Chapter Three
Jamie sighs as he slowly makes his way through the deserted, ice-covered roads of Burgess to his family home.
Since that day ten years ago, Winters have been harsh, dreadfully cold, and often times, deadly. It seems every time the snow falls, someone gets injured. He wishes Jack was around to do something about it. Maybe he's the cause, insists an annoying part of his mind. He banishes that thought instantly, though. Jack Frost would never hurt anyone.
With a breath of relief, he pulls into the driveway, a big smile on his face as he sees one of his favorite people excitedly bouncing on the front steps. "Mom know you're out here in this cold?" he asks his little sister as he steps out of the car.
"Does it matter?" Sophie giggles, launching herself at her much taller brother. The girl isn't even wearing a coat, just a blue hoodie similar to what Jack used to wear. "I'm glad you're home, Jamie. The winters have been weird without you and Jack." She grins, snow falling on her hair and shoulders.
Jamie catches the small girl, twirling her around in an effort to keep them both upright on the slick ice. After a tight hug, he pulls back, settling her on his hip. "Still no sign of him?" he asks, worry in his voice.
Sophie shakes her head. "Sorry, I know how much you miss him." Not wanting to look at her brother, Sophie wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his jacket. "Where do you think he went?" She asks, her voice muffled.
"I wish I knew, Soph," Jamie answers, carrying her up the steps to the front door. "I just hope wherever he is, he's doing okay..."
Sophie's eyes get misty as she thinks about the last time they had seen Jack. He'd seemed normal and carefree, though when Bunny had arrived he left looking worried. "Do you think it had something to do with what Bunny told him the last time we saw him?" She asks, looking up into her brother's eyes.
Opening the door and stepping inside the warm house, Jamie hums, "Maybe. They left in a hurry, so who knows?"
His thoughts are interrupted as their mother rushes up to him, gushing about her "big college boy". Jamie laughs, giving the shorter woman a hug with his free arm so as not to drop his sister. Thoughts of the Guardian of Fun are pushed to the back of his mind for the moment, but not gone. Never gone.
Jack watches Jamie from the woods, his staff clutched tightly in his hand. He's pale, almost as white as the snow that surrounds him, and his eyes are dark and sunken back into his skull. He's thinner than he used to be, and his gray hair has grown so his bangs are constantly in his eyes and tickles the back of his neck. The most striking the years have done to the boy is take away his smile. He can't even remember the last time he's laughed or smiled since he'd been with Pitch.
"Jamie..." he whispers, watching the house wistfully.
Pitch, feeling particularly agitated with Christmas just around the corner, growls in frustration as he realizes a certain spirit is not anywhere to be found in the dark lair. Moving within his dark sand, he quickly locates the boy with the help of his Nightmares, lurking on the edge of Burgess in the trees.
"What did I tell you about coming here?" he asks, voice eerily emotionless.
"I just needed to see Jamie..." Jack says softly, turning his dark eyes to Pitch.
Without warning, Pitch backhands the boy across the face. "I believe I asked you a question," he growls.
The force of the blow sends Jack into a nearby tree, his head colliding with it painfully. "You told me not to come near Burgess," Jack mumbles, his head spinning as he struggles to keep his feet under himself.
"Care to tell me why, then, you decided to come here anyway?" His voice just dares him to say something he doesn't approve of.
"I told you, I needed to see Jamie..." Jack whispers, unable to look at Pitch.
With a snarl, Pitch grabs the boy by the collar of his hoodie, slamming him into a nearby tree before pulling him close. He shakes Jack to get him to look him in the eye before saying lowly, "That's quite enough sass out of you, boy". With that, he throws him onto the cold ground.
Jack crumples, gasping for air through the heavy haze of pain clouding his mind.
Pitch reaches down to pick the Winter Spirit up by the frost-covered hood of his shirt. "I told you it's pointless coming here anymore," he scoffs hatefully. Then more softly he adds, "Those children of yours have already grown up, Jack; they've moved on. Seeing them now would only cause you more pain".
Jack squeezes his eyes shut, wanting to be far from Pitch, but knowing he can't. He has to fight the tears that threaten to fall when Pitch says Jamie and his sister don't believe in him anymore. "Why are you doing this...?" he asks softly, finally able to look at the taller man with glassy, half-dead eyes, most of the fight long gone from them.
