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Here ya go, part two. Also, thought of a better title.

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Honestly, he'd seen the lights but been otherwise occupied at the time. Once he was done, he'd commanded the wind to whisk him to the Pole at top speed to arrive before too long passed. North's lectures about punctuality were getting old. In hindsight he probably should have taken his time.

Maybe he could've avoided this whole mess.

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Bunny spilled out of his burrowed tunnel, at North's feet no less, looking absolutely frazzled.

"Bunny! Is good to see-"

"No time for that mate. Frostbite is into something darker and more twisted than Pitch ever was. We gotta put a stop to it." He hopped to the beacon, hastily turning on the lights. "Hopefully he gets here after the four of us. Be just our luck that this be the one time he ain't late."

"Turning on lights my job Aster." The former Cusak huffed, hands on hips. "Slow down and explain please! Jack is prankster but all in good fun yes?"

"That's ain't fair dinkum mate. Probably as long as he's been Jack Frost, he's been..." The Pooka shuddered as he stood up. "...killing children."

"This can't be!"

"Oh I wish it weren't North. I been lookin into strange deaths in the last 300 years. Seen it with me own eyes. Turned a girl into a popsicle this mornin, poor thing was depressed wanted him to make it better. She called him, somehow, to come take her life."

"Oh my word!"

Tooth zipped in and dropped on her rear, wings frozen in shock. She had been talking with Sandy as they arrived. Both were working in east Asia when the call went out. The two ran into each other rather frequently in the field seeing as she and her girls only arrived once a kid was asleep. She had to have heard that wrong. The eternal teen was so sweet and all he'd done against Pitch... There's just no way...

Sandy's brow furrowed while pictures flashed at breakneck speed above his head. Realizing his companions couldn't read quite that fast, he settled for a large question mark and exclamation point. Jack could be careless but to intentionally hurt much less kill a child didn't seem real. Guardians protect childhood, not destroy it. To do so balked at the mission the man in the moon gave them!

"You got anything here that might contain him til we know how to handle this mate?"

"In time could build, but not on hand. Manny, what have you done friend? How could you let it continue?" Santa looked skyward. As usual, the Man in the Moon remained silent. "Bah! If that is case, we stop him ourselves."

"What Pitch crawled outta his hole?"

Instant silence.

The subject of conversation swooped in through the open window. Just as happy go lucky as ever, smiling brightly. When no one spoke, Jack looked around nervously. He dropped down to the polished floor, clutching his staff.

"Guys?"

"It's true...Jack...how could you?" Tooth sobbed. Her hands flew to her mouth in horror. "How could you?!"

"Huh? How could I what?" He looked puzzled but the last pooka wasn't going to be fooled. Not anymore.

"How many since you became a Guardian Frostbite?" Bunny glared. "You can deny the girl in Sweden, but that stain on ya hood's pretty telling."

"Stain? Oh." He looked down confused. Only to sigh immediately after seeing it. A deep red patch blossomed across the lower left side of his hoodie and top of his pants. Now that he wasn't hurdling through the air, the smell of copper became pronounced. "Hoped I never had to explain this to you all."

Sandy responded first with a series of gestures clearly asking why he would end a child's life. How he could even consider such an act. His heart should be pounding in his chest, followed by hyperventilating. Unfortunately that night so long long ago rendered both impossible for him. It didn't take away from the fact that Jack wanted no part of this conversation. He knew that whatever he told them made no difference. It still made him a child killer. The very antithesis of what their group did.

"I don't have a number, but since you know already does it really matter? I can't count them but I do remember every boy and girl. You all seem to be under the impression that I enjoy stealing their lives away."

"What are we supposed to think ya gumby?! That girl froze to death in your arms after you told her to close her eyes-"

"Did you also see the smile on her face? Lova I didn't know very long. An orphan girl abandoned by her family at three due to her heart condition. St. Bartholomew is a very nice place to live with the best doctors but it isn't meant to be permanent. With her sickness and age, chances of placement were slim to none. Why wouldn't any one come for her? Every friend she ever made got adopted so one day, she simply stopped trying to make new ones. Those she came to love would leave her in the end anyways, so why bother?

