Splintered

Hey guys! Here's the second chapter of "Splintered". I do not have a Beta, and decided I wanted to update this before I went to bed therefore I've only gone through it once. All mistakes are mine, and if you see any, please inform me. I hope it doesn't keep you from enjoying it though.

I will be adding a timeline, and a family list onto my profile. When, I'm not exactly sure; I'm still figuring it out myself.

Disclaimer: Still don't own RotG... 'tis a shame.

Chapter 2-

The first thing Aster noticed was the window. Jack had a habit of keeping that window open, even in the winter, for his love of the cold. At the moment, it was shut and the curtain that normally flew slightly due to the breeze, and there was one, he knew, was still and silent like everything else in the room.

Green eyes took in every inch. The walls were still unpainted, but Jack had informed them of how he wanted it to be blue, a pale color like the edge of the sky on a clear, summer morning; the backdrop to a frozen winter wonderland. A simple black chair and desk were in the corner, both containing a few picture frames that were added with obviously no style. Blocks, trains, and other toys were on the floor, all courtesy of Nicholas North, the owner of a large toy company. The bed, with its matching blue sheets and covers was in slight disarray, looking like it had been hastily made.

And on the other side of the bed was Jack.

Aster's first thought was how there was something just so wrong about this scene. The white bangs of his friend's hair was cast over his eyes, shielding the absolute blueness, as Tooth described, lacking the artistic language of her taller, more Australian friend.

The knuckles of his pale hands were even whiter, which Aster didn't think possible, as they were clutched around a light wooden staff. The candy cane shaped stick was five feet tall, rising above both Jack and Anna, and Aster knew that it was smooth to the touch.

When Jack had arrived to Burgess, Jack had told Aster that it was the only bit of home he had left. There was never an explanation as to why he had it, only that it hadn't been the fine, smooth item Aster knew it was until Mr. North had put his magical touch to it. One that Aster was very familiar with, as the toy maker had fixed toys for the entire neighborhood in the past, free of charge.

So, Aster was surprised at the lack of smooth surface, and the staff's current state, the top spiked and uneven, like it had been broken in two.

The Australian stepped closer, accompanied by his female friend who's lower lip was between the white that was her teeth.

Neither child said anything, as they slowly walked toward Jack. Now Aster could see that his eyes were currently trained on the other half of his staff, currently on the floor. A tall and sharp-edged piece of the puzzle. It's other half slowly fell from Jack's hands.

"Jack?"

If Aster remembered correctly, that was Tooth's voice. It was the same youthful and high voice that he'd always heard spoken from the girl. But there was a slight difference, one that Aster was less familiar with.

"I-I had to do it. There was no other way."

Aster realized that it sounded like fear.

She was afraid.

And so was he.

He heard the footsteps before he saw them.

Yes, his wonderful half-brother, with the forever unruly brown locks and his extremely plain, brown eyes. He was an absolute midget, only five feet and ten inches but his feet were humongous and made a sound akin to a dozen prancing horses.

And due to this, Kozmotis Pitchiner had always referred to his brother as the "Nightmare Horse". He had dropped it for Seraphina and her mother, but after both had left his life he had reverted back to his original name for Peter Faerie.

"Hello, Kozmotis.", the other man greeted, his voice lacking the usual cheer that he attempted every single time they had been forced to greet each other.

The ebony haired man just nodded, lips in a tight line and dark eyes in their usual glare, "What can I help you with?"

It had come to a surprise when the tall, pale skinned man had went into law enforcement. Through high school he had practically been the golden boy of Burgess, his dark hair neatly groomed and his skin showing actual color. He had been kind, helpful, and smart.

Until, instead of a graduation present, his mother offered him a new little brother and a father to replace the beloved Kozmotis Pitchiner Sr. Naturally, Kozmotis had not liked the arrangement but rather than attempting to connect with either male of the Faerie family (honestly, what type of a last name was Faerie?) he'd shied away, finding solace in other unholy substances and the man had fell from his golden throne.

