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The two had dozed off for a little bit shortly after they went into Jacks room. Unconsciously, they both had curled against one another like they were worried the other would leave again if they weren't careful. Jacks cold and Elizabeth's warmth balanced each other out, despite Jack being much smaller than Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was the first to wake from their nap. She squinted at the pale yellow clock, she guessed she had a twenty minute nap, which didn't leave her feeling refreshed at all. Elizabeth shifted a bit, and that's when she realized Jack was curled against her, sleeping peacefully and- whoo boy he was adorable. Elizabeth couldn't help but stare, with zero shame. She was his friend, this was okay, right? It's not like she was gonna kiss him or something. Plus, he was asleep, he wouldn't notice.

...he wouldn't notice.

Maybe...maybe just a tiny kiss? On his forehead, that'd be okay, right? Elizabeth pursed her lips, starting to feel slightly guilty. The previous thoughts of reminding herself he doesn't remember anything, they came back. Deep down, she felt like this would be a way of taking advantage of him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

She glanced back at the clock, her heart feeling a bit faster. He was incredibly close, she could feel his chest rise and fall against her arm, which added to the torture. She didn't want to wake him, but at the same time she did.

She looked back at Jack, and suddenly her heart gave a terrible jerk. She missed him. She wanted her Jack, the one who knew their inside jokes, the one who remembered their first kiss, the one who simply remembered her. This Jack, this wasn't him, not fully, not until he regains every single memory he's lost. And she knew it wasn't his fault at all, she wasn't going to dare blame him, but their relationship felt more forced. She wished it didn't, but it will be.

Jack shifted, closer to her, and Elizabeth froze-pun not intended. His cheek was rested on her shoulder, if she turned to look at him, she'd wind up kissing him. Jacks slowed breathing let her know that he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was kinda odd for him to keep shifting closer to her. B-But it wasn't that she minded, she didnt!

"Jack," She whispered, not really trying to disturb him. "Jack, hey, wake up."

Not surprisingly, he didn't stir. Biting her lip, she turned her head slowly to look at him. His face was a bit farther than she thought, but she could still kiss him if she wanted. She mentally slapped herself. She needed to stop thinking about kissing him.

...Why couldn't she stop thinking about kissing him.

Her gaze went to him. Moon, he was so so so so stunning. She remembered him when he was alive very clearly, but with his super pale skin and hair with those drop-dead gorgeous eyes, he was so beautiful, and if anyone told her otherwise, she'd have to hit them.

She slowly cupped his face. His skin was so cold, but it was so soft too. Her eyes softened. She took a breath, and quickly kissed his forehead.

She felt her lips buzz when she pulled away. Jack began to shift them. "Hm?" Her hand quickly went back to her side. Blearily, he woke up. "Hey, 'Beth," he mumbled. He was starting to doze off again, but suddenly he shot up, clearly embarrassed. "Oh no, I'm sorry," he rushed.

She sat up, frowning, because she didn't want him to be sorry. "For what?"

"For," he gestured to where they had slept wildly, "that!"

"...For sleeping?" She peered.

Jack flushed. "No, I-ugh, what if we got caught?"

"We weren't doing anything." Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't see how or why we would." She added, "Also there's no reason for you to apologize." If anything, she should be the one apologizing.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Right, we weren't doing anything. But, uh, I didn't mean to move next to you."

"It's fine." She smiled. "Really, it is." Her smile was warm and comforting and Jack liked it.

"Okay, if you say so." He grinned back.

She shifted towards him. "Hey, Jackie?"

"Yeah?"

"Whats your favorite spot here?" She asked, because she was curious. When Jack's eyes lit up, she knew they'd be going somewhere soon.

"The Globe." He said, his voice giddy.

"The Globe?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She was suddenly being pulled behind him as he began to drag her off. "I'll show you, 'Beth! Trust me, you'll love it!"

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North hadn't expected Pitch and Death to arrive to the Pole, nor did he expect Patrick or Cupid. But when an angry Mother Nature, followed by three fourths of her Season children, he felt this was fine. He didn't know how many more people would come in, but he was now ready.

"Ah! Mother Nature!" He greeted.

Mother Nature was a stocky woman at around five foot three in height, looking at maybe fifty years of age, if you were to guess. She was a full-blood Native, with long grey hair in two braids, and her dark beetle eyes were searching for her winter child. She was draped in animal skins and feathers.

"Hello, North. Where is Jackson?"

"We do not know, but you are more than welcome to stay, if you would like." North offered.

Mother Nature's angry look softened. "Thank you, North."

The smallest one, Rayne, tugged on her animal skin, "Earth Mother," She whispered, "your aura is off-"

"Rayne, shh," Mother Nature shushed lightly, tapping her hand gently. Rayne gave a tiny nod. She glanced at Bunny.

"Hello, Aster," Rayne was Bunny's second favorite season spirit, the first being Adair, but only for her maturity. Spring is where Easter resided, so he had a natural up-most respect for Rayne.

"Hello, Rayne, how are you?"

"I'm good. Jackie's in trouble." She whispered. "He's with a girl." She seemed to notice Pitch. She showed an obvious realization. "Hey, wait a minute!" Adair grabbed her arm and tugged her back. "Flower Child is really nice," she said to Pitch, which confused him.

