So, I think I can update this story every Sunday/Monday, depending on which is more convenient. As far as my other story—I should have the next chapter out on Friday, well, I hope I'm able to, 'cause it's my only other free day. So… yeah.

Anyway, thanks to Justrockzyxxx for the review, it means so much!

Enjoy~

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Alice closed the book softly—trying not to stir her cousin back awake. There was no surprise that Thomas drifted into slumber halfway into the second chapter. The entire time he had his eyes screwed shut trying to fall asleep faster—he wanted the Tooth Fairy to come.

The Tooth Fairy… Alice truthfully had always wondered why there was a fairy who collected children's teeth of all things. Gross, fallen out baby teeth—and she would give you a quarter for it. Alice bit back a giggle—strange things, these myths. Nevertheless, she placed a bookmark on the page she left off. No doubt the next possible chance Thomas would want to hear what happened next, since she was sure he drifted off around the part where Jack Frost got shoved into a burlap sack by yetis.

None of it made sense.

The girl stood up from the edge of the bed, slipping away into her own room. The green and white colors of the bedroom were dull in the moonlit space—which usually helped lull her to sleep. Because despite what Thomas and her Grandpa Jamie said—there was no such thing as a Sandman either. Alice was fairly certain that her grandfather only told these stories to Thomas to keep him full of hope and wonder. To make sure he had good dreams and pleasant memories. And overall—just for the fun of it. Yet the more she listened, the more she noticed it was as if he actually believed as well.

Even her Great Aunt Sophie talked as though they were real—except she mostly fixated her tales around the Easter Bunny.

They both were really, really childish.

That's all it was—childish stories. She was sure of it. So as the teen slipped under her covers and laid down, she stared at the walls—slowly lulling herself to sleep. She was out of it before the golden sand even slipped through her window…

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Tooth fluttered past houses, humming softly to herself. Jack had told her there was one stop she might have wanted to personally visit, and although she was skeptical at first, all it took was the frostbite mentioning the kid lived in Burgess for her to realize he meant Jamie's grandson. The fact that he told her to say hello to the last light as well proved it.

She couldn't resist the smile tugging at her lips, she was more than happy to swing by Jamie's house, but deep down she knew why Jack was so desperate for everyone to see him again.

He was going to pass soon.

The smile fell—it really had been more than a few years, hadn't it? Tooth counted for a moment—alright, 87 years to be exact. She had collected Jamie's last baby tooth when he was 10, and fast forward she was gathering his grandchildren's teeth now. Grandchildren!

But that of course meant he was a grandfather… and no question that he was soon going to leave their world. It was sad.

Finally though, she arrived at the window of the boy's room. The 6 year old was fast asleep, golden sand swirling above his head in the shape of a spaceship. Her smile returned—he looked so peaceful. Ever so slowly, she slipped into his room, gently raising his head as she dug around the pillow for his tooth. She bubbled once she saw it—it was so white! No cavities or chips and wow did he floss! Tooth had her little silent celebration at the perfection of Thomas's incisor, before staring at the boy again with a warm grin. She just as swiftly placed a quarter under his pillow and laid his head back down, brushing his bangs from his face. She missed seeing children like this.

"Sleep well," she murmured in a light, airy voice, and then turned to his bedroom door. If Jamie really was at the end of the line, she wanted to talk with him… all she had to do was find his room first.

She flittered down the hall, searching for the boy who was their last hope 87 years ago. Who was their guardian. The thought was actually a bit amusing—they were the Guardians of Children, and that child was like the Guardian of the Guardians. She saw the door at the end of the hall, and ever so slowly she cracked it open. Jamie was already asleep, and Tooth's frown returned. She studied his features—the wrinkles on his face and hands and his white, messy hair. The dark circles under his closed eyes and how he appeared to be skin and bone. He looked so worn out. She sighed softly, tears pricking her eyes. She was going to miss him!

She leaned down and placed a motherly kiss on the man's forehead, holding back her tears until she got outside. She slipped away through Jamie's window, and flew off.

Tooth congratulated herself for managing to hang onto her tears until she was out of Burgess.

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"Jack, what is wrong?"

The frostbite turned to North, tears evident in his icy blue eyes. The boy wiped his sleeve across his face, drying his cheeks before speaking, "Nothing, North. It's nothing…"

"Is something if you are crying," the guardian stated. Jack just looked away—he hated crying in front of others. He refused to—the only tears they ever saw from him were when he was too happy for words to describe. But tears when he was sad? No, he would never let them fall.

"… Jamie."

North's brow furrowed, he knew where it was going, "Need to talk?"

"No."

"Cannot suffer in silence, Jack."

The teen croaked out, "Yes, I can. I did for 300 years and I can do it now, too."

"Let me rephrase—don't have to suffer in silence," North corrected, putting his hand on Jack's shoulder. To his surprise and relief, the boy didn't jerk away like usual. He didn't speak, but he didn't jerk away either. Everyone knew just how hard it would be—knowing that Jack's first believer ever, the first person to acknowledge him after 300 years was going to leave for good. It was brutal.

"I'll be fine…," Jack whispered, drying his face off again. The damn tears wouldn't stop falling! North gave the boy a pat on the back, making Jack sway forward from the unintentional force. After a few moment of silence, the frostbite stood up, "I'm gonna go give some places an early-winter dusting… I'll be back soon."

North debated whether to say something to him before he left, but by the time he thought of the words, Jack was gone…

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Jack was silent, scattering swarms of flurries around the forest he called home. It wasn't exactly the light dusting he had assured North he would do—but it made him feel better. It made him feel content and safe, and at the moment he needed that. Jamie was dying—and so was Jack. While it was true that the frostbite couldn't physically die, it didn't stop the feeling in his chest like his heart had stopped. Jamie was like his little brother… and then his older brother. But a brother to him nonetheless, and Jack did not want to live an eternity without his brother.

He watched the snow fall, before looking towards the population of Burgess. In a soft call to the wind, he was flying overtop the houses, the snow falling behind him. It was the start of December—and while they said it would be cold, but not snowy, Jack had other plans.

One more snow day.

He wanted to give Jamie one more snow day, even if his first believer couldn't play in the snow, it felt right. It felt like something that needed to be done. Jamie was leaving soon, and Jack was hoping… no, determined to make the most of what was left.

The city was covered in a thick blanket of snow when he was done—and despite everything, Jack smiled.

He smiled for Jamie.