Fighting Darkness, Loving Frost
Hello my fellow readers! Just to clear some things up, I started writing a lot of the chapters on my computer's regular documents space, Author's Notes and all, before I started posting them, and in all honesty, did the same thing with this chapter and probably a couple more after this one. Which means that if I just posted the chapters word for word and didn't mention how wonderful you all are, it's not because I don't appreciate you. It's just because I'm too lazy to actually change the A/Ns I had before typing them onto FanFiction.
Jack: That's alright, Alichess. I'm pretty sure that didn't need explaining.
Alichess: *groan* First North, now you. What is you people's fascination with my utterly boring room? Because if it's the story, like I told North, you can just get on the site and read it from somewhere else. I don't like people looking over my shoulder while I'm typing up a story. It doesn't leave much room for personal space.
Jack: Wow, that's sure welcoming.
Alichess: Sorry, but it's the truth.
Jack: You really do act just like Faith, you know?
Alichess: *low tone* You are such a doofus. *regular tone* That's because I am! I just had to use a different name, and Alichess is way longer than Faith.
Jack: By three letters. Why couldn't you just use your real name instead of your username or Faith?
Alichess: *sighs heavily, holds head in hand, then looks up at Jack like he's absolutely stupid* Go read the second Author's Note, will ya? *looks back down and sighs again, low tone* Idiot.
Jack: Well if I have to be an idiot, at least I'm a cute idiot, right? *grins*
Alichess: *looks back up at Jack* You really think I think you're cute? What on earth would make you think that? *trying not to blush or stare*
Jack: Oh, I don't know. Little things here and there.
Alichess: I don't think so.
Jack: Oh really?! Your laptop's backscreen says otherwise. *full out smiles*
Alichess: *turns around horrified, starts pulling up random stuff on laptop to hide the numerous pictures of Jack on the background, puts everything away, and pulls up this chapter* I have work to do! And you really are an idiot. It's not a 'backscreen', it's a 'background'.
Jack: Hey! I'm not really an idiot!
Alichess: Oh yeah, stay here and watch what happens next.
Jack: *starts to get worried, and tries to leave*
Alichess: Oh no you don't. Payback. *duct tapes him to a chair and takes his staff away* Come on, Frosty. Let's see you solve this math problem.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the things Dreamworks owns. Except maybe a laptop. Don't know, maybe they have higher tech equipment than me. Also, having Jack Frost duct-taped to a chair in my room does not count as owning him. He's a person, not an object.
JACK P.O.V.
"I really don't know how to do one of these. Can you please stop torturing me?"
"Well, I could, but we made a deal."
"I never agreed to it."
"And yet, you never tried to get up." I looked away from her blue eyes and stared at the jumble of letters and numbers she had put on the paper in front of me. 10x=5(4x-24). How do you even solve a math problem with letters in it? Do they stand for something?!
I looked back up at her. "Come on, Jack. It's not that hard. Quit trying to play around. You're losing daylight." I furrow my brow and stare hard at the paper, trying to remember something, anything that'll help me out. But I come up with... Nothing. "Wow, you really can't do one of these, can you?" she asks, somewhat politely. I look up at her, straighten up in the chair, let my face loosen up, and shake my head.
"Nope. Can't make heads or tails of it." I lean back in the chair, exhausted from just looking at the thing. How does she think that makes sense?
She laughs lightly. "How long has it been since you walked into a school building, young Mister Frost?"
"Well, actually, you're the young one here. But I don't know the answer to that other question. Maybe... Since I actually had to go to school? You know, before I died and all?" I shrug my shoulders. "Don't really need a superb education to be a Guardian. You just have to know the kids." I smile. She acts like a reflections of me, smiling back, and her smile makes my heart melt. Why am I feeling like this all of a sudden? And where are all these weird phrases coming from?!
"Here. I'll show you how to do it, then we can go play in the snow or prank someone or something. It'll be lunch soon anyway."
FAITH P.O.V.
When Jack said he didn't know how to do an algebraeic equation, I thought he meant he didn't know it real well. Turns out he doesn't know anything about it at all.