"Flower Child?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

Adair sighed. "Rayne, stop calling her that." Daniel, just to encourage her, began to laugh. Adair glared. "Daniel, shut up."

"Relax, Nagative Nancy." He mocked.

"More like Angry Adair," Rayne responded. Adair swallowed her annoyance.

"I hate both of you. Stop being embarrassing."

"Daniel, Rayne, stop teasing her." Mother Nature sighed.

"Yes, Earth Mother."

"Yeah, sorry, Mom." But neither of them sounded sorry, which was the best part for the two of them. They loved Adair, yeah, but she was so easy to tease and get riled up.

"Can we go look for Jack and say goodbye, though?" Daniel asked, grinning down at his adoptive mother. Mother Nature didnt smile back.

"Daniel Dean Summers-"

"Okay, that's a no." He sighed.

"But Earth Mother," Rayne started again, but she seemed to notice that Mother Nature wasnt having any of their usual jokes, and stopped halfway through her sentence. "...nevermind."

"Hey, I only see three other Guardians," Daniel noted, "Wheres Miss Tooth?"

"She got really angry," Bunny explained, giving a pointed look at Pitch, who promptly ignored it. "She's blowin' off some steam." A glance to Death. "Then Patrick came in and got Death angry."

"And I know why." Death growled lowly, arms crossed. But she didn't elaborate, so everyone decided to drop it.

"Where did Patrick go?" Adair asked. Daniel stifled a laugh.

"Why? Lookin' for your boyfriend?"

"He is not my boyfriend, Daniel, how many times do I have to say that?" Adair rubbed her temples.

"C'mon, 'Dair, if the God of Love tried to get you two together, thats saying something!"

She glared at him. "I'm not arguing with you any longer. Idiot." She followed Sandy's thumb to the door.

"Love you too, 'Dair." When she was gone, he muttered "And another one goes," Daniel snorted. Mother Nature turned to him, and he went serious. "Sorry. Again."

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Shortly, Adair ran into Patrick, who was whispering harshly to a fuming Tooth, while Cupid was a ways away. When Cupid noticed her, his pink eyes lit up, he smiled and waved at her. She waved back with a small grin. "Hello Adair!"

Patrick and Tooth turned to look at her. Tooth was trying to swallow her anger, which was still aimed at Pitch and Pitch alone. Patrick glanced at his brother for a second, before smiling at her. "Hey, Adair, you look upset."

"Hi," She said, walking closer, "its just Daniel and Rayne. You know how they get, Patrick."

"Ah, that explains a lot." He nodded in understanding. "What'd they say?"

She gave him a look. "What do you think?"

He tsked. "Ah, thats right, how could I forget we're dating?"

"Dont worry, I forgot to, babe." She replied, her voice full of sarcasm.

Patrick felt Cupid brush against him. "You know," Cupid whispered, "It wouldn't get to you if it was true."

"Eddy, no," Patrick muttered, gently pushed his adoptive brother aside. Adair raised an eyebrow with her lips curling.

"So, Miss Tooth, what got you so angry?" Adair asked.

Tooth brushed her feathers down. "Its nothing, sweetie." She tried to let her smile be genuine. She didnt fool anyone. She sighed. "Pitch said something very stupid and it was worse than him trying to destroy me and the other Guardians. Okay, well, maybe I'm over exaggerating, but-" she growled in frustration, her wings seemingly going faster. Her hands went to her face. "Can you believe him? How could he say that?"

"Uhm," Cupid began, "What'd he even say?"

Again, Tooth swallowed her anger again. "Nothing. It's between me and him." She said, her voice gentle and tired. "I'm going to go to my Fairies for a bit. If anyone asks, tell them I'm at my palace."

They agreed, and she was soon off.

"Wonder what he said," Adair tilted her head to the side, glancing over at Patrick as if he knew. But Patrick shrugged, because he nor Cupid got the situation out of her.

"No clue. I'll ask him later." Patrick assured her, and she nodded. Cupid glanced around the hallway, then up at the ceiling. "You lookin' for somethin' Ed?"

"Elizabeth and Jack are here, somewhere." Cupid crossed his arms. "I can sense their repressed love."

"Oh, yeah, we know. I just met her and even I know." Adair drawled. "Jack isnt very good at romance, despite what people think. He acts like a huge flirt yet when the flirting is returned he gets embarrassed. He's so dumb." She rubbed her temples. "And I can tell Elizabeth has a huge thing for him. I'm just waiting for her to say something."

"She wont," Patrick said, "she knows Jack doesn't remember much about her. Until he does, she wont say a word."

The Season spirit shrugged. "What if that brings memories back?"

"Y'know..." Cupid muttered. "Thats a good theory." He then looked where Tooth had left, and he realized something. "Wait a minute, can't Jack just ask Tooth for his memory canister?"

"Believe me, he's tried," Adair said. "and oddly enough, he always said it wouldn't open for him again. Three years Tooth and Jack have tried to figure it out." She shrugged. "They have to come naturally, we guess."

"Oh, well, that's a shame," Cupid muttered.

"Yeah, it is. It really bugs him." Adair's looked softened. "Not even Mother knows what's the problem."

Patrick hummed. "I hope he gets them all back. He's a pretty good kid."

"He is." Cupid agreed.

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