Author's Note: This fic contains a character made by me who may or may not get in a relationship with the main character. If anyone has any tips or advice, or corrections on information, I'd be more than happy to correct it. Also: is it weird that I wrote this listening to Taylor Swift and dubstep?

Warnings: OC (Non-Canon Character); possible yaoi; Movie-verse; Pre-Movie and During; Cursing; Spoilers for the movie.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing you recognize. Harvest Falls, however, is of my own creation. Please don't steal my work!

"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."

~Albert Camus

.:Autumn:.

A happy, crooked grin danced over his lips as Jack Frost finally came home. Home for him was Burgess, and the town had never looked more in need of a snow day, brought on by yours truly. It was finally time for summer to end, for blankets of fluffy snow and snowball fights to replace the sun and water pistol fights. The first place on his list was the pond, the place where his memory began, but as he touched down he felt prickles on the back of his neck. He felt like he was being watched. Nobody had seen him in over 300 years, however, so he was quick to brush it off and return to lowering the temperature and freezing the pond.

Normally, Jack wouldn't be here so early; it was only the last day of September and usually the next two months would be dedicated to the cooling off from summer and the drying up of the leaves. Autumn was a slow process, far too slow for Jack's tastes since three hundred years had done little for his attention span and patience. Heck, school started with autumn, so no children liked the arrival of the season. Spring brought flowers and bunnies, summer brought water fun and fishing, winter brought snow and awesomeness, and fall brought crunchy leaves. Very cool. Not.

So, Jack was here to skip the lull between seasons and let the kids have some fun. It was too early for more than an inch or two of snow, but any little reprieve would be much appreciated. The eyes he felt on him didn't go away, however, and he was starting to get paranoid. What if it was the Easter Bunny, come to reap revenge from that blizzard on Easter Sunday a couple decades ago? Jack made sure that he could shoot off into the sky in that case. That bunny just couldn't take a joke; besides, the kids certainly loved the snow.

Jack was startled when a male voice that didn't have an Australian accent burst from the trees above him. "'Ey," the voice called. "What're you doin'? It ain't time fer win'er yet!" Jack looked up and around to find where the southern drawl came from but he didn't have to look all that hard. Perched in the only tree with red and orange autumn leaves was a boy who looked about as old as Jack with fiery autumn hair, reddish-brown eyes squinting at him like he had done the world a wrong. Jack grinned anyway, thrilled that someone could see him. He doubted that his fellow teen was human though; he didn't seem all that surprised that Jack could make ice with a stick.

"I'm skipping seasons," Jack explained, stopping what he was doing and floating up to see eye to eye with the mystery boy. "Fall doesn't do anything anyway." From the guy's reaction immediately following that, one would think Jack had just said something incredibly offensive to the guy's mother. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he pitched forward like he'd lost his balance. He caught himself, but kept his shocked look until Jack waved his hand in front of his face. Then his eyes went back to staring at him narrowly. He almost felt like he was being studied, so he stayed still and stared back instead of squirming like he wanted to. Hours seemed to pass before they relaxed, the teen leaning back on his feet and face melting into a slightly bored look. Jack was just about to fly back down when the guy spoke.

"You don' know, do you?" Those eyes were studying him again, behind that bored face, and Jack narrowed his eyes in retaliation.

"Don't know what? What's your accent, anyway? Who are you?" Honestly, he should have asked that first, but Jack had been a little excited because he was being seen. Oh well, he was asking now. The other guy stood up suddenly, making Jack jerk back, and stuck out his hand for a shake.

"Name's Harvest Falls. I'm from Oklahoma, and I'm the Autumn Spirit. Who're you?" Oh, so that's why Harvest had looked so insulted; Jack had insulted his season! Oops. Jack shook his hand with a sheepy grin, silently saying sorry.

"Name's Jack Frost," Jack introduced himself the same way that Harvest did. Harvest nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you, Frost," he said letting go of Jack's hand. "An' you don' know anything 'bout what fall is." Jack stared at Harvest, bewildered. That was just this side of random.

"What else is there to fall? It's just everything getting cooler and the leaves falling off; nothing I can't do." Jack thought that maybe he would get a reaction out of Harvest, but instead the teen stared at him with that boredly calculating look. Did this guy feel anything besides shock and anger and that?

"Oh there's a lot more to autumn than that. Haven't you jumped in a good stack o' leaves? Carved a pumpkin and roast the seeds? Chased a flock o' turkeys and catch the best?" Harvest listed. Jack only stared at him like he was crazy. Eating pumpkin seeds? Chasing turkeys? Just what was this guy on?

"No," Jack said slowly. "I just head to Siberia or Antarctica when it's not winter. I decided to come home early and have fun." Jack stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets, still floating in the air. He half wanted to land somewhere, but the only place near was the branch and it hardly had enough room for the both of them. Harvest cocked a thick maroon eyebrow.

"And you think autumn ain't fun?" Jack had to narrow his eyes at the other spirit when he said that. There was an undertone, a challenge in that question, and they both knew it very well.

"Nope," Jack said, popping the 'p'. Harvest tossed his head back like a proud horse, his eyes flashing in challenge.

"How about this," he began. "I bet I can convince you that fall can be fun. If I win, you have to give me at least two months of fall before winter sets in." Harvest stuck his hand out. He didn't say anything about if he would lose, which said a lot for his confidence. It also left the deal open to whatever Jack wanted. He could get rid of fall altogether in Burgess if he wanted. Jack thought only for a moment before grinning again and shaking the other spirit's hand.

"If you don't convince me," Jack said, "then I get to skip autumn in Burgess whenever I want." Harvest squeezed his hand in warning, but nodded anyway.

"Deal." They let go, and Jack stuck his hand back in his pocket. Harvest looped his thumbs through his jean's belt loops and offered a toothy smirk. "I've got 'til the end of November to change yer mind."

.:Autumn:.