It was Christmas break and everyone seemed excited and happy but Amy. She hated the feeling of being unwanted because that's all she ever felt; with her father who had left her and with Freya and her friends Saskia and Ruby. With Jack gone and her mother always working she felt an overwhelming loneliness. Without School lessons to distract her she found other ways; Drawing and painting.

There were still some times when she wasn't doing much and she just wanted to cry into her pillow; though she wasn't going to let herself do that. She was going to be brave and not complain to a single soul. That was easy as there wasn't many around willing to listen anyway.

When she looked out the window she spotted another message written in the frost.

'I'm Sorry' the message read.

Amy clenched her fist, surprised she was feeling this anger.

She stood up and walked to her window, wiping it away.

It had been three days since Jack had promised to keep a distance and he had managed it so well. It was Christmas eve and she was hardly excited.

Amy wondered if she ever meant anything to him if it was so easy for him to keep himself away.

She felt her heart clench when she thought about him.

-OOO-

Little did Amy know that Jack was torn over his love for Amy and wishes for her safety.

Jack had still been watching over her to ensure she was safe but he was more careful this time.

He hadn't seen her shed one single tear which he was pleased about. The last thing he wanted was to make Amy cry.

Jack smiled fondly as he remembered how Amy used to be. She was timid as a mouse and shy and now she was so much stronger.

He wondered if he had changed too.

More protective, he supposed, having seen the girl he loved in trouble twice.

Suddenly a memory flashed in Jacks head.

It was him standing alone, staring up at the full moon.

'Is she some sort of gift? For being alone for so long?'

'Yes.'

Jack cursed himself inwardly. He had realized that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. Amy would be safer he was around to protect her and happier too.

Jack smacked himself on the forehead.

Time to make things right before Christmas.

-OOO-

Amy felt suddenly trapped in her house. She got her pink scarf and white hat on, wearing her white wellington boots. She picked up her art book and a pencil before leaving her room. She was still wearing the pendant.

She sighed and went for the door, eager to escape.

Amy walked the streets a while and decided to go somewhere quiet.

She was broke out of her day dream when she realized where she was.

It was the same place that Jack had taken her. It was where Jack and Amy had their first kiss.

She ignored the twisting feeling in her stomach and sat down behind the tree to begin drawing.

Meanwhile Jack was struggling of thinking for a good way to apologize.

Flowers? Chocolates? That's the stuff he'd seen in movies and it had seemed to work.

Jack felt a rustling of paper in his chest. He toke the paper out to see Amy's drawing of him.

He put it back, feeling ashamed of himself.

He decided on the flowers and a grovelling apology. Jack picked the most expensive flowers, a large bouquet of roses. He walked to her home and knocked on the door. There was no answer and the house seemed empty. He shrugged and wondered where she was.

He flew up high, being careful not to damage the roses to see if he could spot her.

A figure with bright blonde hair was sat in his favourite place. It had to be her.

He flew his way there and landed on the ground before her.

She looked up, and she gaped at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Jack wasn't good at this stuff; he'd never had any experience with this sort of thing.

"Um," he laughed, "Here's some flowers," he said, pushing the roses to her. She toke them with a sly smile.

"These are beautiful. Thanks. You never answered my question though," she reminded him.

"I'm sorry, Amy, I was such an idiot before. I do love you and I just realized I didn't want to be without you," he admitted slowly.

"I was lonely without you, Jack," he whispered, "You know I don't have many friends," she added with a sad smile.

"I know, I'm sorry, I won't leave you again. I promise," he begged.

Amy thought it over. She needed him and he needed her. Together was better than alone. Amy grinned. "I forgive you, Jack."

"Thank god," he blew out a relieved sigh which made Amy laugh.

"Will you be mine, Amy Green?"

"I'm already yours," she murmured.

"Forever?"

"And always."

Jack stepped closer to Amy and saw how soft her lips looked. He slowly pressed his lips to hers and he felt her kiss him back. Their lips moved together with a passion that they had both never felt before. He wrapped his hands around her waist and her fingers entangled with his hair. They ached for each other and for being away from each other for those days; the desire to be close became strong. When they eventually broke away from each other, Amy smiled brightly and Jack couldn't help but smile too.

"Merry Christmas eve," Jack whispered, his cheeks bright pink.

Amy laughed, "It is now," she grinned.