Kura: …Yeah…this may seem like shounen ai to some of you if you squint. So if you want to avoid that, you do not have to read this. Sorry for those of you who do not like BL…

Disclaimer: ROTG and HTTYD belongs to Dreamworks; Tangled and Brave belongs to Disney/Pixar


Belief

It hurt.

When Jamie died, all he could think about was the pain in his body, his legs being crushed under the weight of concrete and his lungs being filled with horrible smoke due to the few fires that were caused when the art building in San Francisco fell down around him. The only thing he was glad about was that Sophie and his mother were safe, both outside and probably crying out for help so that Jamie could be saved after he rescued his little sister from being crushed where he is right now.

He knew there was no way for him to live. There was fire around him and he could hear muffled screams outside as well as the sirens of firetrucks and police cars. He coughed and wearily opened his eyes, sighing softly.

"What a way to go, Jamie," He muttered to himself.

Grunting, he twisted his body around so that he could look behind him. He winced at the sight of blood on the ground, caused when his legs scrapped on the floor. His legs were then crushed when that large block of concrete fell on him after he pushed his sister out of the way. He reached back, weakly pushing the concrete. It didn't help, just as he figured.

Then there was relief, his eyes widened and he looked up to see worried green eyes looking at him. But despite the worry, there was also sadness and acceptance. The other didn't help him up, and only looked at him sadly. "Jack will be angry at you." Hiccup says softly as Toothless returned to his friend's side. The dragon man seemed disinterested but even his eyes held a hint of sadness that couldn't be faked.

Jamie chuckled weakly and propped himself on his elbows, "I wouldn't have guessed," He only says before wincing in pain and then flopping back down on the ground. "Forget it. I can't move." He says and he could hear Hiccup moving forward before Hiccup's feet was right in front of his face. Then the other sat down in front of him and he raised his eyes to stare at the autumn spirit. "So," The eighteen year old started, "…I'm going to die, aren't I?"

"Yes," Hiccup stated softly.

The teen sighed and with a bit of a struggle, rolled around so that he rested on his back, wincing at the pain it brought and he idly wondered how many bones in his body were broken. Probably several…maybe some of them pierced something in his body. He was thankful to Toothless for getting that large rubble off of him, though he did wonder how the other managed to do so.

Then he remembered that Toothless was a dragon.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" Hiccup sounded genuinely curious.

Jamie only smiled. "For dying, I suppose. Hey, since I'm going to die, can you tell Sophie that I'm sorry for leaving her?" He asked, coughing a bit. "I promised her that I'd always be there…since dad left…so…" He gave a shuddering intake of breathe. "But I can't be there for her anymore."

He didn't dare look at Hiccup, already knowing what sort of expression the other would be making.

"…And…" Jamie continued. He needed to say this. "Tell Jack I'm sorry?" His voice was soft and he could tell that Hiccup would look sad. Jamie closed his eyes and felt strength leaving his body. He didn't want to die, honestly speaking. But he knew that there's no hope for him now. He's going to die and…and…

Jamie would never see his family again. His friends, the people he's close to. He would never be able to wake up in the mornings and kiss his sister's head good morning. He would never see his mother smile at him again, proud because of his accomplishments after all the shit he put her through during his mid-teen years. He would never go into college, never be able to do what he wanted to do. He would never see winter's beautiful snow and the colors of spring. He would never feel the cool and crisp air of autumn, nor hear the soothing sounds of crickets in the summer nights. He would never be able to tell the world his tale, his tale from years before when the world was losing hope. He would never see the guardians again, nor the seasonal spirits.

…He would never see Jack ever again.

And his heart clenched horribly.

"Jamie?"

"…Yeah?"

Hiccup didn't say anything for a moment and Jamie was left wondering if the other had left. Then he heard the other sigh before saying, "There's a lot of fear in the air. You are scared as well…but what are you scared of?" Hiccup asked softly.

"Fear…then I'll bet Pitch is having a blast now," Jamie chuckled.

He could tell the other was probably rolling his eyes in fond exasperation. Then Hiccup says, "Good to see that you can still care for others while you're like this." Jamie could hear the snort from Toothless, making Jamie chuckle once more. "But seriously, even I can tell you're scared. What are you scared about, death?"