College was harder, as he'd severed ties with his so-called family and just attended community college, but then there was her. The cold heart of "Pitch Black" as the nickname formed, slowly melted because she appeared, and slowly he reconnected with who he used to be. There was warmth in his smile, and brightness in his eyes. She'd encouraged him to reconnect with his family, and he did.

Things had been hard for the both of them, as old habits died hard, but if he needed any further convincing there was Seraphina. And he forced himself to work hard for both of them, quit everything, the smoking, the drinking. Lucky for him, he hadn't used any other drug but tobacco.

It involved a lot of long nights, and it was so hard.

But he did it, as a father and a husband.

His half-brother was half a dozen years younger, and as a coincidence so was Seraphina's first cousin, a blonde creature with violet eyes and an obsession for teeth, as it turned out. And while he still only on speaking terms with his brother, he agreed to let them play together (Seraphina was a natural with children). As a result he'd added a spot in his softened heart for little Anna.

When it happened, his only daughter was seventeen, half way across the country, helping people, building homes for the homeless to protect them from nature, whether it be the all too hot sun or the frosted land and freezing winds.

Cancer had taken away his beautiful, loving wife.

Then Pitch Black made a return. He was a less than ideal police officer, but he did work good and he protected the people. He was Chief Pitchiner of the Burgess Police Department. And he struck as much fear as he had courage.

"He's out?"

His imbecile of a brother let those two words fall from his mouth. Was that really all he could say? After all, a handful of Faerie girls, there were six in all, went to Burgess High School, and a confessed murderer was attending said school. Oh, and his eldest daughter was former best friends with said murder.

"Boo."

Tooth stared at him in surprise, clutching her books tightly to her chest, as if they would act as some sort of protection against the now teen Jack Frost. Her face probably displayed at least some level of her fear, although she had attempted to mask it, as Jack looked at her curiously.

"Sorry, I meant that as a joke.", the white-haired teen replied, offering her a smile, all of his perfect white teeth flashing at her.

Neither multi-colored nor blue-gray haired teen could find anything to say to Jack, but it wasn't required, as the principal slowly strode up to them, "Er Jack, you still have registration papers that need to be filled. Would you please come with me?"

He shot both of them a smile, before following the principal. Tooth caught one of her sisters, even though already a sophomore and second oldest she was nicknamed "Baby". Whether this started from her Justin Bieber phase where she had been obsessed with the song and displayed her less than magnificent vocals or the fact that she actually liked those flower-shaped puffs for toddlers, Tooth didn't know. It was probably a combination.

"Baby" had, on her sister's lead, taken to streaking her hair with blues, and greens, and pinks, leaving it more colorful and crazy then her sister. She was currently talking to her friends, and as they walked past, Tooth caught her words.

"-o hot, okay I know he did some stuff, but don't tell me you don't find Jack attractive?"

Before Tooth could even attempt to lecture, or gain the words, Aster cleared his throat, and attempted to hand her the rest of her books. Why did she carry this many, anyways? Oh right, better than walking across school to her locker, and another of her sisters had spilled something on her favorite messenger bag.

A minute passed where the teenager didn't move, which was would have been a cause for worry for the active girl if not for the current events. She looked at Aster's expectant gaze, and took the remainder of her text books from him.

"Thanks.", before she fluttered over to her first class. Being the wonderful multi-tasker she was, talking mindlessly with her friends and thinking about why Jack was here wasn't a problem.

There was only one.

Which she soon found out as she walked the distance to second period, where her "favorite" murder stood, in conversation with her sister.


And scene. The next chapter will hopefully be in the "point of view" of either Jack, North, or Jamie, please review on who you think it should be. Or, just review, I love your reviews they totally motivate me.

(By the way, if you happen to be following "Title Goes Here" the next chapter is in the process, and I'm starting something for the "Fosters" fandom. If you're into that, please keep a look out!)

See you next chapter!

-Seraphina Smiles :)