Setting the boy upright, hand around his upper arm to keep his thin frame from toppling over, Pitch answers, "I care about you, Jack; you've become like a son to me over the years. I couldn't bare it to see you so devastated at seeing first hand that Jamie didn't believe in you anymore".
Jack looks away from Pitch, to Jamie's house, with eyes full of longing. If only Jamie would just walk out that front door, showing Jack he was alive and well, would make it easier for him to return to Pitch's lair.
As Jack stares at the house, a cold gust of wind swirls around them, bringing sparkling snowflakes with it. The more forlorn Jack becomes, the harder the wind blows, bringing more and more snow and ice with it.
Pitch grips the arm a bit tighter, not painfully so, but enough to get the boy's attention. "You've given this place enough snow already, haven't you?" He scolds gently, the anger from earlier all but forgotten.
"But if it snows, Jamie will come out," Jack says, sounding lost and desperate when he looks at Pitch. "I have to see him..."
After a moment's thought, Pitch sighs, releasing his hold on Jack's arm. "Very well. You may stay for a little bit longer, however," he interrupts the hopeful look flashing across the boy's face, "you are to stay here. No interacting, is that clear?"
Reluctant, Jack nods. To show that he'll listen, he drops down to the snow, sitting with his back to a tree and his knees pulled up to his chest.
"Good," Pitch says, giving a small nod of his own. "I expect you back at the lair by sundown. No later." With that, he disappears in a rush of dark sand.
After a hearty lunch at the insistence of their mother, who refused to take no for an answer with a, "College students never eat well, so sit down and eat up," Jamie heads for the front door, grabbing his coat off the rack on the wall.
"How about a snowball fight for old time's sake?" he throws over at his sister.
"Of course!" Sophie shouts, stuffing the last of her lunch in her mouth and running to catch up with her brother. It doesn't take her much time at all to pull on her coat and boots, and slip on a pair of gloves.
Jamie laughs at the girl's enthusiasm, pulling on his own gloves and shoving a beanie on his head. The cold wind momentarily knocks the air out of him as he opens the door, but he pushes the discomfort aside in light of the impending fight to come.
"You're going down!" he yells, rushing out into the knee-high snow and scooping up ammunition to throw at Sophie.
Jack's eyes light up as he sees first Jamie, then Sophie emerge from the house, wrapped up snug and warm in their winter clothing.
"I'd like to see you try!" Sophie replies, running out into the snow. The cold is bone-chilling, but she doesn't care as she starts to pick up handfuls of snow and pack them into snowballs. Trying to get one up on her brother, Sophie throws the first snowball. She follows Jamie as he dodges the snow and darts into the woods.
With a small smile on his lips, Jack watches the two play. "You've gotten big, Jamie..." Jack mumbles to no one in particular. "I guess that's what ten years does to a person..." He watches Jamie taking cover nearby, trying to resist the urge to reach out to the boy - no, young man.
Jamie's eyes widen as he hears his name from somewhere nearby. Looking around, he doesn't see the snowball coming straight towards him. It hits him right in the side of the head, freezing powder exploding around him.
Jack chuckles softly, a sad, forlorn sound as he watches Jamie get nailed with the snowball. He can't help but be bitter over the fact he thinks Jamie can't see him anymore. He leans his head on his knees, dark hair flopping into his eyes as he watches the fight through his scraggly bangs.
"Yes! First blood!" Sophie shouts in triumph, charging her brother while throwing more snowballs, oblivious to his distraction.
"No fair, Soph! I was distracted!" Jamie calls out, darting between trees to avoid the barrage of snow. As he turns around a corner, he's shocked to see someone sitting there. He backpedals to try to avoid them, but slips on the surprisingly icy ground and lands with an "oof" in the snow.
"All's fair in love and-" Sophie stops mid sentence when she sees her brother on the ground, and gasps when she sees the dark, ominous figure sitting under a tree. The snow around him is rather churned up, the evidence of a bit of a scuffle, and Sophie eyes him warily.
Jack simply stares at the siblings, too shocked to remember his promise to Pitch.
Jamie pushes himself into a sitting position, shaking his head to rid it of the snow stuck to his face and hat as he looks at the small boy sitting huddled against the tree. Upon further inspection, he notices a large bruise on his right cheek. Leaning forward a bit, he asks, "Are you alright? What are you doing out here by yourself?"