"Nah," Jamie says softly and he opened his eyes to look up into the sky which was slowly turning darker. He could see the moon rising up slowly and steadily and he gave a shaky grin. "If anything…I'm just scared…that I won't see my precious people ever again…" He didn't dare mention about who he was most scared of not seeing ever again. "…Say, Hiccup, Toothless…what happens to people when they die?"

Neither says anything.

Finally, Hiccup let out a shuddering breath before he whispered, "I do not know…I've met people who died…but avoided where they were supposed to go…I suppose it's like seeing ghosts…but for some it's a bit different. I…I don't really know how to explain it," Hiccup says, rambling. "Even if there was a place for the dead to go, I've never been there. There's one I've been too…but I don't believe you'll be going there."

Jamie wanted to question the other badly. But his concentration was weakening and his gaze was hazing. He blinked and strained to listen to Hiccup's rambling. It was comforting in a sense. It felt as though he were going to sleep, despite the pain in his body. And then there was darkness.

He was asleep.

Or rather, he would've believed it to be like so…especially because he had woke up again.

And when he woke up, it was still dark. The moon was high in the sky, being the only source of light and it was beautiful, reminding him of the night when he first met Jack. That night was by far one of his favorite memories. The sight of an ecstatic teen with snow white hair that looked so soft and beautiful icy blue eyes that made his heart beat just the slightest.

He was taken out of his memories when a voice spoke to him. And his eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, gaping as he grasped at his chest instinctively, searching for a heartbeat that wasn't there.

Jamie blinked confusingly before he heard a small chuckle.

It was low and comforting, reminding him of his late father from so long ago. And he looked up and around, wondering who had laughed but he saw nobody. Instead, the moon's shine seemed to glow more, making him gasp as he felt full of life and acceptance. He didn't quite understand it but all he knew was that he felt…complete. As if he only just realized that he was missing something all his life and only just now felt complete and full.

"…Manny?"

The voice confirmed his question and Jamie gulped a bit, feeling overwhelmed.

"…I'm…alive?"

Manny answered with a no. And Jamie felt a bit saddened by this.

"So I'm…dead…I'm a ghost?"

Manny chuckled again. And Jamie just had to pout because he wanted to understand what Manny was getting at. The teen stood up, and crossed his arms, confused as he walked around in the debris, examining the damaged area and he had to wonder where he was and why he was here.

All he remembered was dying…and pain…and…

Jamie's eyes widened as he remembered the earthquake, perhaps the largest to hit San Francisco in years and screams and fire and his little sister who was about to be crushed underneath concrete. He remembered pushing her out of the way and then screaming as there was pain in his body, in his legs as they were being crushed.

He hugged his body and looked down at his relatively normal looking legs. But his clothes were ripped and battered and he could see scars on them. He choked up and fell to the ground, rolling up the legs of his pants to look at the scars. Slowly, he traced each of them delicately and he felt a strange tingle go up his spine. He pressed harder and he sighed when he found that there was no pain.

It was a bit ticklish now though.

Shaking his head, he sighed and asks, "Am I…like them?" Could it really be possible that he was like them? Living forever, no longer aging, even with a dead heart…was he like Santa, like the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman…like…Jack?

And there was confirmation.

Jamie went silent and flopped on the ground, staring up into the night sky. A part of him wanted to cry, to yell how unfair it all was. He had his whole life set out for him, ready to head to college since he graduated just last spring. He was going to head into literature while also minoring in animation, more specifically, character design and animation. He wanted to create children books, books of the Guardians, of spirits who are out there and help the human world. He wanted to write about Jack Frost, about his best friend, to tell the world about who he truly is. But now he can't.

A different part of him that was silent until now was more curious than anything. He wanted to test what he could do. Could he have an effect on the elements like the seasonal spirits? Was he more inclined to other things like Tooth and Sandy, dealing with the more psychological aspect like memories and dreams? Was he to be a creator, adding into this world like North does?