She felt worthless, that she was a burden to the sisters at the home. As she grew up, her needs naturally became more costly. So much more could be done for the little ones if she simply disappeared so it's what she asked for. Out on Lake Blix she sang the one lullaby she remembered from her mother and called me. I knew all this by touching her face." He didn't look up but sensed they were stunned. Fingering it, he drew their attention back to the bloody stain. "Trevor was a cutter. When they call for me, sometimes just to talk. At least for a little while.

He'd seen his father's schizophrenia drive him into an asylum already. Two years ago he had the first hallucinations of his own. It's hard when people think you're crazy, devastating to know they're right. His dad had tried to hide his illness so maybe if he accepted his, things would be okay. Trevor held out hope that one day, the doctors would get it right. Reality just hit too hard this semester. With grades that looked like swiss cheese from the hospital stays and trial and error meds that didn't work and the record he wracked up with his episodes, there was no way in hell any college would touch him. Sitting in the snow he'd already slashed both wrists but cold tends to slow blood flow. Scared that someone would find him in time, he called out to me. I let him lie his head on my lap, counting stars while one of my storms blocked off the hiking trail."

"You just got believers...and this certainly ain't part of ya legend. It's been happening too long." Aster frowned, still glaring.

"I've always had believers Bunny, I doubt I'd have lasted 300+ years without them. It's just, they don't believe in Jack Frost. Like you guys, I have other names that vary from country to country; some just not meaning the same thing or influenced by local culture. You all exist to give childhood meaning, keep it pure. But when hope dies, dreams shatter, memories fade and wonder ceases, I am always there for them. This is the reason I tried so hard to make you guys dislike me all these years..." Blue eyes closed, clutching his staff like a lifeline.

"Manny created a spirit just to kill the very thing we protect. That makes no sense." Tooth shook her head fervently, unwilling to accept that answer. Children were innocent, thinking of death as an answer to their problems- that's something adults did.

Right?

"Jack...what do young ones call you?" North ventured. The hurt in his comrade's eyes was undeniably true. No matter how grim the facts were, they were still facts. That belly of his could feel it.

"The Patron Saint of Suicide, Winter's Dark Angel." A hollow chuckle followed. "Most often though, they shorten it to St. Jackson or Brother Frost. Haven't the faintest idea how word of me travels but boy does it. And I'm just as busy as any of you. Guess you can't call me a lazy goof off any more huh?"

/This isn't a joke./ Sandy mimed. /Have you tried not doing it? Children request things we cannot honor all the time./

"No shit." There was no bite in those words despite the tone. "You ever tried not spreading your dream sand? I've always known what I was meant to do on some level. But why was it me? What did I do that made the moon choose me? Was I bad somehow? That's what made me angry at the Moon. I should thank Pitch in all honesty. If not for him, I'd still be in the dark."

His staff pulsed and the room was enveloped in white. Then they were standing in a forest at night. Full moon high above. As majestic as the scenery appeared, their eyes flew to the mop of black hair peering over the edge of a ravine. As soon as they saw him, he shut his eyes, spread his arms...and leaned forward.

"Oh!" The group exclaimed as one. Before his feet left the ground though, a familiar figure snagged his hand.

No words were spoken. The two merely stared into each other's panic stricken eyes.

Suddenly images, thoughts and feelings rushed into the Guardians's minds.

This boy was Phillip, just turned 15. His father's job as a fur trader kept him away for months on end. New to the Burgess colony, he, his mother and younger brother had very little in the way of food thanks to the harsh winter. Father would be home in a few weeks but their pantry would feed them only a week more at most. But Douglas was so very tiny. The 3 year old didn't eat much. His mother was pregnant too. If he wasn't there they'd have enough to eat until father returned with more. He loved his family too much to let them starve.

Once the flashes subsided, the vision Jack let go. Right after freezing Phillp solid. For the second time, Bunny did not see his scene faded, taking them back to the present.

"Children have such capacity for selflessness. They tend to believe things beyond their control to be their fault and assume responsibility for them. Manny picked me because of why I died. On the ice that day, I knew there wasn't enought time for both of us to get clear before the surface totally gave way. Instead of running home like a coward, I chose to switch places with Emma. Phillip reminded me of myself even though I couldn't really remember why. He was the first one to call for me the same night I-"

The youngest guardian tensed up mid sentence. Brilliant blue bled away from his irises, leaving them a pure white, save pin pricks of black in the center. A blank expression appeared on his face and arctic winds whipped around the room forcing them to cover their heads. When it subsided, he was gone.

And their faith in what they do and how the world should work went with him.

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