Flowers and a Change in Caretakers
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The flower petals Jack touched were from a luculia! Gamma Cavy got it!
Well, congratulations to all for trying anyway! Here's the third chapter!
Bunny opened his eyes blearily. He stretched in the armchair and looked over to where Jack was lying and groaned. No change in the teen's condition. Just then, Tooth walked in with a tray of carrots and cookies. "Feeling better?" she asked softly as she set the tray down on the desk next to Jack's bed. Bunny nodded. "Can't say the same fer the little bugger, though," he said, ruffling Jack's hair before taking a carrot and munching hungrily on it. Tooth smiled. "You should go to the Warren, Bunny. You know, for our regular patrol." Bunny hesitated. It was true, they had to go on daily patrols to make sure Pitch didn't ambush their places again. But with Jack in such a bad condition…
Tooth seemed to read his mind and flicked his ear. "Don't worry, BunBun. I'll look out for him, and when I can't, Baby Tooth will. So don't worry," she said, patting his shoulder. Just then, Sandy came in through the window, waving his hand as a silent 'Hi'. "See, now there's Sandy, too! And North is always here. So go ahead and leave, come back any time you want."
Bunny grumbled something about 'Wha' the heck is a BunBun?', tapped his feet twice on the floor, and hopped in, saying, "I'll be righ' back."
~❄§*UN-MELTING*§❄~
"Hey, mum." Mrs. Overland looked over to where her nine-year-old son, Jack, was jogging lightly over to where she was sitting down. "What are you doing?" His mother laughed. "Oh, just here, enjoying the scenery," she replied. Jack tilted his head. "Okay, but dad says you should get back, and to be careful because of the baby. It's really cold out." "I know, hun. Sit down for a while?" she offered, patting the spot next to her. He sat down, and looked at her inquisitively. "Mom, what's that flower doing in your hair? It's winter!" "Hmm? Oh, this. It's a luculia. See, they grow in winter, and if you sprinkle their petals all around, it looks like it's raining. Or," she laughed, tickling her son, "snow, if you'd like."
Jack gasped between giggles and laughs, begging mercy from his mother's hands. "Mom! *giggle* Stop-*snort*-stop tickling me!" Smiling, the mother figure of the Overland family withdrew her hands and wrapped her arms around him, who shuffled closer into the hug. "Mom?" "Yes, honey?" "What are you going to name my sibling?" "Hmm." She closed her eyes. "I haven't decided yet." "What?" Jack was up in an instant. "But that's really important!" "Well, then, maybe you'd like to help me, Jack."
Jack tilted his head and looked skywards. "I dunno..." His eyes brightened when he saw the moon in the sky. "Look, Mom! It's a full moon!" he chirped, pointing to the sky excitedly and jumping up and down. Mrs. Overland stood up next to her son. "Oh my. I didn't know it was going to be a full moon today." She shook her head. "Maybe I lost count." She let herself be dragged over to their house by her son, brushing her fingers to take the flowers out of her hair. She was surprised to find that there were none, and looked down to see them in Jack's hands. "Oh, you sneaky little boy," she laughed when Jack threw them all over her. "Now you have snow flowers over your hair!" he grinned, and they both closed the door behind them.
Jack shook himself out of another memory. He picked a single clear petal out of the pile and turned it over in his hand. "A luculia, huh?" he whispered, letting it flutter down to join the others in the pile. He moved on, only stopping to try and make out whatever had caught his fancy. It was like eye-shopping, or at least that's what he thought Pippa and Cupcake called it. Jack finally pulled the cover off of something that was a soft color of beige and slightly spilling over the other side of the table. "Hmm," he hummed, hand skimming over the piece of memory. He grasped it tightly in his hand as his mind recalled something that he had once vowed never to forget.
"Mom! Mom! Can I see her? Can I see her?" Jack bounced up and down, excited to see the newest addition to the family. Mrs. Overland laughed, while her husband shushed their older child. "She's sleeping, Jack," his mother whispered, but was interrupted by a tiny hand reaching out and pinching her nose. "Not anymore!" cheered Jack, and his mother finally relented, letting the ten-year-old see the baby, all wrapped up in a comfy blanket. "Is it a boy?" he asked, but visibly deflated when his father shook his head. "Aww, man." His father poked his nose. "Now, that's not nice. Think how fun it would be to lead her all around, show her all the places you go when you ditch your chores," he chuckled at the look on Jack's face. "But I don't want to share my secret hiding spots!" Jack pouted. "Consider it for a while, Jack."
And he did. The longer he thought, the more he saw him and his sister playing games together, introducing her to the other kids, being a...
"A big brother," he breathed, the subject so foreign to him yet so inviting. He looked back to the small child wrapped up in the soft blanket, reached out, and held her hand, eyes widening when the small fist grabbed his finger with no intentions of letting go. A laugh bubbled up in his throat, and he smiled widely to the little child in the blanket.
His little sister.
When the memory had faded, Jack's eyes remained closed. How could he ever have forgotten her? After what seemed to be an eternity, icy blue eyes opened and looked down at the blanket in his hand. It was as soft as he remembered, and had the same tint of light brown in it. Sighing nostalgically, he slid down on the wall next to the table and slept, the small memory nestled near his heart.
Y'know, you guys are really lucky to get this chapter; I'm sick. Well, see you guys later!
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