Jack tries to scramble back, away from Jamie, but he's already back against a tree. "I, um..."
Leaning back, Jamie holds up his hands, showing he means no harm. "Hey now, no need to be scared. We're not gonna hurt you," he reassures softly. "Can you tell me your name? How old you are?"
"Jackson." He says softly, not looking the boy in the eye. He decides he'll deal with the consequences later; any punishment of Pitch's is nothing compared to his longing for his friends. "You've gotten big."
Jamie shares a glance with Sophie at that before turning back to the frightened boy. Trying to coax him into calming down a bit, he says, "Jackson, huh? That's a cool name".
Jack looks at Jamie, tears welling in his eyes as he realizes the boy doesn't recognize him. "Th-Thanks." Jack says, forcing a shaking smile. What if Pitch was right? He sees me, so he still believes, but...
Noticing the tears, Jamie carefully reaches a hand out and places it on Jackson's shoulder. He briefly thinks that the boy is unnaturally cold, but blames that on the fact that he's obviously been out here a while, if the dirt marring the small frame is anything to go by. "What's the matter? Are you hurt?"
Jack flinches when Jamie places a warm hand on his shoulder, but doesn't pull away. He shakes his head no, not trusting his voice.
"Our house is just right over there," Jamie says, glancing down at the pale bare feet buried in the snow. "We can get you warmed up, get ahold of your parents...what do you say?"
Jack hesitates. If Pitch doesn't want him to interact with the siblings, he certainly won't like him going into their house. Finally, Jack nods. To heck with Pitch. I'll deal with him later, he thinks sourly.
Jamie stands and reaches a hand out to Jackson to help him up. With a warm smile, he says, "Everything will be alright, I promise".
Weak from his time with Pitch, Jack accepts Jamie's hand and pulls himself up with some effort. When he gets to his feet, his body starts shaking from nervousness.
Mistaking his nerves for cold, Sophie pulls off her coat and wraps it around Jack's shoulders. "You're only wearing a hoodie; you must be cold," Sophie comments.
Feeling proud of his sister, Jamie pulls off his beanie and puts it on Jackson's head, then places an arm around his shoulders to help him stay upright as they begin to walk. "So how old are you?" he asks in an attempt at small talk.
Jack turns to Jamie, hesitating before deciding to lie. "Seventeen."
Looking down, Jamie chuckles. "Kinda small for your age, huh?" he teases, as he notices Jackson only comes up to his shoulder.
"You have no idea." Jack mumbles, glad to be around his old friend again, even if Jamie doesn't recognize him.
Jamie laughs at that, even though he doesn't quite understand it. Then turning a mischievous smirk from Jackson to Sophie, then back again, he says, "We're gonna have to get you to smile more!" He waves his free hand around animatedly as he continues. "Being sad is just boring. I am a firm believer that the secret to a long, happy life is fun, so once we get you all warmed up, I wanna see a real smile, alright?"
"You better listen to him, Jackson, he means it," Sophie laughs at her brother.
"Of course I mean it!" Jamie beams. "My best friend taught me that when I was a kid, and it's been how I live my life ever since."
Jack can't help but blush as he feels the corners of his mouth tug up into a small smile. Before he can really think about what he's doing, Jack wraps his arms around Jamie, overwhelmed and overjoyed that the boy hadn't forgotten him.
Jamie stops walking as Jackson hugs him, though he barely hesitates to return the hug as he feels the intensity in the boy's grip. It's apparently been quite some time since he's had someone to hold him.
Despite being over three centuries old, Jack feels so young and vulnerable around the now much older Jamie. With his arms around him like this, Jack's brought back to those winters spent playing with Jamie and his sister - all the snowball fights, times spent ice skating and sledding- and Jack just wants to cry. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
Jamie tightens his hold as he feels the boy start to tremble. Bringing a hand up to rest on his head, he asks softly, "It's been a long time since you've had any fun, hasn't it?"
Jack just nods, not trusting himself not to break down crying if he says anything.
At first, his time with Pitch had been great - the older spirit really had seemed to understand Jack's loneliness and had been kind to him. But, whenever he had mentioned wanting to see Jamie, or played any pranks, Pitch had begun to treat him cruelly. It had started with Pitch just scolding him, but had quickly escalated into being struck. Now Jack lives in fear, wondering what he'll do next to deserve being hit.
