Hey guys, long time no see.

Been ages since I last up loaded anything, and I feel kind of bad that I hardly ever seem to update, so for the moment this will only have two chapters and if I enjoy it and you guys like it, I might make it a selection of oneshots.

Sadly I do not own any of these characters

Dog Days .pt One

The day had been hot and the night even more so; Jack hadn't been able to sleep properly for over a week, and he welcomed the early morning his father gave him with much distain. A man from up in the woods many miles away had trekked down to see Jack's father, they had been friends as children but his family had moved to new pasture after a close relative married into a rich family. Though Jack was still small, he had seen many of his father's friends equipped with heavy clothes and mean looking weapons, but never so much in the summer or looking as terrifying as the man who stood in the parlour. Priding himself on being more courageous than the other boys his age, Jack decided he was not scared of the man who resembled a bear, but his strong will didn't quite stretch to the large wolf hound that was always hovering a few inches from the man's knees. It had a sly, feral look in the way it held itself, and the way it bared its teeth and flashed its pale yellow eyes made Jack feel that that dog hadn't quite left its ancestors behind.

The few days the man stayed with them turned out to be quite fun for Jack, he was allowed to go with his father and his friend on hunting trips in the surrounding forest and stay up later than he normally would have done, and on the last day of the man's visit, he was quite sorry to see the rough man go. Finishing his breakfast quickly, Jack wandered outside to feed the chickens his mother kept in the idea that there would be fresh eggs all year round, as of yet though only a handful of eggs had been provided by the fat speckled hens. With a quick glance at the door, he hunkered down to see if any eggs were sitting in the dry straw, but quickly pulled him upright as a terrible squawking sound reached his ears, and staring doe eyed across the small enclosure, he saw the large wolf hound surrounded by distressed chickens, one hanging limp and bloody in its mouth.

Shouting loudly and throwing a small rock at the dog, Jack gulped as its snarling face turned towards him, any trace of its domestic life gone from its cold eyes. Freezing up slightly, Jack watched as it approached, before turning and running for the door only to trip and find the dog suddenly on top of him. With a cry, Jack pulled his hands in front of his face in attempt to stop the dog, but a shot rang out throwing it from him before it could do any harm. Wildly looking around, Jack saw the great bear of a man in the doorway, and the large hound dead only a couple of inches from his own small feet.

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When Jack was newly born, it took many months for him to see a dog again. He felt cold reservation towards it that he couldn't explain, even though it was only small and accompanied an old woman who lived alone at the corner of a small village. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he left the hostile feelings he had for the furry creature in a dark corner and concentrated on the confusing emotions he was experiencing at not being able to be seen and the crushing of the small piece of hope he once remembered having.

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It took another three hundred years for Jack to encounter another canine properly.

Jack had been sent out on a boring task that North had deemed 'absolutely necessary and important' but the winter spirit couldn't quite see how visiting an angry rodent who had thrown hunks of soil at him to be either of those. Sighing huffily, Jack brushed the dirt from his white hair as the north wind carried him back on his way to see North to report the Rodent's answers to his quickly shouted questions. Smiling to himself, Jack sent a flurry of snow to settle over Burgess, he'd promised to visit Jamie and he felt like some fun, it seemed a long time ago since he had thrown a snowball.

Turning back to face forwards, he was about to ask the wind to take him over the sea so he could laugh at the glittering fish, but before he could utter a word, something had barrelled into him and sent him spinning towards the ground, his staff was ripped out of his grip as he fell and was lost in dark trees. Opening his eyes wide in fear as the ground quickly spun to meet him, the wind tried to slow his decent by slamming him into a snow drift rather than the frozen ground causing Jack's world to be full of white as he struggled to drag back in the breath that had been knocked out of him.

Lying in the snow as he stopped his head spinning, Jack gingerly moved then winced as pain sparked through from his skull to his neck and made him feel nauseous. Resting his head back against the snow, Jack decided he may as well just sleep there, but sat up quickly when he grasped thin air instead of his staff.

Brushing the snow from his face, he was suddenly bombarded by the hysterical north wind as it span around him dragging the loose snow up in a freezing cloud.

"I'm fine" Jack laughed weakly as the wind rubbed its self against him. Standing up woozily, Jack tried to gather his bearings and figure out where his staff had fallen, though even if he did eventually find the right direction, he'd be walking for possibly hours at the slow speed his injuries caused him to travel at.

"Hey, wind…" Jack started but the words died in his mouth as he realised the north wind had already gone. Standing alone in the snow, Jack couldn't help feel a slight twinge of hurt at the wind abandoning him, never in the three hundred years that he'd been a sprit had the wind ever left him without him saying to do so. For once the cold almost seemed to hurt him as he wandered off in the direction where he vaguely thought his staff was.

Moving slowly so as not to inflame his head and neck anymore, Jack let his senses expand to the rest of his body and found his right arm was burning. He couldn't see the damage as his arm was still covered by his jacket, but he knew the burning sensation well enough to know that it was broken, he'd broken many bones in the past and it didn't alarm him much as he knew it wouldn't take long to right its self, but what was distressing was the all encompassing pain that swallowed his torso up in waves every time he took a step. Jack knew it couldn't be good, and he could just imagine Tooth chiding him for moving about instead of waiting for help, but he couldn't just sit and wait while his staff was lost in the wilderness.

He was barely a few feet inside of the dark expanse of trees when he heard a sound that froze his insides up.

It would be nice if you reviewed but I understand cause it was kind of crap ahah:)