(A/N This is my first time writing slash so pretty please tell me how it is. This is going to be pretty fluffy, and an ongoing thingy so yeah I want at least 3 reviews for another chapter but more will give you more chapters. ~ Morgan)


Jamie sat on the edge of his bed, doodling aimlessly in his sketchbook. He looked down as his tongue darted past his lips, and his pencil danced across the paper. "Another day, another sketch of Jack." He muttered, looking at the drawing. "It's been five years, Jack." He put down the sketchbook and buried his head in his hands, elbows resting against his knees. "Where are you?" The hot tears slid down his face, dripping off of his cheeks and onto the blue carpet below him. It was the middle of December, and a cold frost was creeping over Burgess, unknown to Jamie, who remained holed up in his room. Jack was at work, winter at hand, he was doing his thing. He paid special detail to Jamie's window, drawing hearts around the edges, and a large snowflake in the center, before tapping on the window with his staff. Jamie looked up suddenly. "Oh my God. Jack!" Jamie strode over to the window and threw it open.

"In the flesh." Jack smirked, floating outside Jamie's window. "You gonna let me in?"

"Oh, yeah sorry." Jamie moved out of the way, and Jack floated in, and onto Jamie's bed. "So hey."

"where were you?" Jamie demanded. "For those five years, where we're you?" No one has had snow for five years, but Burgess. One day in december."

"Jamie. I'll tell you. Not now. Today, but not right now, please."

"Fine." Jamie lie down on the bed next to Jack, careful to lay on the sketchbook so Jack didn't see it. His hand fell next to Jack's, the backs of their hands just touching. Jamie blushed at the contact, but didn't move his hand. "So. How've you been?" Jamie asked in a feeble attempt to make conversation.

"I've been horrible, thanks for asking." Jack shot back snidely. Jamie stood up, taken aback by Jack's comment. "I'm sorry." Jack whispered, regaining composure. "Hey, what's this?"

"Nothing!" Jamie gasped, diving for the book. "It's nothing." Jack pulled the book out of Jamie's grasp, and floated up to the ceiling. "Jack, stop!"

"Just let me see." Jack was confused, and slightly hurt by Jamie's persistence not to let him see the book. Of course, it made Jack want to see it even more. He opened the book. "Jamie?" He called down to Jamie was lying face-down on his bed. "Did you draw these?"

"Yeah." He groaned into his pillow. "Go ahead. Make fun."

"Why would I do that?" He drifted down to the bed, and sat down next to Jamie. "These are good."

"Really? I hate them. I can't draw."

"Are you joking?" Jack scoffed at Jamie. "These are amazing."

"Don't try to make me feel better." Jamie muttered, sitting up. "They're of you."

"I saw." Jack smiled. "I looked hotter than I already am."

"That you are." Jamie agreed. His eyes widened. "I mean, uh, I'm just saying, oh god." He groaned, and flopped over again. Jack just smirked at the brunette.

"You think I'm hot?" Jack chuckled.

"It's not a lie." Jamie said without thinking.

"Really now?" Jack was smirking looking at Jamie with his striking blue eyes. "Am I?"

"Oh my god I'm so stupid." Jamie groaned and buried his head in his blankets. "Sorry if this is weird for you."

"Maybe I like it." Jack winked, even though Jamie couldn't see him. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Jamie lied.

"C'mon! You're my best friend, you can tell me anything."

"I know, but I still have questions!"

"Ask me anything."

"Tell me why you left me for EIGHT YEARS." Jamie stood up and balled his fists.

"You know I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Where were you when Sophie was in hospital?"

"Sophie was in hospital?"

"Yes! She was! Jack, she was assaulted! She has major trauma."

"Oh God I-"

"Not done." Jamie seethed. "How about when my parents divorced? When my dog died? When I came out of the closet, and my dad disowned me, and my mom wouldn't take me in? When I literally ripped a vocal chord screaming for you to come back because I missed you? Because I needed you?"

"You did?" Jack's voice was barely past a shadow of a whisper. "Jamie, I-"

"I need to know where you were!" Jamie's face was red, and tear-streaked.

"A-alright." Jack wiped his palms on his trousers, and looked up at Jamie, who sat back down. "Well, it's a long story."

"Do I seem like I'm in a hurry?"

"That's fair. Well, the last time I saw you, you were ten, correct?" Jamie nodded in response, his hair flopping around his face. "Well, you've grown up since then. I couldn't explain it to you, when you were young." Jack gulped. "When I left, I was flying around Burgess and I heard a noise. It sounded like you crying, on the other side of town. I was worried that it was pitch and that he had done something to hurt you." Another gulp. "Well it was Pitch."

"He's back?" Jamie's eyes widened with fear.

"No." Jack shook his head. "He kidnapped me. He used me. He used me as his toy, as his play-thing. I hate him even more now. I wish I could have come back sooner." Tears fell rapidly down his face, falling as snow. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault." Jamie sat down next to Jack, and began rubbing his back.

"I left you."

"You had a reason. I can't blame you. I just really hate Pitch."

"That makes two of us." Jack laughed humorlessly, and stood up. "Thanks for everything." He made his way over to the window, and opened it.

"Where are you going?" Jamie asked, worry filling his voice.

"I can't get to close to you, or I'll fall in love with you." Jack had one leg out the window. "You'll grow old, and I'll live forever. You'll die, and I'll never see you again, and I'll never get over it." Both legs out the window. "Come here really quick." Tears were pouring down both of their faces, as Jamie walked slowly over to his best friend. "I love you, Jamie Bennett." Jack whispered, cupping Jamie's face. He placed his lips on the brunette's. It was slow and sweet, their lips moving in sync. "Remember that." And with those parting words, he was gone, taken by the icy wind that swept through the town.