One thing Pitch had kept his word on, however, was that he'd make Jack stronger. Through harsh training and more fear, Jack's heart had calloused over and his winters became colder and crueler, just as Pitch had.
Jamie stands there holding Jackson for several more minutes until the cold biting at his exposed ears finally makes him pull away. Smiling, he crouches down in front of the boy saying, "Hop on, your feet have got to be freezing".
Jack balks for a moment before conceding, climbing onto Jamie's broad back. "Thanks," he says softly, trying to hide his blush.
Sophie watches her brother with Jackson, and thinks about how Jamie had seemed to tame the wild animal that was this young boy, who's just a few years older than herself. The boy, who had seemed so frightened at first, had quickly warmed up to her brother.
"You'd make a great dad, Jamie," Sophie laughs, smiling. "I think you made the right choice, deciding to be a teacher."
Easily getting back to his feet with the light boy on his back, Jamie laughs at his sister. "I'd say my choice of career would be a given, considering who my role models are." He then blanches comically at her first comment. "And I love kids, don't get me wrong, but you know how spoiled those guys are gonna make our kids someday? Every year, they'll be expecting something even more extravagant!"
"Well, at least it would take the pressure off of us if they were the ones getting them the cool stuff," Sophie laughs. "But you're right, they'd be spoiled rotten, but so were we. Last I checked we turned out just fine."
Sophie smiles wistfully, thinking about her vague memories of Jack Frost who, for obvious reasons, had been much more attached to her older brother. He, more than any of the other Guardians who had been around them these past ten years, had influenced her brother. Though she could barely remember Jack herself, Jamie had told her so many wonderful stories about him and his snowball fights, she couldn't help but believe in the fun-loving winter spirit.
Jack zones out of the conversation as he remembers carrying Jamie just like this after he had helped the Guardians keep Pitch from ruining everyone's childhood with terrible nightmares. He wraps his thin arms around Jamie's neck but is careful not to squeeze too tight.
"Well, I know I turned out fine. You're still up for debate, though," Jamie teases, eyes sparkling mischievously. He smiles as Jackson builds up the courage to hang on tighter, hoisting him up farther and beginning the short trek back to the house. "Doesn't he still come get you every year?"
"Yup." Sophie beams, sticking her tongue out at her brother. "Bet you wish he'd bring you, too."
"That's your thing, not mine," Jamie retorts, though he can't hide the chuckle in his voice.
"Who are you talking about?" Jacks asks curiously, though he has a good idea of who they mean. After all, he hoped he'd influenced the Guardians at least that much in his short time he'd spent with them.
Turning his head slightly so he can see Jackson over his shoulder, Jamie answers, "Oh, just the Easter Kangaroo. They're not supposed to have them, but Sophie's his favorite so he takes her every night before Easter to his Warren to help with all the last minute touch ups on the eggs". His voice is completely serious, though his face is whimsical, as if it's a perfectly normal thing for a twenty-year-old man to say.
"Bunny!" Sophie exclaims, laughing. "He's a bunny! Yet another habit you picked up from Frost."
"Kangaroo?" Jack chuckles. Though Sophie has no idea how much her comment affected him. They remember me! He inwardly exclaims, suddenly very happy; more happy than he's been in years!
"Details," Jamie laughs, smirking at his sister. Then to Jackson, he answers, "Technically he's the Easter Bunny, but he's like six feet tall and has an Australian accent. My best friend used to call him a kangaroo, irked him to no end, and it just kinda stuck with me".
Jack chuckles, though his throat constricts as he hears Jamie call him his best friend. He'd never had a best friend before! At that, Jack can no longer hold back his tears and they begin to fall, though now more from shame. Why did I give this up? Why did I think Pitch was someone who could help me...?
Surprised by the boy's sudden tears, Jamie stops in his tracks, craning his neck to look at him so he doesn't have to set him down in the cold snow again. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, alarmed. "We didn't freak you out did we?"
Jack's grip tightens, his tears still freely flowing. "N-No..." Jack mumbles through his tears. "It's not you."
Heart going out to the distraught boy, Jamie moves over to a nearby bench in the yard of his childhood home and kneels down to settle him on it. Then turning and squatting to be eye level with Jackson, he says gently, "You can talk to me if you want, you know. Whatever's bothering you, maybe we can can help, yeah?" A pause, then, "You don't have to be alone. Sophie and I will be here for you, right Soph?"
