A/N: I'm ba-ack! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I've been pretty busy with school and the like. I'm very pleased with this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy it!


"Hi Jack!" Jenn said enthusiastically, jumping up from her bed to hug him. Then, remembering how cold he was, jumped back. Jenn noticed that she was almost as tall as Jack now and the way that he was smiling at her made her suddenly conscious of her Skiing Penguin pyjamas. "I'm-uh-really glad to see you! I thought that maybe you wouldn't come this year."

"What? And miss the chance of seeing you?" he asked, still grinning as he punched her lightly on the shoulder. "So, how's your boyfriend?" He was leading with the same question he asked her every year.

"Non-existent, as usual. Yep; apparently my boy repellant is still very much intact."

"I thought it was the cooties!" Jack teased.

"C'mon, Jack!" Jenn said, rolling her eyes and planting her hands on her hips. "Cooties? Really? I'm sixteen! Do I still look like a little girl?!" She held her arms out for inspection, expecting a witty retort.

Jack wrapped both hands around his staff and leaned against it, sizing her up. After a few seconds his mischievous expression softened. "No," he said seriously.

Jenn really didn't know how to respond as his blue eyes bore into her hazel ones. She was incredibly thankful when Rory burst through the door, which eased the tension a bit.

"Who're ya talking to?" asked Rory, looking around the room with a puzzled expression.

"Jack Frost," Jenn replied without hesitation. Jack gave her a shifty grin which she returned.

"You mean that guy from the Christmas song? The one that nips your nose?" Rory looked skeptical. "He's not real!"

"Yes he is! He's been controlling the winter weather for centuries! I met him seven years ago."

"So that means that you were…" Rory paused, thinking hard and showing off his newly acquired math abilities. "Nine!"

"Mm hm," Jenn affirmed, nodding. Rory climbed onto her bed, suddenly anxious to hear the rest of her story. Jenn smiled. "I, Jamie, and some of our other school friends had the honour of fighting with the greatest protectors of all time!"

"Who?" Rory whispered.

Jenn cast a fleeting look at Jack, who was leaning against her wall, bare feet crossed. He smiled widely, showing off his white teeth, and nodded. This encouraged Jenn to continue. She sat next to Rory on her bed. He looked breathless with anticipation.

"The Guardians!" she said in a stage whisper.

"Who are 'the Guardians'?"

"You know all of them! They're Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost!"

"Oh yeah? I think that you're making this all up," said Rory in a self-dignified voice.

"Oh really?" Jenn replied, getting up and giving Rory a sly grin. This was the part she'd been looking forward to the most. "I can prove to you that Jack Frost exists."

"OK!" said Rory, eager for the challenge.

"Close your eyes," Jenn instructed. Rory did as he was told. "Now imagine," said Jenn softly, "that you're outside. The air is cold, and the wind is fierce." She was glad to see Rory give a little shiver at that. "You can see your breath swirling in front of your face."

"Where am I?" Rory interrupted, keeping his eyes tightly shut.

"Anywhere you want."

"Disney World!" Rory yelped. Jenn shushed him, not wanting to wake their parents. Though she doubted that it would ever be that cold in Orlando, she whispered "Alright," and watched Rory sigh with contentment.

At this point, Jack was still leaning against the wall by Jenn's bedroom window, staring at her with wonder. Her love for magic and imagination is what made her so wonderful. He didn't know another soul who made cold weather sound so magnificent. He would know! She definitely wasn't a little girl anymore. He didn't recognise the feeling he felt when she looked over at him and smiled. He liked the way her long auburn hair fell neatly over her shoulder, naturally pin-straight. She smiled at him with genuine joy, lighting up the green in her hazel eyes. Jack's stomach flopped as he looked away quickly, confused.

Jenn's smile faded slightly at that as she turned back to Rory, his eyes still closed. "Suddenly," she whispered, "the wind stops blowing. You look up-" (Rory lifted his head) "-and you see tiny specs of white decorating the pitch black sky. It's snowing." She nodded at Jack and, with a wave of his staff; it began to snow lightly in Jenn's room.

"Open your eyes," Jenn told Rory. He obliged. Rory gasped and looked at the ceiling, reaching out a small hand to pluck a snowflake from the air.

"Jack Frost!" he whispered, studying the flake in his cupped palms as it melted. "He's real!"

Jenn smiled widely and gestured, finally, to Jack, who was taking in every word. When Rory saw Jack for the first time his reaction was predictable, yet still amusing. Eyes wide, mouth agape, he pointed at the tall, 17-year-old figure by the window.

"You see him too, right?" asked Rory in a quavering voice.

Jenn laughed quietly as Jack strode over to the bed and knelt down so that he was at eye-level with Rory.

"Hi. I'm Jack Frost; and we're gonna have a little fun…"


A/N: Much better than my last chapter, right? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Whatever! Reviews are welcomed! Stay awesome!