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When Sandy found out, he was heartbroken. There was no other way to describe it. He supposed he should have expected it, seeing as how the others were blind to whom Jack really was and only ever saw him as a mischievous imp. He had been asking for disappointment in a sense, but he had been curious; what happened after he had been 'killed' by Pitch? The answer? Jack betrayed us and ended up with Pitch, ruining Easter. He somehow got the last light, a little boy named Jamie Bennett to believe in the Guardians again, so he was forgiven for his transgression.
That was wrong. He knew it was wrong because Jack wasn't like that at all, but how could he prove it if Jack just pasted on a convincingly fake smile and told them all 'Gee, thanks. You shouldn't have.' While his broke a little bit more. They were wrong and if Jack wasn't going to say what happened he knew some 'people' who would. First he would have to find the little tooth fairy that Jack calls 'Baby Tooth'…
He found her in Taiwan, collecting incisors from twins. Quickly he signed to her that he wanted to know what happened after they left the Warren. She told him everything that she knew, but couldn't go farther than seeing her sisters in cages, because that's when she got caught. However, she did tell Sandy of what happened right before they convinced the last light that the Guardians were real. But that was enough for Sandy.
His next stop was to see Seraphina Pitchner, aka Mother Nature. When he arrived at her grotto, he waited to see if he was welcomed or not, often times if you weren't welcomed you would experience every discomfort nature had to offer, and Sandy…well he'd rather not risk it. In any case, when he saw a monarch butterfly fly up to him purposely, he took that as a green light. After several twists and turns, he found her in her throne waiting for him. He told her the situation and finally asked if he could talk to the wind her side, since she was with him through it all. Seraphina was as appalled as Sandy was when the North Wind, Jack's wind, told them everything that had happened, the little girl's voice Jack had heard call out to him, and how for the first time in his entire existence as Jack Frost, he recognized somebody's voice without knowing who that person was…how he was being baited by Pitch, taunted by his insecurities, only to have them come true after his encounter. How he was so upset, so frustrated that he almost threw away his memories, if only to atone for his mistakes…how he was hurt when Pitch broke his staff and kicked him down a crevasse, leaving him for dead. She told them of his memories and how he shared them with her, of his sister, his mother, his friends, his father, his death…
She told them everything they needed to hear and more, because, she explained to them in her soft murmuring voice, someone needs to be there for my child, sometimes even I'm not enough…
Sandy's heart broke.
He understood that feeling. He felt it every time he saw Jack's eyes dull, every time his laughs became more forced, every time his smiles turned plastic, every time Bunny jabbed at a festering wound but didn't realize it because Jack would always counter with a scathing sarcastic remark, every time Tooth was too close to Jack for comfort and Jack had to hide otherwise unnoticeable flinches whenever she touched him or looks of incomprehension whenever she hugged him. He felt that way every time Jack gazed longingly at a toy in Santa's workshop only for North to remain completely oblivious and scold Jack saying that it was for the kids, and that he is still on the naughty list because he helped Pitch. He felt that way when he was doing his runs and he finds Jack staring inside a home with such sadness and longing that it hurts him, or the many times he's found Jack begging, pleading with Manny to just…talk to him.
Sandy never felt like he was enough for Jack.
He probably would never be enough for Jack, but at least Jack had more people in his corner now. At least Jack wouldn't have to be alone when he tried picking up the pieces of his heart. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for Jack. With that thought he knew what he had to do.