"Of course!" Sophie exclaims, nodding. "Jamie's helped me through a lot, and if it's a secret there's no one better than us to go to." She gives the boy a warm, encouraging smile as she comes to stand beside her brother in front of Jack. She places a comforting hand on his cold knee.
"You'll hate me if I tell you." Jack says quietly, unable to look at the siblings. His dark hair flops into his eyes, hiding them from Jamie and Sophie.
Jamie leans forward to rest his arms on his thighs, smiling gently at the younger boy. "Why don't you let us be the judges of that?"
"What if I told you I am Jack Frost...?" He says softly, unable to look up into Jamie's brown eyes. He's not even sure he said it loud enough for the two to hear.
Whatever Jamie was expecting the boy to answer with, this certainly isn't it. His eyes grow impossibly wide, air feeling like it's in short supply as he breathes out, "You're...you're Jack?"
Jack nods, curling his legs up to his body. "I've made some bad choices..." Jack whispers, ashamed of himself.
Ignoring the boy's words, Jamie lunges forward, grabbing Jack and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that knocks him back into the snow. "I knew you were alive," he says, the tears rolling down his cheeks evident in his voice. "I missed you, Jack. So much..."
Jack is happy beyond words to be accepted by the boy once again. This time the tears that stream down Jack's face are from happiness as he smiles. "I missed you, too, kiddo. You wouldn't believe how much," Jack says, returning the hug the best he can manage with his weak body.
Pitch had taken many things from him over the years, but there was one thing he'd never be able to take from him: Jamie Bennett.
Sophie watches the exchange with a shocked smile, happy for her brother.
Pulling back, hands still on Jack's shoulders, Jamie gives him a once over. Noticing all of the obvious changes with a hint of sadness at how frail his best friend and childhood hero has become, he says instead, "You've gotten smaller".
Jack rubs the back of his head and looks at the ground, ashamed. "I'm sorry," he blurts. "I've let you down..."
Raising an eyebrow at the abrupt subject change, Jamie asks, "What do you mean?"
"I messed up, Jamie. I joined Pitch," Jack answers, his voice small and words rushed. He shrinks back away from Jamie, unconsciously waiting to be struck.
Jamie is completely blindsided by this confession. He wants to ask why he would join someone like Pitch after everything they had been through; why he would choose that monster over his friends; why he abandoned him so long ago without even a "goodbye," but they all die in his throat as his best friend sits there tense, obviously expecting to be hit. By Jamie, of all people.
Reaching out as if expecting the Winter Spirit to take off running at any minute, Jamie gently grabs him once more and pulls him into another hug. "I still believe in you, Jack," he whispers.
Tense at first, Jack relaxes in Jamie's arms and hides his face in his coat, feeling like a little kid again. "Thank you," he says, his words muffled by Jamie's coat. "I thought he could understand me, Jamie. I don't know if I can get away."
"We'll get you away from him," Jamie says, not a hint of doubt in his voice. "We beat him once, we can do it again. You got any baby teeth left, Soph?"
Sophie nods, knowing where her brother's going with his question. "Yup. I even have a loose one." Sophie says, wiggling the tooth.
"I have to go back tonight." Jack says, looking at the sun hanging low in the sky. "I wasn't even supposed to talk to you." Jack looks at Jamie with dark, sad eyes. "And he's gotten much stronger. I don't know if we can stop him this time, Jamie."
Reluctantly, Jack pulls away from Jamie and stands. He wants nothing more than to stay with the children, but he already knows he'll be punished when he returns, and doesn't want to make it worse by returning late.
"Oh, I know you can't," the King of Nightmares sneers has he emerges from the shadow of the trees, Jack's forgotten staff in hand. "It was getting late, so I thought I'd check up on you, and guess what I find?" He tosses the staff into his other hand, looking at the iced over shepherd's crook with a critical eye. "You were doing so well, Jack. I guess I just gave you too much freedom for you to handle."
Snarling, Jamie jumps to his feet, standing protectively in front of the smaller male. "You stay away from him, Pitch!"
