Chapter 3: Revelations

I forgot to mention the fanfiction that inspired this story is called "The Pain of Blizzards."

No Disclaimer this chap. He's on a date. *rolls eyes*

I own nothing.

Reviewer Responses

Guest (Cecil): Same! Must be a glitch with the website or something.

GirlFish: I don't know, ask a death fic writer! I don't write those. That's like trying to take down Toothless. You just can't. Unless you're Hiccup. Then idk.

Ugly-Duckling123: SAME THING. XD jk I know. I'm just lazy.

Guest (sparklehannah): Thanks! As you'll see through my other stories, I do enjoy my cliffies.

Guest (Phoebe): *shoves update in your face* SHUT UP AND TAKE MY WRITING. XD

Guest (no name so idk): I just think it's how Bunny would react, since he's not much of a talker.

MidnightPhantom84: Here ya go! :D

RandomnessGirl: YOU AND YOUR DAMN SHIMEJIS!

AyameKitsune: HERE! *throws chapter*

And now, ON WITH THE SHOW!*pets Jack, who she has tied up in a chair*


The Guardians felt awful.

Sure, Jack had let his blizzard get out of control and he did have to answer for that. But he clearly hadn't intended to outright kill the poor girl.

All of a sudden, a powerful surge of wind blasted the globe room windows wide open, whistling and howling in their ears. Surprisingly for the Guardians, Jack didn't immediately follow like he normally did. The wind nearly bowled Tooth over, knocking several of her tiny fairies off balance in the air.

"Vhat is going on?!" North exclaimed.

He felt Sandy tug at his coat and looked up.

As the moon's bright rays shown overhead, the wind began to settle under its stare.

"Manny! Vhat is news?" he inquired.

The moon's light bounced off a nearby reflective surface and formed Jack's shimmering image.

"Frostbite?" Bunny muttered in confusion.

An animated image of Pitch appeared and struck Jack with a stroke of nightmare sand before both disappeared. The the really weird thing happened.

The world around them transformed and warped. In seconds they were a day in the past, reliving what Jack already had. They watched with horror as Jack's staff was snapped in half and the winter spirit was knocked back by nightmare sand. The truly terrifying part was the Wind's uncontrollable rage.

Tooth gasped, clasping her hand over her mouth. "What have we done?"

Bunny shielded his eyes as the North Wind forcefully blew his ears flat against his head.

"Bloody hell!" he cried.

The scene wavered and showed a still image:

Jack, lying on his side in the snow facing away from them.

Not good.

"To the sleigh!" North ordered.


As they landed, Bunny leaped from the sleigh, ears twitching and nose searching the air for his friend's-no, his brother's familiar scent.

"Jack?!" Tooth called out.

"Frostbite!" Bunny tried.

It paid off. His sensitive ears picked up on the softest moan he'd ever heard. He bounded toward the sound, toward Jack's lake.

The second he entered the clearing, he saw Jack's staff lying abandoned in the center of the frozen lake, frosty pattern slowly vanishing. It looked corrupted. The wood looked dead. It was scary.

Then he spotted him. Facing away from him, one arm draped over his side, the other sprawled out in the snow.

"North! He's ovah' here!" he yelled.

North spun towards Bunny and spotted what the Pooka had seen. He paled.

"Shostakovich," he murmured, rushing over to the fallen winter spirit and scooping him up in his arms.

Jack was scrawny sure, and he wasn't tall by any means, but he wasn't exactly small. But compared to North, he seemed so tiny and fragile. Like he would break if they dropped him. He rested a hand on the younger spirit's forehead.

"He is running fever. Is warmer than normal human child," he stressed worriedly, biting his lower lip in concern.

Tooth had begun zooming around in a panic.

Bunny's ears picked up a familiar voice.

"I know I saw the sleigh land somewhere over here, Soph."

It was Jaime. He'd know the boy's hyper tone anywhere.

He hopped toward the sound.

"Easter Bunny! Hop hop hop!" the four-year-old girl whooped.

Jaime stared in surprise.

"What're you doing here? Is Jack with you?" he inquired.

"Listen mate, ya don' need ta be here, Jack will be fine," he promised.

"What do you mean will be? What's wrong with him?" the child asked frantically.

Bunny flinched. "Shouldn'ta said that."

Jaime pushed past him and ran into the clearing. Bunny scooped up Sophie before she could follow.

"Woah there ya little ankle-bita," he teased.

She squealed happily.

Jaime gasped when he saw Jack. His friend was a mess. His cheeks were rosy and the rest of his skin ghostly pale. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he was drenched in sweat. He almost looked dead. Then there was the tips of his hair. They were turning black. He dropped to his knees, skidding slightly on the ice.

"What happened?" the twelve-year-old inquired, reaching out and grabbing Jack's pale hand. It was warm and sweaty, like he'd been out running or writing for hours. It was how his hands would feel on hot summer school days at Burgess Middle.

"Pitch happened, tha shadow-sneakin' ratbag," Bunny growled.

Jaime turned back to his fallen friend. "Jack?" he murmured.

Jack's eyelids fluttered and he made a small noise.

"C'mon, wake up. I'm here," Jaime promised, gripping his hand tighter.

The teenage immortal's eyes opened halfway and he groaned, lifting his arm over his eyes to block out the bright moonlight.

He wanted to crawl into a hole and die he felt so awful. His head was throbbing, his insides felt like they were on fire but his skin felt like it'd been dipped in his lake, and his stomach was churning.

On top of everything, he was in pain. Every movement made him feel like he was being stabbed over and over.

"J-Jaime," he mumbled.

Jaime smiled. He grew serious and placed his other hand on Jack's stomach, feeling for any tenderness that signaled internal bleeding. His mother was a nurse, so he knew a thing or two.

The reaction was immediate.

Jack screamed in agony, back arching slightly before falling back into North's arms. He weakly tried to smack Jaime's hand away.

"Easy Sweet Tooth. He's just trying to help," Tooth soothed, rubbing small circles on his forehead with her thumb as she held his head steady.

The young guardian whimpered, letting his arm fall back to his side. He was so pale. This wasn't unusual for the ever-frozen spirit, but this was different. This was worse.

This was dangerous.

This was bad.

Because Jack was dying.


Me: *sighs happily* It's been so long since I've almost killed a main character. *giggles maniacally*

Disclaimer: *walks in* Hey, I'm back from my- *sees me and Jack* *backs out slowly as I cackle*

-SWGDC227