[Previously: "What? Do you think I'd just drop out? Of course I am!" All of the guardians perked up considerably now that they had two believers helping them out. They would finally get Jack back, and it would be even easier with the help of kids that knew the streets so well. How could anything go wrong for these guys? Well, that day couldn't have been a worse day to have said those words.]

Jack walked slowly through the snow looking to the side but not seeing anything. It was snowing lightly but he couldn't see anything and that was scaring him a little but he kept going on through the snow without another thought. He finally came up to a big building that looked as if was a part of the ice around it. He kept walking in and saw two giant furry beings open the door. Again, he had another question: Who or what were these things? He thought about if he ever saw those things and instead of getting a big headache he actually remembered seeing them once…although he didn't know where. It didn't matter to him though, he could actually remember something!

Usually he only remembered the things he did at Pitch's place and nothing else but here he was remembering things! Before he could try anything else the furry beings that he still didn't actually know the name of, picked him up and brought him over to the main part of the building.

"Whoa." He said quietly. There were toys everywhere and he couldn't help but reach a hand up to one and smile. The smile quickly diminished as he remembered what Pitch would think. He would get into huge trouble if the man ever saw what he was doing. Where was Pitch any? He spun around in a full circle and came face to face with a man that he had never seen before. Why was he in this new place anyway? He wanted to be home with Pitch, where he could actually understand things.

"Umm…where am I exactly…sir?" He added the last part in case the man was a serious authority figure.

"Jack, you should know where you are. You are at Pole; you come here lots of times, no?" He was Russian; he didn't know how he could know that and where he remembered it but he knew now. That was good, right?

"Huh?" Was his only response. He couldn't remember this place, and he was fairly sure he would remember a place like this!

"Come Jack, you must take look around. It has been long time friend." The man used his hand to push Jack along to where he wanted the teen to go. They went past more of the tall furry things and even past things that wore hats for clothes with little jingle bells at the ends. At one point they stopped to go down an elevator and a mirror was placed there, and something didn't seem right about it. Though it was a dream, Jack wanted to look at it and tell the man it was wrong, and it was.

"Sir, can you tell me what's up with that mirror? I think it might be wrong." He pointed at the mirror and the man looked down at Jack, then the mirror and laughed. He really laughed.

Jack's mouth dropped in shock. Man, this place was making him feel like one big idiot. The man laughed at him straight in the face and he didn't even know his name.

"There is nothing wrong with mirror Jack. Come here and we will talk." The Russian led him down and Jack gave one last glance at the mirror. He had white hair, pale skin with no hints of gray, a blue hoodie and the same jeans and his eyes were lighter.

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Jack woke up with a start and another one of his great headaches. He rubbed the side of his head with one hand and picked up his staff with the other. Jack couldn't understand why this one was so intense. He couldn't remember what made him have such a bad headache…other than that dream he had. Wait, he had a dream?

That was new.

Trying to remember the dream, he got up and walked out of his room and tried to get some fresh air. Again, he started to feel light headed and used his staff to support his light weight. Jack called on the winds again to take him out and they did, lightly tickling his hair to bring him out of his stupor but it didn't help. It lightly brought him down and he thanked it and started to lean on his staff a bit harder.

Spots were starting to dance in his vision and he was really starting to hope that Pitch would come soon. Then the nightmares would be there to help him out—nightmares! He couldn't believe he had forgotten about the nightmares because they could have helped him out with this tough day greatly. Jack started to wave his hands over the ground with his staff and nightmare sand started to appear in front of him. Finally it came into the form of a lion and he fell onto its back instantly.

The lion purred quietly and started move back to the lair when a voice called out to Jack. He couldn't remember where he heard the voice and was starting to lose his grip on his staff. The pain in his head now became too unbearable, and so he gave a sharp scream and fainted.

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Jamie came back from the North Pole with Cupcake then went to his house and straight into his room without a word.

"Jamie, are you okay? You haven't said anything since we left the Pole." Cupcake said quietly. Jamie only mumbled that he was okay and sat on his bed looking at his hands. When was he going to show a single emotion?