Jack's both shocked and horrified when Jamie moves to shield him from the Nightmare King. "Jamie, no! Get out of the way!" Jack pleads, trying to make him move. He has a horrible, sickening image of Jamie's crumpled, lifeless body laying in front of him running through his mind. "Please!"
"Why if it isn't Jamie Bennett," Pitch says, glaring at the young man. "My favorite believer. Regretfully, I don't have time to deal with you right now. You see, I seem to have an unruly child who just can't do what he's told." Turning to the cowering boy behind Jamie, he orders, "Come along, Jack".
"Don't you touch him, you freak!" Jamie spits, moving himself to stand completely in front to Jack.
"Jamie, please... Let me go..." Jack says softly. "I don't want him to hurt you..." He tries to get around the boy.
Standing beside her brother, Sophie takes his hand and shakes her head. "Let him go. There's nothing we can do for him but let him go. If we fight and lose right now, we'll only make it worse for him," Sophie whispers, squeezing Jamie's hand gently.
Jamie hesitates, not liking the situation one bit. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he takes a step toward his sister, griping her hand like a lifeline. "Everything'll be alright," he says, unclear whether he's reassuring Jack or himself. Then quieter, he utters, "We'll get help; we'll get you out of there. Believe in us, Jack".
Growing irritated by the pair of Bennetts, Pitch snaps, "Now, Jack!"
"I'm sorry," is all Jack says as he hurries to Pitch's side, not looking at the taller man for fear of provoking him. Jack has to fight the urge to look over his shoulder at Jamie and Sophie. Stopping beside Pitch, he waits, just hoping the man won't do anything to him here in front of the other two.
Sophie watches Jack's retreating back. He looks so much smaller and frailer than she had remembered. She feels her brother clinging to her and can only hope that he's right; that they can get the Guardians and save Jack before it's too late.
Glaring down his long nose at the boy, Pitch reaches up and grabs Jamie's beanie roughly, not caring if he pulls hair, and flings it onto the ground before doing the same with Sophie's coat. "Get those ridiculous things off of you," he snaps.
Jack lets out a soft cry of pain, some of his dark hair fluttering to the ground after having been ripped out. The winter spirit flinches as the coat is pulled off and thrown to the ground, having forgotten he was even wearing them. Jack has to bite his tongue and clench his fists to keep from doing something stupid - he's in no shape to try to take on Pitch alone, and he'd only be receiving an even more severe punishment.
Sophie holds her brother's hand tighter when she hears Jack cry out, hoping to keep him from doing something rash.
Jamie growls as he sees his friend get hurt, but remains still with the help of Sophie's grounding hold on him.
Grabbing the boy by the back of the neck tightly, Pitch mutters, "I'm very disappointed in you, Jack. I told you that you shouldn't make contact with Jamie". He digs his fingers into Jack's skin as the dark sand begins to envelope them.
Jack whimpers softly but otherwise remains quiet. He closes his eyes tight and bites his lower lip until it bleeds to keep from crying out again. He can only cringe as the sand curls around his body, taking him back to the last place he wants to go.
As they emerge back in the dark corridors of the lair, Pitch releases his hold on the ex-Guardian by throwing him to the ground. "You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" he snarls.
Jack's body skids across the floor about a foot before stopping when he hits his head against the wall. Between the pain in his head and his fear of Pitch, Jack withdraws and curls into a trembling ball as he waits for his punishment.
As furious as Pitch is, Jack knows there's no chance of him going easy on him.
Spotting the touch of red on Jack's mouth before he disappeared, Sophie buries her face in Jamie's coat to keep herself from crying. She can only hope her brother hadn't seen the blood, too.
Jamie refuses to take his eyes off of Jack until the pair disappear from view, flinching as he sees the boy start bleeding. He finally tears his eyes away when there's no traces of the nightmare sand left. Turning to Sophie, he asks seriously, "How loose is that tooth?"
"Loose enough." Sophie says, her smile not extending to her eyes. The tooth actually isn't quite ready to come out, but she's willing to go through the pain to save Jack.
Going over and picking up the fallen hat and coat, Jamie heads back to the house, grim determination set on his normally cheerful features. "Let's get to work, then."
A/N: Ghost here! I don't really have much to say about this chapter. There's a lot of dialogue, but that's to be expected with an RP. And in case you didn't notice from the last A/N, I wrote for Jamie, Pitch, Bunny, Tooth, and the Bennett mother in this story.
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