldn't stand being cramped in a room all day, visiting the others wouldn't help, Bunny was most likely annoyed of him, Tooth was busy everyday, and Sandy was somewhere high up in the clouds.

He swung open the door of his room, he would just visit Jamie back in Burgess, maybe have a little snow ball fight, he hasn't seen the child in months.

Right now, he just laid back to take a short nap.

What was supposed to be a short nap turned into a deep sleep. The gentle whir of the wind that escaped the wide open windows awoke Jack

He was supposed to visit Jamie.

He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes groggily, he stretched his limbs, grabbing his staff, he pried open the door, with the old hinges immediately protesting.

The halls were relatively quiet, not even the pitter patter of elf's foot steps could be heard anywhere. North was most likely done in checking the Christmas toys, since he couldn't hear his booming voice around.

Judging by the color of the sky, he could tell it was already late, and Jamie probably had gone home from school, which s the right time to attack him with snowballs.

He made his way to the stairs and slid down the railing.

Even the man hall was quiet; Phil was the only yeti in sight, sitting in front of the fire place.

Jack's instincts were kicking in; he had this sudden urge to toss a snowball at his face before leaving.

Which he did

He will never get tired of the priceless expression the yeti always wore whenever he was hit by a ball of ice.

And then the chasse began, the whole Santoff Claussen was their field.

He was just going to throw a snowball at the yeti and run like he usually does everyday. Who knew Phil would chase him, perhaps the yeti wants to have fun as well.

With his adrenaline pumping up, Jack lost track of where he was going, the North Pole suddenly seemed like a new place for him, he took random turns with Phil hot on his trail. He spun around a pillar a couple of time trying to make the yeti dizzy, but still Phil remained chasing him. Jack was hovering in the air, giving him a big advantage as he whooped in circles gathering more gusts of wind from the open windows and into the pole, Phil was behind, he couldn't keep up with the wind blocking his path, still he kept on trying, he laughed with full mirth.

Laugh. It was the first time the hellion saw Phil laughing while chasing him, that yeti is more amusing than he thought it would be.

As they ran, Jack and Phil did not notice that they were partly destroying the North Pole.

Trays of toys of cracked toys scatter on the floor. Freshly painted robots were coated in Phil's fur. The strong wind knocked everything down, and trails of Frost were left everywhere.

Yet Phil and Jack were to busy playing to notice.

North heard the commotion going on outside, still he didn't bother to see what was going on. These days, Jack always caused all the ruckus around here, he was already used to it, he would even watch the teen play with the yetis.

It was until a distressed elf came pointing panicky at the door way. North instantly shot up, what if Jack had gotten himself hurt. That was all he cared, and did not expect to see anything else.

But what came to his surprise was everything he saw right in front of him. The elves here lined up in front of the fallen shelves of toys, some were sweeping the shattered glass away, everything was knocked down like dominoes and worst of all, there weren't any toys in one piece in plane sight.

Half of the preparations of Christmas were destroyed….

It took half a year to prepare and it was all gone….

And only one person could have done this much….

North felt his range bubbling inside him, he couldn't think straight anymore, "JACK!" he shouted loud enough for every being to hear.

Jack flinched once he heard North's voice echoed the pole. Phil finally stop chasing him, Jack got ready to bolt, that was the only time he got to see how much damage he's made, "What did I do?" he said in shock as he glanced around wildly. Everything, everything was destroyed.

He ended up face to face with North, "I'm sorry," he tried to apologize, "I was just….just," he trailed off staring at the ground.

Phil came to his defenses but North cut him off, "NO! Apology is not enough to cover this! Do you realize what you have done?"

"But-"

"You destroyed half a year of hard work! Preparation!" North continued, "to you, it iz nothing! All you ever think about is trouble!"

Jack's heart was caught in his throat; every word seemed like daggers stabbing him.

North kept going, "all you ever cause is trouble, you have no purpose"

Stop it North tried but anger has taken over him, "You are guardian, yet you never take anything seriously, I wonder why Manny even thought of choosing you!"

Jack felt tears prickle his eyes, North was right, why did Manny even choose him, why did he put him in such a cruel world.

North lashed open the doors and walked away. Jack was frozen; he couldn't believe how much trouble he had caused.

And he couldn't believe North, he never seen him so angry like that in his life before. But he did ruin everything, he ruined Christmas, he caused nothing but trouble.

Who was he to think that the guardians will ever accept him? He was just an addition, a refuge, all he did was mischief, pranks and trouble, he couldn't help at anything, he was useless, he wasn't supposed to be a guardian. He would never get a family, no matter how much he wanted one. He was destined to be alone.

The most painful part was that north said it all, the very man he trusted, the only one Jack thought would accept him as a son, but it was only his imagination, it was too good to be true.

Phil spoke in yetish, asking the hellion if he was okay. Jack finally let his tears fall, he ignored Phil's grunts and threw open the window, running as far away as the wind could carry him.

At least he still had the wind with him.

Jack was falling….