"Sure you are. Come on, if it'll help we can walk like you always do," Cupcake said reassuringly. Jamie shot her a confused look as if to ask where she knew that but Cupcake shrugged and went on.

"I know you joined track a while ago, Caleb told me." She started to walk out the door and closed it but Jamie knew that she was waiting there for him. He groaned and got up from his bed and to the door, trying to put on his puffer vest.

Jamie walked down the street with Cupcake talking about how weird seventh grade really was. And really weird it was. Cupcake was taking extra art classes with her thoughts on being an artist and Jamie was thinking about doing football later on. It earned him a long speech from Cupcake on how that was the worst idea on the planet and that he should stop thinking about it instantly. He agreed but only if she stopped drawing and smiled when she said she didn't say anything else.

They turned the corner and came to a bit of a dark street with only various lights working. The wind was whipping haphazardly now, different than the street they just came from. Jamie went in front of Cupcake and walked, little by little, down the street to see what was down there and gasped in shock.

"Jack?" He said loudly. He could see the teen there with some sort of dark figure swarming near him. Now he would not leave him behind, not even close. Jamie ran over to him as quickly as he could, probably faster than he usually did in track. In a matter of moments he was near Jack and slowed down quickly. The dark figure he saw previously was a lion and it seemed to be protecting Jack, but Jamie wasn't in a mood to agree with any nightmare, he wanted to help out his friend. Without thinking, he put his hand on the lion but it didn't change. Cupcake came up next to him and looked at the lion.

"What's up?" She already knew that they could change nightmare sand to regular dream sand; she just didn't understand why it wasn't changing.

"It…uh, wouldn't change. I don't know what happened…" He stopped short when the lion started to rub its head against Jamie's still outstretched hand and growled quietly, like it was trying to purr. Jamie's eyes widened as he looked back to Cupcake. It wouldn't change but it acted just like it should have if it was a dream sand creature.

"Maybe we should take Jack to my house, you know if you want to…" Jamie said to Jack but saw he was already unconscious and lying on the lion's back.

"We'll just take him there anyway. Can't leave him here all alone…but that doesn't mean the lion can't too." Cupcake added quickly as she saw the lion growl as if saying he could easily do this all on his own. Jamie nodded and they walked to Jamie's house, the lion only a few steps behind him.

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Jamie sat alone in his room—with Jack Frost lying on the bed quietly—looking out the window. Cupcake had to leave for something at home and he didn't mind but Cupcake kept him from thinking about too much, and she wasn't here, so he was thinking.

The boy still looked out the window and at the crescent moon then looked at Jack. Why didn't the moon try to help him out? Was the moon sort of like a genie where he only helped out once and that was it? Maybe this all wouldn't have to happen if he wasn't so weak and…weak. There was nothing else to say but he was just weak and that everything that was happening to Jack was his fault.

But why did Jack have to suffer for him being so dumb? Why couldn't it have been himself? It was probably too much to ask upon a kid but he was fed up with the world being so unfair sometimes—he started to cry and sat there until he actually noticed he was crying.

"Great. I'm already starting to think like an angst-y teen…and I thought that was Jack's part time job." Jamie muttered quietly as he wiped away his tears. Then he heard a soft groan and some rustling. Jack was finally awake. Jamie got up from his chair and moved over to Jack's side.

Jack looked peaceful until he opened his eyes and shot up into a sitting position, only to lay down again when he winced in pain.

"W-where am I?" Jack said quietly. Jamie blinked back some of confusion and spoke to him.

"Uhh, I thought you'd remember since you came here almost all the time. Well, you're at my house, in my room."

"And you are…?" Now Jamie was hoping and praying with all his might that Jack was just kidding.

"Jack, I'm Jamie." Jack was now sitting up, and he winced while he looked at Jamie, absentmindedly petting his lion.

"Don't you remember me or anyone else?" Jack looked like he was going to say something to answer Jamie's question but hesitated and shook his head.

"What happened Jack? Why did you change?" Now Jack looked completely focused and looked more closely on Jamie.

"What do you mean 'changed'? I've been like this ever since I could remember, so you must have me mixed up with the wrong guy." Jamie almost laughed at what Jack was trying to pull. Any moment now he would rip of the wig and colored contacts, to laugh at how scared the younger boy looked. But he wasn't doing that, actually he was looking blankly at Jamie, and it made the boy anxious.

