Set shortly after the movie.

In some ways, it was better to never have known what lied just beyond. That those small glimpses into the other side would only come to an even deeper hole which he had dug himself into. He'd spent his entire lifetime longing to peer through the wall, to even witness what had once been. Yet now that his wish had been met, that he had finally been able to grasp some part of his again, the hole still lingering and stung all the more. It grew to an even thicker degree that it became unbearably painful over the distant months that followed. A burning drew in his chest, scratching at the frostbitten skin with a carnal desire that failed to be quenched. His body yearned, ached for a wealth of knowledge he could never meet. The well of questions overflowed in his core, frantically endeavoring to fill in the cracks left in its wake.

"How can I know who I am until I find out who I was?"

It began to cloud his judgement, overtake any bit of reason he instilled. The act of uncertainty tainted his past actions in a manner unlike before, quizzically altering each decision into further delusions. His hysteria, however, failed to show obvious signs of deceit but came about in miniscule increments. The additions of delirium gradually started to distort his personality, subduing the once adolescent troublemaker into a phony spirit that wasn't a shadow of it once was. Snow proceeded to fall, hail continued to rain, still, its reign was unprecedented and unswayed by all that followed. The final season became a symbol of hopelessness, fueling the ever-growing swell of lust to covet what was lost. Now nothing else remained except the single collection of thoughts as a brief insight of what he could never truly inherit. A memorial of the memories he was never to retain, only sense as it had slipped through his fingertips when the ice consumed him that fateful day. It tore at the seams of his sanity that he could never recall any of the details that were expected to accompany his view of his baby teeth, how he couldn't name the lake he inhabited nor even the name of his only sister. Nothing had really changed after that magnificent moment of clutching some missing piece of him, in fact, that was what terrified him.

The doldrums of ice drew to a close, bringing forth patient blossoms that wove their way through his work. Buds poked through the watery ground, twining their renewed roots into the soft soil. With it came a new holiday and another role to be maintained. Jack was constrained to the edges of the world where the mountains eagerly accepted the desolate showers only he could deliver. A rift emerged like before, dividing himself into a solitude that once had lasted hundreds of mortal years. It too was ranked with the despair of formerly having been shown such compassion that it jaded that cocky attitude with cautious steps and lifeless eyes. The art of being invisible had previously been viewed as a hindrance to everything he aimed for yet for a single moment he dared to dream of trading it all to go unseen once more. That his gift could be easily exchanged for the opportunity to slip through vision and castrate himself to live without the need for interaction. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the idea died with the simple noise of footsteps.

Antarctica had been popular for its frosted peaks and barren outstretches of land so he was astonished to find the four members of their lofty group assembled before his very eyes. Words were neither exchanged nor did anyone shiver against the numbing tundra. All the same, Jack felt content just by their smiling faces that he didn't struggle anymore. The life of constant endangerment where he stood on the brim of reality had finally come to a close. It was true that he was never going to recover the past, that nothing could change the horrid fate that accompanied it, however, it would never be able to stop him from creating memories that only could be made with his new family.


This story was bases upon the idea of Jack was never truly shown his memories. The idea of the baby teeth were originally designed to show the child's happiest moment yet he wanted to recover everything that he didn't know when he awoke at the lake. Added to the fact the movie failed to even expose his sister's name (check the books), and never actually said that he knew all his memories that he had lost. So I fiddled with the notion of never being able to completely know who you are but instead only get a fraction of it, which actually is even worse. It's not what I really wanted to submit as it's not really new, but I've kept you guys waiting long enough for some sort of writing. Trying to add in short ideas for his adventures with the other Guardians, Pitch, and even Jamie for the future but was to lazy tonight. Brain is on auto pilot at the moment from exams but I'll be back later. Hopefully.

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