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Jamie bennet was born in spring. Spring was his favourite season- the time he was happiest, though he never really was anything else. His mother and father cared deeply for him and, since birth, he had always been catered to with the greatest amount of attention- and while he was aware that they didn't believe in the legends they told him of, they never spoke a word about it, always letting Jamie indulge in that which gave him joy.

His younger sister, Sophie, had been born in summer when he was six years old. To be truthful, he hadn't been too thrilled at first- he'd wanted a brother or, better yet, no sibling at all. He was loath to share the attention that his parents gave him, but it didn't take him long to warm up to the precocious little girl. As she grew, he took great pleasure in telling her all there was to know about the various legends that he knew of, even when she didn't understand them. The most difficult to explain had, surprisingly, been the Easter Bunny. He'd always known that the Easter Bunny wasn't a simple cute little rabbit- he had to be at least a little bigger to get all the eggs around the world in time, after all. Sophie had frowned in confusion, so he drew her a picture. The Easter Bunny became her favourite. Summer was Jamie's favourite season.

It was summer again and Sophie was two years old when their father left. The effect had been devastating- his mother had cried for weeks afterwards, then simply gone silent. Sophie had cried for a time, but was soon half-heartedly playing with her toys once again. Torn even further than he already was at the sight of sadness in Sophie's eyes, Jamie used his birthday money to buy her a small rabbit toy- it cheered her like nothing else, and the sight of her unfaltering smile was enough to keep Jamie going until most of the pain had faded. Jamie hated summer. He'd always liked autumn better anyway.

Jamie's friends were, to put it frankly, the best in the world. He had known them since kindergarten and they always knew how to make him happy. With their help, the memory of his father's departure was now distant and he, in turn, managed to put a smile back on his mother's face. He began telling her all that she hadn't known about the legends before, and felt his heart soar when she grinned and laughed in response. Winter was always the best time- he, Sophie and their mother would all huddle in front of their small fireplace in the living room and they would listen as he told his stories, or play board games or watch a movie, glancing at the snow falling outside with a feeling of contentment.

Winter was, by far, his favourite season, and he felt as if it always had been. The sight of falling snow sent shivers not of cold but of excitement through his body and the sheer fun of a snowball fight was immeasurable. Late at night, when dark thoughts clouded his mind and refused to allow him sleep, Jamie found solace in the frost that spread in fern-like patterns across the panes of his windows and the drawings he made on them- fleeting in truth, but lasting in memory.

The incident with Pitch had left Jamie more shaken than he'd let on. Until meeting the Guardians themselves, he'd been having nightmares for weeks beforehand- horrid dreams revolving around all the worst moments in his life. Sophie with the flu. His mother's depression. The death of his grandmother. Again and again, Jamie was subjected to the memories until he felt his will to smile crumbling, just barely held together by his belief in the legends and, eventually, his meeting with them and the later defeat of Pitch. Finally, and for him, most importantly, there was the start of his close friendship with the being known as Jack Frost.

Surprisingly, his second meeting with Jack was much more tense at first than he'd expected. Jamie had been sitting at his desk when he'd felt it- the sudden, cold breeze tousling his hair, rustling the pages of the book he'd been reading. Surprised, Jamie turned around, sure that he'd left the window closed, only to see the pale face of his new friend staring back at him with an oddly anxious expression, replaced quickly with relief when Jamie adopted a wide grin. Jamie had hastened to the window, opening it fully, standing aside and waiting for Jack to enter. An intense bubbling sensation had started in his chest- he was truly joyful to see his friend again, but that joy faded a little with Jack's next words. In a quiet, hesitant voice, he'd asked him a question.

"H-hey, Jamie, um... Can I come in?"

Jamie had been stunned. "Of course!" he'd exclaimed and, taking Jack by the arm, he'd outright pulled the sprite into his room, ignoring the cold he brought in with him. Beaming, Jamie then began to talk, and he and Jack spent the next few hours doing just that. It took a while, but Jack eventually loosened up and when Jamie spoke a little of his own life, Jack was soon eager to recount his own.

For a few weeks afterwards, Jack had still been awkward upon entry, but at Jamie's insistence, he finally started climbing through Jamie's window permission at all hours of the night. The problem presented itself again the year after, when winter came once again, though thankfully it disappeared far more quickly. Jack's visits had quickly became something both he and his friends all looked forward to- Jamie most of all. The sight of falling snow became not just a trigger of excitement but of true anticipation, snowball wars were fought with the greatest enthusiasm and laughter rang far and wide all during the winter months- all thanks to the blue-hooded spirit.

As Jamie found himself once again sitting cross-legged on his bed with Jack by his side, he thought to himself that winter had always been his favourite season.

And now it always would be.

GAH! I LOVE the brotherly relationship between those two!

Anywho, I refuse to believe that the first time Jack visited Jamie after the whole Pitch thing he just kinda burst in and was like "Hey there, let's play!" or something similar.

300 years alone time.

I figure it'd be pretty hard to believe straight away that someone could actually see you after that.

Anywho, thanks for reading, review pls I do ever so love it :3

Also, take note: there will be OC's in this fic from time to time, but never will they be all that important and never will there be any romance. They may be recurring, but it's unlikely.

Thanks again! :D