Sorry I didn't update earlier. I took a trip up to the mountains over the weekend and didn't have any access at all to any form of technology. There wasn't even paper or pen. I'll spare you the rest of my details. Anywho, hope you like it and don't forget to review.

Jack Frost awoke to the sound of an angel singing his name, or as it later out, the bitch from hell.

Dreams where something Jack would never get. One moment you were there in one place and then you were gone, moved to somewhere far beyond. You felt like you were there, you could see smells and taste color and sound and the feelings all felt real. Yet, you always knew somewhere deep down, it was only just that, a dream.

Or a nightmare.

Jack chased the wind on top a thin power line. A smile alighted on his face like a morning bird, loud and singing with childish delight. He was free of everything, just him and the cold air that bit his skin with loving care. He raced down the street, whooping and hollering, doing what he was born to do. The sky was overcast with brooding grey clouds and though there was no sun, Jack was happier than he had ever been before. The ground below was covered by freshly fallen snow, the best kind, unsoiled by mortals.

Many people say the snow is quiet, but it's not. It screams and cries across the landscape, smothering it with pure, crystal noise. Even at night it whispers to the stars and moon. In the morning it yells at the sun to go away and come again another day.

And if you listen hard enough, you can hear it laugh with the breeze.

The carefree boy dove to the ground, his crystal eyes sparkling with glee. His bare feet brushed the field below and he shivered with excitement.

Jack loved the way the snow coolly nibbled at his toes. It felt good, it felt right.

He strode between graceful trees on a chilled tread of untarnished white. It was like being in a cloud, only more grounded.

Jack walked on, staff held leisurely in a hand. His hood was up, it made him feel safe and at ease. The warm clothe masking his ivory hair made him feel sheltered from his problems, like nothing else bad could happen to him.

It's almost a shame such suspicions cannot protect us from the corrupt matters in life.

The eretheal trail came to an end. A small, frozen lake nestled in the valley, tall, bare trees surrounded the icy banks. Stones dotted the glass surface, rising up from the water like icy teeth. Jack had seen this before, sometime, somewhere different, a long time ago. But something was different about the lake. Something that wasn't right.

Mist shrouded close to the smooth ice and Jack swore he could hear the haze purring.

It was waiting, lurking, ready to pounce.

It's just mist, Jack reassured himself, 's not like it's gonna eat you or something.

But the way the low cloud twisted and curled sent chills down his spine.

Not even his hood nor his staff could make the unnerved feeling go away.

He tried to turn away but his feet seemed rooted to the banks.

Wait! his mind screamed. Look! Listen!

Time was kind and the mist soon parted to reveal a girl.

A beautiful one, at that.

She knelt in the center, the haze veiled her in eretheal wisps.

She was a long ways out but her hair is what struck Jack the most. It was the color of fire, a blazing inferno against the loud white the stretched the landscape. He could not see her face, it was obscured by a large, heavy, black cloak.

Heavy, as in weighed by water.

Now that the boy thought about it, the pretty maiden seemed to be shivering in the cold of the air around her.

"Hello?" He called quietly. The boy was used to nobody answering, but was surprised to hear his name.

"Jack." A soft voice called from far away.

"I'm here." He called back. Jack took a step of the bank and onto the slick surface of the lake. He did not notice the ripple it caused. He was too focused on the girl he inched towards. "Can you hear me? Can you see me? Do you need any help?"

Silence, and then. "Jack Frost."

"Yes, that is my name. Why are you out here? Are you cold?" His walking became faster, he had to get to the girl in the middle of the large pond.

It had been so long since he had heard is name shouted with something other than hate. He had to know if anybody believed in him, if anybody even cared.

But something would not let him. Every time he took a step, the girl moved farther away, as did the voice.

"Jack, Jack. Jack Frost." It faded in and out, soft and beckoning and now the drenched girl seemed a mile in the distance, only a speck against the dark trees that surrounded the lake. He began to run, tears streamed down his face.

"Please," he cried, "Please, don't leave me! I want to help you! Come back!"

"Jack Frost, wake up!" The ethereal voice commanded.

He stopped running and screamed at the heavens. "I am! I'm awake. MiM damn it, I'm awake!"

Tears streamed down his face, cooling in the bitter breeze.

What was going on? Did the world hate him? What did it all mean?

"What the hell, do you want from me?!"

"Crowbar." The voice said. A slap on the skin was heard.

Crowbar? Jack wondered. The lake was beginning to blur and the light seemed to grow brighter, more intense.

He could hear other noises, shuffling and whispers. He felt like he was laying in a plush bed of clouds.

"Three, two, on-"

Jack's eyes popped open to see something whistling towards him. His eyes widened and he barely had time to roll out of the way as the crowbar thumped against the carpet were he had just been sleeping.

"And that my friends," came a voice like the one in his dream. "Is how you wake up a Jack Frost."

A fit of laughter followed, more than one.

That voice. He'd heard it before. Sure it had been in his dream, that's what he was staring to realize it was, but it was different somehow.

More real, more..familiar?

Jack tried to look around but he was still groggy and everything was light and shadow. Large dark figures were made out it the haze of sleep.

The winter spirit rubbed the sleep away from his tired eyes. The blurs became more define forms.

And one was right in front of him.

"Goooooood morning!" The known female voice chippered.

The girl, as he had figured, was leaning in his face, a wide smile written all over their tan face. Fiery red curls seemed to explode in his eyes and they framed two bright yellow eyes, like a cats'.

Hold the fuck up. Yellow eyes?

Holy crap.

For the second time that day, Jack was scared out of his mind.

He scrambled away from the girl backwards on his hands, putting distance between him and his worst rival ever.

"What, Jack?" Jaenirra Flame, who was on her hands and knees before, stood on her knees and placed her hands on her hips. "Didn't you miss me at all?" She pouted.

Holy shit, I screwed, the winter spirit thought.

And it was nothing but the truth.

Hope you enjoyed it and sorry if it was too short or had any errors.

(Totally my fault if it did.)

If you have any comments, complaints or concerns (or headcannons) don't be afraid to review.

Also I'm opening a poll (through reviewing only, I don't know how to do all that other stuff) Tell me which character out of the other Guardians (besides Pan'nuck, Jaenirra or Jack) would you like to see take on the parental figure for the younger Guardians, or you could pick two or three or maybe even all of them. It's your choice and that's what matters to me. Review please.

*BIG hug*