He wasn't sure how long he sat there. More importantly, he wasn't sure how long he had actually been there. Has it been years before Manny brought him back? Or perhaps just hours? At the very least, it seemed as though a few days had passed, considering that there was nobody here and no dead bodies (something Jamie was extremely thankful for).

A sigh left his lips and he smiled just a bit sadly.

First things first, he had to go and find Sophie. The poor girl was probably out of her mind, saddened by his death, especially if not so much time had passed since his death. Like him, she wouldn't have expected him to become a spirit like their invisible best friends. So with another sigh, he stood up, ready to even have to travel the entire country to get back to Burgess (which would be a pain…) when the wind picked up. Blinking a bit, he looked up, only to have something slam into his back and he yelped, falling to the ground.

He propped himself on his elbows and turned his head to glare at whoever slammed into him before his gaze softened at the sight of white hair and a trembling figure. "Jack?" He asks softly.

"…You idiot," Jamie blinks at Jack's soft voice.

"What?"

Jack was silent before he leaped to his feet, glaring down at him with narrowed blue eyes. "YOU IDIOT! You weren't supposed to die! You were supposed to live a full human life!" He yells as he jabs his staff against Jamie's side after the new spirit stood up, the teen stepping back a bit from the staff. "You were supposed to start a family, have children, have a future! And you just had to go and die, you blasted idiotic child!" He yells, jabbing him some more for good measure before throwing his staff to the side and pushing against Jamie's chest with clenched fists. "Why did you have to die!? You weren't supposed…to die…not like me…" The immortal teen started to tremble again, hiccupping a bit as he weakly punched the other's chest.

Jamie gave a sad smile before reaching over and pulling the other into a hug. He held the winter spirit close and to his surprise, there was no discomfort as there used to be when he was a warm blooded human. Though Jack was still cold to touch, it was more refreshing, like a cold drink on a hot day.

Jack was smaller than he realized. And it was then he realized how much taller he had gotten. He was an inch or two taller and though he was scrawny like Jack, he had a few muscles compared to Jack's and Hiccup's thinner arms.

"…I'm sorry…" Jamie merely whispers and he hears Jack's muffled sobs as the winter teen clutched to his battered jacket tightly.

It took a while for Jack to calm. The teen was slightly flushed, his cheeks tinting purple as he wiped away his tears, looking embarrassed. Jamie only smiled at this scene and held onto the other's hand for reassurance. He didn't want to let go. Letting go…it made Jamie scared.

What if Jack flew away? What if he was still angry, still sad? It terrified him that somebody so close to him would leave; which was silly to even think about since he knew Jack wouldn't do something like that (ignoring the fact that Jack hadn't visited him when he was thirteen to sixteen…). His favorite Guardian, especially after all this time, would never abandon him. And so, smiling just the slightest, he leaned his head against Jack's shoulder.

The position was slightly uncomfortable but it didn't matter to Jamie.

"Say, Jack?" The other was silent before he hummed softly. "How did you know I was here?"

Jack's body tensed and Jamie bit his lips, wondering if that was a good thing to say. But then Jack gave a soft sigh before saying, "Manny told me that a spirit was being born. And he told me to go and find him…because that new spirit would…need me…" Jamie chuckled a bit, knowing that it was true. "I was at…" The teen started to choke up, "y-your…funeral…I-I told Sophie…I would be back…soon…" He says softly. "You should go and talk to her."

The new spirit hummed in agreement. "I want to see her." He says softly.

"Then let's go."

It was unfortunate that his funeral was all the way back in Burgess. His body, Jack informs while choking up on his words, was cremated and put into a box. His mother and Sophie buried it at the bank of Jack's lake and Jamie was left feeling both touched that his mother and sister would remember how much he loved playing at that lake…and wondering why his body was cremated and yet he was still here with a body.

"Technically…these bodies of ours…sort of don't exist; or at least, that's what I assume. We're spirits and only those who believe in us will see us and touch us. It is Manny's power, I think, that allows it so. Even I had a body that had died. I don't know what happened to it…if anything, I would've thought it'd be at the bottom of my lake but I highly doubt that since it's not even there. My family probably took it out when it was warmer and then buried it somewhere."

