I watched Les Mis yesterday since my dad hid my RotG movie. Here is chapter 2.

Chapter 2: Wounds Heal Slowly

Jack had gotten there too late.

He'd heard Jamie call out to his but he hadn't been able to get there fast enough. The ash was still hot and Jack had the urge to freeze it. But he couldn't. Jamie and Sophie were there. They were there. Inside the house, the imaginary one in Jack's head. He could see Sophie cooking breakfast for herself and Jamie because she was always up first. Jamie would come downstairs, in his boxers, yawning. Their parents wouldn't be there. It would just be the two of them.

Jack felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He clenched his teeth. They were happy now, he thought. No one could take away their happiness anymore. No one could hurt them anymore. Someone would always give them love.

Jack watched as the two sat down, eating there breakfast happily. Jamie would poke fun at the girl and her way-too-amazing cooking skills. Sophie, with her beautiful smile and big heart. Jamie, with his kindness and good natured fun. They would be happy. Jack had tried his best to be the one to give them happiness but he'd failed. This was his evidence of that failure. Instead, the Big Man Up There had taken them.

He stayed there, waiting, until dawn. The rescue squad hadn't found their bodies, they didn't even know that people had been in the house. Jack watched as they left. They didn't care.

Why didn't anyone care?

He stood up, using his staff for support, ready to yell for the wind, when he spots Mrs. Bennett out of the corner of his eye. Her outfit was, to Jack, very showy. It showed too much breasts, it showed too much legs, it showed too much period. Her heels clacked loudly as she walked closer, arm-in-arm with a man.

He waited. He needed to see her reaction. Would she care? Would she cry for them? Would she take back all the things she'd said, even though it didn't make a difference? Jack already had a guess.

She was screaming at the top of her lungs about her house. The man with her, who Jack now saw was a very young man, was trying to calm her down.

"Did you leave something in the oven, perhaps?" the man asked, both hands on her shoulders.

Mrs. Bennett's face was red with rage. "NO! It must have been Jamie! Or Sophie, that brat! I told her not to go in the kitchen!"

The man's expression turned into one of concern. "Are they family?"

Her face darkened. "No. No, they aren't. Just some people I'd known in college…"

In a fit of anger, Jack cast a hail storm over her.

"They're your kids!" he yelled at her. "But you don't give a crap do you?! You don't care that they're dead! You should be dead, not them!" The hail fell faster. At Jack's every word, the wind blew harder, stinging Mrs. Bennett's bare legs. What not to wear if you've pissed off Jack Frost.

"Ah!" the woman cried out. When she tried to get away from the storm, she slipped on newly made frost, landing on her butt. Jack, still angry, made a perfect snowball around a medium sized rock. He could throw it. It wasn't that heavy. Quickly, he looked around, making sure there weren't any kids around. There were none, thank god. He didn't want them to get in trouble for something he did.

The rock-snowball hit her directly in the forehead, knocking her onto her back. The man tried to help her up but she smacked his hand away, snarling, "Who threw that?" Jack was glad to see that there was a bruise on the awful woman's face.

He made it hail harder in that one spot before telling the wind to take him to the Pole.

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"Jack!" North grabbed him by his hood, dragging him into the Globe Room. "Where have you been? We have been waiting!"

"Huh?" Jack removed North's hand. He glanced around to see Bunny, Tooth and Sandy sitting at North's dining table. He had forgotten about the meeting. When he'd heard Jamie's voice… "I-I…" Jack tried to speak but found he couldn't. "Uh…"

He guessed that he looked as though he'd been crying (which, he had been) because Tooth came over to him, holding him in a tight hug. She pulled his head onto her shoulder. "Jack?" she asked softly. "Were you at Jamie's?"

Jack let himself cry quietly on her shoulder, hugging Tooth as though she were the most comforting mother. "I-it's Jamie and Sophie…" he said between breaths. "They're dead…"As Jack continued to cry, the other guardians exchanged glances. Tooth bit her lip. They'd known that Sophie and Jamie were going to die. That's why North had called the meeting, to tell Jack. Tooth fidgeted nervously. But, it hadn't worked out that way, had it?

