Chapter 4

Jack cried out as he looked around the destruction before him. Smoke billowing into the sky as the forests and homes around him burnt to the ground. Shadows racing in the darkness as screams of agony and laughter filled the air above the snap and crackle of the hungry flames.

Jack felt his legs collapse before a agonised cry escapes his lips, his hands burying into the scorched tundra below him.

Helene and Thomas jolt awake as the familiar cry of their Jack pierced the night. Yes, their Jack. He had been with them for a year now and they had come to love him as a son.

"JACK!" Helene screams as she races to his withering side, her hands shaking him slightly desperate to wake him. He usually had nightmares but tonight would be the worse out of all. Her hand jerked back as she felt the warmth radiate from his flesh. "He has a fever!"

"Helene move, you might get hit and Jack will never forgive himself." Thomas states firmly as pulls his pregnant wife from their adoptive son. It had been a miracle that she got pregnant and they were worried about losing the little miracle.

"It's never this bad, why won't he wake up? What caused our little boy to have such bad dreams?" she sobs as she steps away from Jack, her hand covering her mouth to stop the cries wanting to break free from her lips.

"I don't know love, but maybe we can get Jack to tell us one day." Thomas whispers before remembering what Jack said about how to reduce his fever. Snow is the only thing that will help…Picking Jack up and cradling him tightly in his arms, Thomas thanked every god he knew that there was still snow on the ground since spring was almost here.

Grunting slightly Thomas knelt down and placed Jack on the snow bed not far from their home; waiting and watching for a reaction and hope swelled within as he watched his son's withering body slow.

Jack could feel the flames from his memory repel from him as ice began to cover him, his father's Azurite eyes staring down at him. Live, fight; protect.

"Jack?" Thomas calls softly, his hands shaking the boys' shoulders.

Jack's eyes snapped open, gone were the eyes of his Pooka father and in their place was the soft brown of his human father. He could not help but compare them, they were the same but yet not and in different forms.

"Why am I in the snow?" Jack rasps before coughing.

"You were having a nightmare and you had a fever." Thomas whispers softly, he was concerned. "The nightmares are not usually this bad; maybe if you talk to us the fear of them will lessen."

Jack thought for a moment before nodding, he knew the fear wouldn't lessen as they were memories and not just nightmares crated from dreams. "Okay. Hel-Mom should hear too." He sighs before taking the hand that was held out for him.


Notes: I do hope you're enjoying it :)