Tumbling through the sky like a feather…

The fall seemed endless, like he was plunging down an abyss, yet he still remained unmoving. He wanted to die, he didn't care any more, what else could he live for?

But the wind didn't want that, it quickly flung Jack to a tree just as he was inches away from the ground, breaking his fall, yet it still knocked all the air out of him once his back collided with the cold hard floor.

He was in the middle of a misty dark forest in Australia, far away from the North Pole yet he still felt like he needed to run away.

He gathered himself together and began to sprint.

He ran and ran, as if running could make all his problems go away. He terribly wished it could.

The bare branches of the trees loomed over him, which made him run faster.

The forest was no longer a safe place for him; it was no longer his home like it used to be. The North Pole had become his haven, but he was a burden to North, and he is nothing but destruction.

The thick mist blinded his vision, he didn't care, he just kept running. He suddenly felt the ground beneath him disappear, and he found himself falling again.

Worry welled up inside him. That was the only time North realized how terrible the words he said to Jack were. It wasn't plane anger, it was range, he couldn't think, he didn't even know what he was saying.

He desperately needed to apologize to Jack, he could feel concern in his belly, the only question is, will Jack ever forgive him?

The boy was like a son to him, he couldn't risk loosing him. North's expression enlightened and he wiped the beading sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He didn't care if Christmas would go on or not, he just wanted his son back.

Hurriedly, he threw open the doors and marched to the hallways.

The yetis were cleaning up, sweeping away the broken glass and lifting the fallen shelves upright. The elves were picking up all the undamaged toys, but Jack was not in sight.

North ran to Phil, who sat dazed in the middle of the room, "where is Jack?" he asked him worriedly.

Phil sadly pointed at the open window. Jack flew off again, just like Easter. North had no choice but to wait for him to come back, if he ever was coming back.

The yetis were in and out of the pole, they kept slamming and opening the doors, North would always check whether it was Jack or not. His worry had increased even more; Jack wasn't safe out there, even if he did spend 300 years of his life alone, he was over protective. What he was worrying about the most is that Jack may never come back to him anymore. He sent Phil to Burgess to look for the boy, but he came back empty handed.

North felt like ripping Santoff Claussen brick by brick, he already checked everywhere, Jacks room, the kitchen, Burgess, his lake, the South Pole. The world was a huge place, it was impossible for the search parties to cover up the whole land. Yet North didn't give up, he was determined to find Jack no matter how long it takes, he just hope it would be soon, he couldn't control his worry any longer.

After years of starring at blank sunsets with hope, asking the moon questions that could never be answered and thinking that everything could change, he was back to living his life alone again.

Tumbling down a long and dusty tunnel, Jack didn't know what could happen next, he didn't even bother to do anything or move a muscle, he just clutched his staff tightly to his chest and braced himself for impact.

Instead of hitting the ground, tumbled out of the tunnel and landed on a soft patch of damp green grass. His hair was matted with dirt, loosing its silvery white color. His hoodie had twigs spiking out of it. His eyes were tightly screwed shut with his staff clutched tightly to his chest.

He forced his eyes open, the sudden bright light stung his irises, his vision was clouded but he could tell he was surrounded by grass. It was the Warren; he could hear Bunny's gruff voice shouting his name. He scrambled to his feet; for sure Bunny already knew what happened in Santoff Claussen, the guardians are always in touched, they know each other's recent happenings, unlike him, the outsider. If North was capable of saying those words, Bunny could do worse.

"Oi, better not come here to mess with ma eggs mate!" Bunny hopped to him, his expression softened once he saw the fear in Jack's stale eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted and backed away from the furry creature.

"Oi, what are ya talkin' about? What are ya supposed to be sorry for?" Bunny asked softly.

The boy was practically backed up against a tree, his chest heaving up and down unevenly.

"Oi what's wrong?" Bunny tried to land a hand on the hellion's shoulder only causing him to back away more.

"The-I…destroyed…the preparations for Christmas." He stammered still trying to scramble away.

"Hey, hey!" Bunny grasped him on both sides of his shoulder, "relax"

"I'm not a guardian; I make a mess out of everything."

Bunny was shocked, "has something gotten into ya little head, mate?"

"North….he…he was right." Jack's voice quivered.

"What are ya talkin' about ya drongo? And what's this about North…wait a minute, he said all those stuff?" Bunny's eyes were wide in shock as Jack nodded solemnly, "it's true" the last words broke into a whisper.

"What?" the Pooka snapped, gripping his boomerangs tightly. North, the only person who seemed to care deeply about Jack said some terrible things just because his set of toys were destroyed.

Then again, he was upset when Jack first ruined Easter, but that was before he became a guardian, and before he considered him as a frie…ally.

He wouldn't admit it, but that kid was growing on him.

"Look Frost, I…" he trailed off not knowing where to start, he didn't want it to be sappy, he knew Jack, he was gonna make fun of him for the rest of his life if he said something sappy.