"See, you take the 5 and distribute it to everything inside the parenthesis." He nods and I continue. "That gives you 10x=20x-120. Then you need to move all of the x's to one side of the equation, so you subtract 20x from both sides to keep it equal, which leaves you with -10x=-120, because whatever you do to one side of the equation, you do to the other side." I look at Jack, and he's concentrating on the paper real hard, watching as I solve the problem before his eyes, making sense of the string of nonsense he sees. "Then, to get the x by itself and figure out what it's value is, you need to divide everything by -10." He looks especially confused, so I explain further. "Because when a number and a variable are side by side with nothing inbetween them, they're being multiplied together." He looks up at me. "Inverse operations are undoing whatever's being done, so you divide by the number that's with the variable. In this case, that's -10. So when you divide everything by -10, you're left with x=12, because a negative divided by a negative equals a positive. Checking to see if it works is easy because all you do is plug it back in. 10 times 12 is 120, and 5 times the equivalent of 4 times 12 minus 24 is also 120, making them equal. So it works!"
I look up at him expectantly with a huge smile. Honestly, I loved algebraeic equations. They were always my favorite thing to do in Algebra class, because they made so much sense. But instead of smiling or nodding or something else to show recognition of knowing anything of what I'm talking about he just looks up at me with no expression.
He purses his lips, holding his chin in his right hand, then flings it in a semi-circle in front of him and down to the ground. "Yeah, you lost me before you even started. Good thing you know something you're never gonna need to know about again, though. Just in case that makes you feel better. I don't think anyone could ever make sense of algebra to me. Not even if they tried for a million years." He smiles a gorgeous smile with his perfect, straight, white teeth, and looks at me.
Rushing out of my desk chair, he takes my hand and pulls the door closed on the way out of my bedroom. He doesn't let go, and I'm okay with that. Creating sheets of ice to slide on, he leads me down the halls and I follow him, just laughing. We're having a great time, and I honestly have to admit to myself that I do like this better than explaining math to someone like Jack.
Someone like Jack. Ha, but you still like him. I'm shocked at the choice of words my mind chose to use. I'm not completely sure if that's all of me thinking or not. But I don't argue back. Suddenly we stop.
"Haha! Jack! Why'd you stop?" I open my eyes and see North standing over us, blocking our path. "Oh."
"Is lunchtime. But... You both need to clean this up before any lunch is served to you. Don't try asking for some until you are completely done with job. I told yetis to keep all food away from you until then." He walks off smiling slightly.
"My, my. This has been an interesting first day."
"Yep. Just another regular at the North Pole. Between you and me," he said, leaning closer with his hand covering one side of his face from a side view, "we could probably just make this whole thing disappear since it's all just ice. I mean, how hard could it be?"
I shrug, and try to make the ice all disppear at once, but it doesn't quite work that way. It's more like, if I want it to disappear, I have to actually move to a place where the ice is in my line of sight. It doesn't usually work like this. I wonder why. "Man, North has got to have bewitched this carpet or something. I think I could usually just make it all disappear as long as I knew where it all was."
He looks at me with a smirk. "Guess we have some flying to do then." He takes my hand and starts flying us around the halls, me just going along with it until I realize something.
"Hey, wouldn't it be a whole lot faster if we split up? You know, twice the work done in half the time?"
"Yeah, but if you're not chaperoning me, I might find an excuse to make more ice. And that would equal-"
"-more work." I finish with a smirk. I roll my eyes, but keep a hold of his hand. I wonder why he hasn't let go yet.
We finish the job relatively easily and quickly, only pausing here and there to swerve around a yeti or not cause a whole mountain of toys to crash to the ground. Right after, we speed-fly to the place we're all eating lunch at, tumbling in the air with smooth, acrobatic moves every so often, but laughing and smiling the whole way there.
JACK P.O.V.
"Man, North has got to have bewitched this carpet or something. I think I could usually just make it all disappear as long as I knew where it all was." I glance over at her. She has a truly puzzled expression on.
"Guess we have some flying to do then." I take her hand, and inwardly rejoice when she doesn't pull away. We start flying around together, and boy is this fun!