Jamie shuddered at the image of a dead Jack. His eyes glazed over and body unmoving. Just the mage itself made him want to break down and cry. So imagining what Jack's family went through…

"Either that…or something else; I don't really know," Was the rest of Jack's explanation.

Jack held onto him, asking the wind to take them up and Jamie was once again experiencing the joy of flying high into the skies where he could touch the clouds, passing through them and peering down below at the lights of cities and towns. It was a beautiful sight. It was something he loved, something he always asked Jack to do with him whenever he visited when Jamie was a child.

And then when Sophie got older, she started to request it from Jack as well.

The thought of his sister got him to clutch onto Jack tighter. He wondered what he could possibly say. The thought of a heartbroken Sophie made him want to cry and wonder if it's even a good idea to speak with her. Then a soft voice from Jack made him pause.

"Just speak to her. Don't end up like me, always wishing, wanting, and forever wondering what would've happened if you had just spoken to her at least once more. Just go to her, speak to her…just don't make her sad anymore. Because you're a big brother and a big brother shouldn't make their little sister cry."

And that was what he did.

When they arrived at Jack's lake, there was Sophie, sobbing into Cupcake's arms while the others were watching the lake sadly. He felt his heart clench as he neared them, quietly calling out his sister's name. And the girl looked up, her eyes wide with tears streaming down her cheeks. And she rushes out of Cupcake's arms and into Jamie's, crying out her heart as she calls him an idiot and yells at him for leaving and apologizing, saying it was her fault he died.

"I'm so sorry,"

"It's all my fault!"

And all Jamie could do was tell her that it wasn't. That he did not regret saving her. That he was thankful she was alive. And that he would always be there for her, even as the way he is now.

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still here. I'm still here…"

Jamie finds later on that none of his friends could see him. And a part of him felt sad, especially when he wants to reach out to them…to comfort them, to tell them that he was still there. But instead they could only give smiles towards an uncertain direction, their eyes never resting on him and while comforting that they believe he is there, it hurts because it seems as though they would never see him again.

It is as the Guardians have told him before.

Children lose their sight as they grow.

It was a miracle, they stated, that he could continue seeing them as he grew up.

He tightens his hold around Sophie who was now sleeping before pulling her close, whispering a small good night.

Jamie had thought that he could no longer wake her up any longer, considering she wasn't a morning person. He had thought that he could no longer kiss her forehead when she woke up and tell her good morning. He thought he could no longer make her laugh with silly stories or drawings. He thought that she would no longer see him…

Instead, he could still wake her up every morning if he wanted to. He could still kiss her forehead and tell her good morning. He could still make her laugh with silly stories and drawings. He could still comfort her whenever she has a bad dream or her peers tease her about her messy hair and love for the Easter Bunny. He could still hug her and tell her that he loves her very much. He could still see her. She could still see him.

But she was still young. And perhaps one day, she will lose that sight as well.

A part of him dearly wishes that she will never lose that innocence.

But…if one day she doesn't see him…perhaps that could be proof that she has moved on.

That day is rapidly approaching. And Jamie is terrified of that day. But Jack was still with him. If that day comes that his sister…if Sophie could no longer see him…then Jack will be there to comfort him. Jack will be there to tell him that it is alright and smile, saying that now Sophie had grown up. And because Jack will be there…and always will be there…Jamie knows that it'll be alright.


Kura: …Yeah…I don't know…

Berry: …

Kura: …Well, in any case, I hope all of you enjoyed this :3 I had an interesting time writing this. Hopefully, the next could come out sooner but as I told my OPxHP readers, that may not happen due to school…T^T

Berry: So, we finally see that Jamie becomes a spirit in my version of the RotBTD universe! :3 So obviously, we opened new doors to new ideas of this world… This will be interesting.

Kura: Yay~ Well, we hope you all enjoyed this! I certainly had fun writing. I'm sorry that I had not updated this in quite a while. However, I do hope that you will all still look forward to the next one! And to all those who had reviewed at least once up until now, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Until the next oneshot! Please review and tell me what you think of this one if you could :3