"Frost, your center is fun, your meant to destroy things." He paused, Jack did not speak. Bunny realized it wasn't making him feel better at all. He inhaled deeply, "Jack" he called him by his name. "I know I haven't exactly been nice to you lately, and, as much as I hate to admit it but ya are important to us, and we're a family now, you'll always be a guardian. And everybody makes mistakes; I should have known that back on Blizzard 68. we ignored ya for so long, I didn't take time to realize that you just wanted attention from us."

Jack looked up at him, eyes gleaming, a smile forming on his lips.

"Look Jack, I'm sorry for not trustin' ya last Easter and making ya stay in the North Pole for the whole day, I should have thought twice about it. I just hope ya understand, we guardians are so sucked up with work that we tend ta forget." Bunny smiled, "That Family is the most important. The same thing happened to North."

"I understand," Jack murmured, "But, he was right, I am nothing but trouble."

"In a good way," Bunny added. "You brought us a lot of joy ever since you joined us, especially North, you don't know how happy he is with you livin' in Santoff Claussen, so you better get back."

"But what if he's still mad? I know he's still mad, I made the place havoc." Jack stared at the floor.

"Then I'll go have a chat with him, you stay here and clean yourself up, how does that sound?"

The winter spirit nodded beaming brightly, he knew that some day he was going to hear those words, he just didn't expect it would be coming from Bunny.

The Warren was bigger than he thought. Bunny led him to a small cottage, probably where he sleeps at night.

It was nothing much, entirely made of wood with a small chimney sitting on top of the moss covered roof.

But there were A LOT of carrots around; then again, this was Bunny we were talking about.

"Well, make yourself at home mate; I'm headin' to the Pole." Bunny raised a foot to open a hole.

"Uh Bunny wait!"

"What is it?" the pooka stuck his head out from the hole.

Jack was grinning mischievously, which was a good sign, "you do care"

Bunny cracked a smile and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah" then the hole disappeared.

Jack sighed, he managed to suppress a smile, but deep inside him, his heart felt like it was shattered in bits. He can't stand North mad at him, he was like his father, the one thing he truly desires after he got his memories back. He was the only guardian who had the most faith in him, he was the one who accepted him immediately, and he didn't want to change that.

His home was Burgess, but now whenever he requested the wind to take him 'home' it would always find himself in the North Pole. It was his haven, even the wind knew that.

North was his father, and the other guardians were his new family.

He thought back on what Bunny said, he needed to get back to the Pole for he didn't want North to be worrying. The man tended to fuss over him a lot.

Jack reached in his pocket and brought out his wooden doll, clutching it tightly in his palms, "wind take me home."

Not long, Bunny's tunnel finally reached it's end. He poked his ears out first and heard North's booming voice commanding the yetis, probably to fix the toy wreckage. Bunny pulled himself out and the tunnel disappeared. He walked closer to discover that North was actually sending the yetis away to other countries as a search party for Jack.

"Oi mate," Bunny tapped him in the shoulder.

"WHAT IZ IT!" North snapped, whipping around, "oh Bunny! It's you! Where iz Jack!? Iz he here? Have you seen him?" he man grabbed him by the shoulders and proceeded to throw questions at him while shaking the poor dizzy Bunny.

"STOP!" Bunny yelled hopped a few feet away from North, "he's in my warren."

North gave a big sigh of relief, "oh, I thought he was hurt! I could have had a heart attack."

"He's been alone for years, he can take care of himself mate."

"Iz he here? I have a big apology for him; I shouldn't have said those horrible things." North stared at the ground.

"Yeah, he knows that, you didn't mean it, but he's afraid of you mate." Bunny said ruely

"Has he told you when he's coming back?"

"I don't-" Bunny was cut off b y the lashing open of the windows and Jack landing in the room.

"Jack!" North cried out with pure joy. Jack warily drew closer.

"Please stop storming off all the time; you nearly gave me a heart attack!" North was easily able to pick the boy up into an embrace. "Please forgive me; I did not know what I was saying."

"Yeah, it's okay," Jack thought his ribcage was about to give away as he tried to squirm away from North's bear hug. "North..." he choked out, "I can't breath."

The Russian man set him down immediately and looked him in the eye, "will you ever forgive me? I was angry, and I did not know what I was saying, and I don't know why I said those, but whatever is reason, I did not mean any of it."

"Um...I already did, this is my home now." Jack rubbed is neck and smiled.

North returned the smile, patting him on the back, "Whatever happens, this is your home, forever."

Bunny silently watched the two with mirth. It's amazing how they are able to switch moods so quickly.

And when Ombric the wizard finally came to visit his old student after 300 years of not seeing him, this is how North introduced Jack:

"Ombric, this is my son, Jack Frost." He said it proudly and with pure pride.

That left Ombric with a ton of questions.

What? Too sappy? XD

This was published recently, but I accidentally deleted it while I was deleting my other stories XD I confused the titles, so here it is again!

Ombric is a book character in case you don't know. And if I'm not mistaken, he is North's mentor when he was young.

So that is the end for this chapter, any special request like before? I haven't completed this story yet, cause I still have few ideas up in mind.

Leave a review, I would love to hear about what YOU guys think. And feel free to request :D and tell me if it was too sappy while your at it.