"Jack stop with the jokes. They're really starting to irritate me."

"I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go—" He almost got up and off the bed but the lion growled and made him sit back down. The boy thought quickly that he should really remember to thank that lion later.

"Great, trapped by my own lion," Jack huffed and crossed his arms. "So, why did you trap me?" He said that so angrily that Jamie moved back a few steps. Jack was definitely more hostile now.

"Trap you? You fainted and I thought it be nice to help a friend out!" Jamie covered his mouth quickly. He was starting to get that Jack didn't remember who he and possibly anyone was so this was not helping. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad—

"I'm not your friend! Stop trying to get in my head and leave me alone!" He was wrong. Horribly, horribly, wrong. Jack got up, ignored his lion, and went over to the window. As quickly as he got up he stopped moving and started to sway on his feet before he flew out the window.

Jamie sighed angrily and went to close the window and then flopped onto the bed, only to hear the bed groan with extra weight. He turned around and saw the lion there head resting on his paws.

"Why are you still here? Aren't you supposed to be…I dunno, following Jack or Pitch?" Jamie told the thing then remembered that if it would respond it would either growl or tear him to pieces. But it did a shrug like motion and rested its head back on his paws.

"What the…" Did a nightmare just shrug at him? It moved forward, as if not liking the spot it was in, and moved to Jamie's lap. It didn't feel prickly like nightmares usually felt or like it felt earlier but it felt like a mix of nightmare sand and…dream sand.

He looked down and saw it looking up at him with a bored look on his face as if to say, Thank you so much for being slower than I thought you would be.

"Oh shut up…..Great, I'm talking to myself thanks to you." He felt it start to laugh, or he thought it did, and glared down at it, then started to get a wide grin on his face. Hopefully this plan was foolproof.

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"I'm not your friend! Ugh, stop trying to get in my head and leave me alone!" Jack yelled angry at the boy he didn't even know. All he knew that the kid's name was…something that started with a J…and that he was in the kid's house. It was unhinging how calm the other was and how his own lion was against him!

Jack ran to the window quickly and grabbed his staff and stopped. He remembered doing this before…but this was the first time he was ever here and he now hated…James…? Regaining his train of thought, he jumped out the window to have the wind pick him up, far away from that insane place.

The wind tousled his hair playfully as if trying to calm him in any way, but it wasn't working. It only made him even angrier. Quickly he got down and ran the remainder of the way, huffing about the insanity of the past day and even now. I wonder, Jack thought angrily. Why my life has to suck and everyone just gets to come in and make it worse.

He was in front of the hole leading to the lair in minutes, which cooled his anger but only some. Jack jumped down it, with the wind still whipping around him last minute, trying once again in vain to comfort the winter spirit.

"Jack, what took you so long?" Pitch asked as he melted out of the darkness. He looked calm despite the things that happened. It broke Jack instantly and when he touched down, the first thing he did was run straight to him.

"These crazy people tried to freaking kidnap me but—" Jack said quietly, sobbing every so often, but stopped crying—and talking—when Pitch came over and gave him a small hug.

It was a small hug but it meant a lot to Jack because he never got something like it. So he kept talking softly and went on to talk about his day again, hearing Pitch tell him everything was going to be okay.

What he didn't hear were Pitch's silent curses. Pitch was hoping, as daft as it sounded, that the Guardians would stop looking, stop trying to find their youngest member—who might not be a member but Pitch didn't feel like retelling the details at the moment—and give up. Maybe do what they did many years ago and just turn the deaf ear as they said and be quiet about it.

But it didn't happen and they were still looking, apparently needing the kids—who were nearing teen hood—which was starting to scare Jack. And Jack being upset would only lead to trouble, which will be mentioned later in matters unknown.

"It's fine Jack, I will help you. You said something about a dream, will you tell me about it."

Again, Pitch knew this meant something. Sandman of course would have tried to give him some sort of message about who he was or something of that nature and it would ruin everything.

