A/N: This is the last chapter. Goodbye!
"Genevieve!" Cupid panted. "Genevieve, Genevieve! It's been one hell of a day I can tell you. Chasing Jack around, trying to get him to stand still just long enough for me to cure him of this awful love!" She shook her head of strawberry-blonde curls, disgusted. "You two were an awful match! Will you PLEASE help me find him? PLEASE?"
She then seemed to notice Jack and Genevieve standing there, his hands around her waist.
Genevieve quickly pulled away and dusted herself off, showing her plain distaste for the whole thing. "Anyway, Jack," she said. "That was, um, a great talk, glad we cleared everything up, you go now."
"What are you talking about, Cupid?" Jack asked.
"Get him to stand still," Cupid replied, talking to Genevieve.
"What the HELL is—?"
"Come here!" Cupid grabbed a lock of black-brown hair of Genevieve's and tugged her along to a different part of the tree.
"He's not really in love with you," Cupid explained breathlessly. "He just believes he is because I accidentally shot him with one of my arrows."
"Accident? Cupid doesn't have accidents! Cupid—
"Hush!" she told her. "He moved! Tooth moved! You moved! It—
"Well, it doesn't matter," the girl sighed. "We just make him normal again."
"That," Cupid told her firmly, "is a great idea."
She went back to Jack Frost. "Ok, hold still, Jack."
"Why?" the winter sprite as suspiciously as she reached behind her for her arrows.
"Quit asking stupid questions." She told him by way of reply, then she said, "Genevieve, tell—
"Jack, hold still and I'll go on a date with you."
Immediately, a lovesick look came upon Jack's face. "Really?" he asked. "Yes, really," Genevieve told him.
He quickly straightened up and stood still. "Wait a second," he seemed to realize Cupid had an arrow notched in the bow, "are you…you working with her?"
"Jack—
"It's complicated," Cupid told him. "Hold still. This won't hurt."
"That's what the last one said," Jack said bitterly. "A—
THWANG.
The arrow left its bow quickly, shooting straight into Jack's heart.
He blinked, shifted a little and turned to Cupid. "What the hell just happened? One minute I was—
Then he saw Genevieve, and he blushed. "Oh, no. Oh, dear God, please. If there is any justice in this world, tell me I was just stoned. Or that it was a really bad dream."
"It wasn't," Genevieve was delighted at watching the winter spirit squirm.
Jack dropped his snowy haired head into his pale hands. "Please. Don't give me details."
"There was the ice heart that said 'you make my heart melt' when I picked it up and caused it to melt—
"Have some mercy!" Jack pleaded.
"Then there was the kiss—
"And I caught you in a tangle with him."
Jack blushed worse. "I was just leaving, then."
"Oh, no," Genevieve laughed, grabbing him by his hoodie. "We have some unfinished business, Frost."
Then she punched him in the jaw. "That was for the kiss. It was disgusting. I'm going to rinse my mouth with mouthwash. Good day."
She left leaving Jack to stare after her.
"You like her?" Cupid teased not missing the warm look in his blue eyes. (No pun intended.)
Jack raised his eyes to hers. "Me? In love with a spring spirit? No way!" he laughed, zooming to the hole in the tree.
"Though you gotta admit," he said, "she does have an awful lot of spirit." He shot Genevieve another longing look, then left.
Cupid grinned.
So Jack had been in love.
Her arrow had done nothing but make him more vocal about it…and a lot more uncharacteristic. She found herself madly fighting the urge to laugh as Genevieve came back, a toothbrush in hand. "Did he leave? Why did he—why did he—?"
She looked sad, Cupid thought.
She had looked sad when it was revealed that Jack was only attracted to her because of a simple golden arrow.
Now that he wasn't…now that Cupid knew it was genuine—
"No." She told her. "He wants to talk to you. But he chickened out. He looked pretty serious." She winked.
Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Yeah, probably wants to tell me I was madly— she stopped herself. "Anyway." She said lamely, then flew out of the tree.
With that Cupid flew back to her palace.
Jack made up some lame excuse to make Genevieve go away, but he never stopped his blizzards in May.
When he iced up her spring forest, she came after him and ended up punching him.
Jack thought of that as the best day of his life, though the spring spirit never spoke to him and the tulips called him something unrepeatable whenever he noticed them.
THE END