"Oh, Jack…" Tooth whispered. "Oh, Jack. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… We wanted to tell you… I'm sorry, Jack."

If Jack hadn't been so sad, he would have burst out at them, "As if it makes a difference?! They're GONE! DEAD!" but he didn't. He knew that the other guardians took this hard, too. None of them were as close to Jamie and Sophie as he had been but the two were in their hearts, always.

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Spring, summer, autumn, winter. A year passes. Jack tries to visit Jamie and Sophie's grave as often as he can. Even summer. In the early time of spring, Caleb and Claude, twin brothers that Jack had protected when they'd battled Pitch, visited Jamie around Easter. That was all Jack ever saw of them.

Monty and Pippa visited too. More often than not, Jack caught himself wishing that the other kids could see him.

Cupcake visited at the end of autumn and through the winter. She always talked to Jamie and Sophie's graves as if they were still there. Jack was happy to see that she still believed in him.

He was waiting for Cupcake in front of Jamie's grave, tapping his staff on the ground to make frost, when he heard a branch crack. He whipped his head up to see Cupcake in her pink jacket and glittery boots. He smiled. Cupcake had been Jamie's best friend and he really liked her cakes that she made for him.

"Hi, Jack," she said, sitting down next to him. She was holding a picnic basket that, Jack hoped, was filled with cake.

"Hey, Cupcake," Jack replied. "How have you been?"

Cupcake laughed bitterly. "I've been better." Jack frowned slightly. Cupcake had a rough life, not like Jamie's evil momster, but she had four little brothers to care for and a lazy father that couldn't—wouldn't—get a job.

Jack wanted to ask what was wrong but he couldn't. It wasn't really something he could butt into.

Jack rested a hand on her shoulder. "Remember the happy times," was all he said.

Cupcake smiled. "Thanks, Jack. It's just, with Jamie gone, I don't have anyone to help me anymore. Jamie was the older brother I could look up to and we helped each other. Sophie was the little sister I never had. Now, I don't have anyone to help me or hold me or tell me they care—" Cupcake's lip quivered.

The winter spirit pulled her into a hug. "I care. I care and so do Jamie and Sophie. Don't you ever forget how much we care."

"I miss them, Jack." she whimpered. "I miss them…"

"Me, too."

They were silent for a few minutes. It had gotten so quiet that Jack had wondered if Cupcake had fallen asleep. "… Jack, you're cold, Cupcake said. Jack laughed. "Oh, really?" he mocked. "I never noticed." He began to pull away, worried that he'd give the girl frostbite, when Cupcake's grip tightened. "Please… Stay. Hold me for a little…"

So, Jack stayed, holding onto Cupcake, telling her that she was strong and that she could live another day. He realized that, with a lazy father, she must not get the most affection from her family. Why must the children always suffer? he wondered. What had his sister done after he'd died?

"They would be so proud of you right now," Jack said finally. "They… they're always with us, y'know?"

Cupcake looked up at him, her short brown hair sticking to her face. His face was sincere and Cupcake, well… Cupcake believed him. "Where?" she asked. "Where are they?!" She let the tears fall.

Jack flinched at her outburst. Biting his lip, he pointed above her chest, at her heart. "In there. Jamie will never be gone if no one forgets him. Sophie will never truly die if we continue to remember her." Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. "They're here.

"Jack, you're so—stupid." Cupcake leaned on Jamie's grave stone. "No one would ever be able to forget Jamie and Sophie. Not even their good-for-nothing momster."

Jack smiled at that. "I hope she never forgets that I froze her second, third and fourth house during winter." Cupcake laughed.

After a minute of silence, he asked, "Did you make that yummy cheesecake again?"

"Is that all you think about?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "As a matter of fact, I did bring the cheesecake again. And, no, you can't eat it all in one sitting."

"Yes, mom," Jack said and laughed.

So, if I told you that the next chapter was called "Awakening" what would you think it was about?

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Here is chapter three! I was going to add this into chapter two but I thought it would be better to make it chapter three. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Awakening

He cracked his eyes open. All around him were trees, their colors fading between red, brown, yellow and orange. He looked up. It was sunset.

Where was he?

A whisper. He turned left.