Jack calmed down and looked up for a moment, as if to think about it, but buried his face in the man's robes in a sign of comfort. Pitch sighed quietly and continued to hug him.

"Come on now, Jack. You need your rest." Pitch said in a comforting tone. He led the teen to his room and waited at the doorway when Jack crawled into bed and laid his head on his pillow. He didn't consider moving until he heard soft snores emitting from the now fast asleep teen. It was a very fatherly act and Pitch considered that it had to be done if Jack were to trust him at all. That was in the past now and the charade was almost no longer a charade but he always slipped up and thought about the times before this when Jack was so close to being on the guardians side.

It didn't happen obviously, as the spirit was there in front of him. So he reminded himself in saying a quick good night, hearing a muffled response and then went to bed, certain the guardians would not find Jack Frost.

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Jamie finally coaxed the over grown, no good for his own worth, lion out of his room and into the front lawn. He cheered a bit and then watched in agony as the dumb thing laid back down and rested its head on its paws.

"You've got to be kidding me you...!" Jamie tried to threaten but couldn't when it looked up at him like that, something Abby would do when she wanted something. Of course Jamie would always in and he did the same now.

So do we do now, Jamie thought aimlessly. He was honestly just looking for the best thing that came to mind since he forgot what he was going to do minutes ago. It was weird how suddenly he forgot it too.

Finally, he got an idea and turned around to face the lion, that a face of pure irritation. The lion would have to get over it though, this meant serious businesses.

"C'mon, hurry up! I need you to get me to your master!" In a spilt second, the lion's demeanor changed drastically. It was on its feet and very alert, moving to even the faintest of noises.

It shifted a bit then growled quietly, trying to make him come over, and when he did was quickly on the back of a lion. Then it arched its back as if to pounce, and a twirling sensation came. Really, as much as he liked that it wanted to go fast, he was going to hurl. So he clung to the fur for dear life—which he was doing—and waited for it all to stop, which it did.

The lion stood motionless for a moment and waited for Jamie to get off. When it was clear he was probably never going to get up he continued to walk. Here and there he would notice some things, like it was a bit cold, or the ground would always crunch under the lion's feet...or paws. When Jamie got over the feeling that the world was spinning profusely, he looked up and got a face full of snow. Wait...Pitch's lair had snow? No, that isn't right, it couldn't be.

He raised his head a bit more and saw the faint outline of a giant building, North's Workshop to be exact. Jamie got up from the lion quickly, ignored the queasiness he felt, and glared at the lion once more.

"You brought me to the North Pole and not where ever the hell Pitch's place is?" The lion looked up lazily and made a motion similar to shrugging. He might as well show him to Sandy if he was still here, which he would be if the lion nightmare brought him here. Jamie shivered violently and looked down at his puffer vest and short sleeved shirt. Not good for Artic weather.

"Aright, we'll go see Sandy." The lion nodded and trotted onward, in almost a happy way. The boy shook his head and continued behind the animal, going forward to get into a warmer place. Because yeesh! Was the North Pole really always this cold!?

A/N: Hey, its finally done! So Jack gets a dream, Pitch gets some new revelations and Jamie gets a plan...and then it fails a bit. So do you guys like the lion? I know he/she needs a name but I want you guys (the reader) to name him/her. I'm on Toby, Lily, Alex, and Harper for the lion. The poll will be set up on my profile and you can also respond through reviews. So here are the reviews I'm gonna respond too!:

Guest-Thank you so much for saying that it makes me feel all warm and tingly on the inside from it. Just wished you would've wrote your penname so I could PM you or something. 8)

Fem-Hawaii-Hokulani-Jones-Well its here now so your welcome!

Cat Girl 1995(So you can read her ROTG stories! They're good and have given me lots of inspiration)- Thanks for saying its interesting, I honestly try my hardest on this. And thanks...congrats on your third story!

DragonSiren7(So you can read her stories! Quite the read)- Thank you for that! I will say, it wont be until the near end until you actually know about Jack's memory loss. Pitch's behavior was explained in this chapter...I think. Well, I can say this story will be more than 20 chapters so huzzah and all that other great stuff!

That's it for this a-okay chapter and lets get the count!

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Updated on: December 14th 2013