"Hey, wouldn't it be a whole lot faster if we split up? You know, twice the work done in half the time?" She looks at me as she speaks, and I find myself not wanting to let go of her hand, which I've been holding since we started flying above all the ice I created for sledding. So I scramble around in my mind for an excuse, put my usual smirk back in place, look over at her and say something that actually seems to make sense. Cause I mean, DUH. We're talking about me here.
"Yeah, but if you're not chaperoning me, I might find an excuse to make more ice. And that would equal-"
"-more work." She says it with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, but doesn't drop my hand. Wow. I can't believe she actually took that. I thought she'd be a lot more stubborn about it. Or threaten me. That probably would've worked too.
I look at a clock as we fly as fast as we can to the room we're all eating in. That didn't take long. Only ten minutes with our fast flying! I chuckled to myself, and sped up, dropping Faith's hand for the first time since I grabbed it ten minutes ago, and flew past her to the doors of the room. I open them and fling some wind backwards as I turn around just in time to see her face before the doors shut.
"Haha! And that is how you win a race!"
"And this is how you make an entrance!" I hear from the other side of the door.
FAITH P.O.V.
I smile and lift my hands up and forward, bringing wind of my own to open the doors back up. With a lot of force. Gosh, I hope Jack didn't stay right in front of the doors. When the doors open, I let my eyes close and my body float, my feet lifting up off the carpet delicately. I can feel my hair swirling in gentle spirals and waves around my head, up off my back and neck as if it were alive and waking up from a deep slumber. I create a very few number of snowflakes and let them gently swirl around in circles, rising and falling around me. My arms are now relaxed and I let it all fade slowly away as I open my eyes. Everyone is staring at me.
Whoops. Didn't mean to make that much of a commotion. I think having fun was letting me get a little carried away.
"Show off." I look over at Jack, and he's standing to my right. He's being unnaturally still when all of a sudden he bursts forward and makes it snow all over top of me, careful not to let any drop onto the floor.
"Okay, I guess I deserved that."
"Yep. You know, you almost hit me with those doors."
"Oh. Well, I'm lucky that you're quick then, aren't I?"
"You sure are."
"Uh-hmm." (I have no idea how to type out that sound.) North clears his throat.
"Right. Sorry." North rolls his eyes slightly with a grin and waves us over to the table with his hand. Jack and I sit down and start eating, and man, is it good! I mean, everything is good! These yetis could dress up, learn English, and become professional chefs!
I'm so lost in my own thoughts about yetis and food and Guardian stuff and who knows what else (all while having a song in my head), that I don't notice everyone else leaving until I'm the only one in the room. Well, it isn't all bad. I start humming Just Like Fire again, and even though I'm not being loud, I know I'm not making an extra effort to be quiet either. I leave my dishes where they are and leave a frosty 'Thank You!' on the table for the yetis. Getting up, I wonder what I should do, and just start aimlessly walking around.
Okay, yes. I know this probably wasn't exactly the most fun chapter to read, but all things will come in due time. I'm thinking of putting one more genuine scene of fun in before letting the action burst through the door. So that first scene I mentioned, the crying at the lake with Pitch (Weird...) one, will be coming within the next couple of chapters. And a big sorry to everyone who thinks I ruined the story by sharing info for that one scene. I did not, however, ruin the story. Haha, I just told you a teaser so you'd stick around! XD Honestly, I just didn't think it was a big enough scene to keep in secret code. Plus it was just plain weird. That scene in my dream didn't come with sound. Just one flash of it. So... Yeah.
I will not, however, be telling you what is said during the scene, what actually happens during the scene, or anything else leading up to it though before any of it actually happens in chapter form. So there's an opportunity for a smile. Come on reader, I know you want to smile at something today. If there is anyone who is not amused, send me a message via whatever saying 'Chapter 7: End A/N, not amused.' so I can laugh and ask you if Grumpy Cat was your teacher. Or just shake my head and smile. To each their own, I guess. :)
So that's it for this chapter. And next chapter... Well, next chapter = more fun!
Jack: Seriously? More math?
Alichess: That first was one Algebra, to be specific. This is just a basic fact.
Jack: Whatever. *rolls gorgeous, blue eyes* Can I get out of this chair now?
Alichess: Sure. Tell me how long it took you when you do get out. *gets up and walks out of room smirking*
Jack: Crap.
