Aliesha went behind her father's back; she went to see Mitchell again. Cal, in his delirium, had requested it of her and then pulled himself together long enough to say he was being serious. "Good feeling," He mumbled, "about this."

Mitchell was in his room when she arrived. Thankfully, his room was cool with three standing fans and a ceiling fan compared to outside, where it had felt like she was melting. At first, she hadn't thought anyone was in as there was no car in the driveway. Then she spotted the open window and flown straight through.

Cooling her wings by a fan, Aliesha surveyed his room. For a boy, it was kind of tidy and didn't smell like a boys' locker room. The bed was unmade and he had cast his school bag and its contents about the room. None of this seemed to bother him- he was at his desk and furiously working at the computer, huffing irritably and smacking the keyboard. Books and sheets of printed notes were in piles and scattered all over the desk and surrounding floor.

Aliesha moved forward and saw he was researching Jack Frost.

His phone lit up on the bed and yelled at him, 'Warning! Warning! It's the wife!' Mitchell smirked and pushed away from the desk, spinning in his seat.

"Hello, wifey." He answered, whizzing back to the desk and putting the phone on a pile of books. Ryan's voice filled the room, irritated.

"You haven't changed that ringtone, have you?"

"Nope."

"Damn you, Titch, damn you." Mitchell laughed victoriously and Ryan sighed. "Where are you?"

"At home. Why?"

"Uh, duh. It's Wednesday. Cinema." Ryan added. Mitchell mouthed a curse. "You're not still obsessing over that Frost guy, are you? I'm telling you, there was nothing there! You were probably suffering from heat stroke or something."

"I know what I saw, Ryan. I'm not mad."

"Mitch, listen-"

"No. I'm going to figure this out. I know I saw him."

"Fine." Ryan's tone was curt and annoyed. There was a beep and the conversation was over. Mitchell cursed under his breath and tossed the phone back to his bed.

Aliesha examined Mitchell's notes, but they more or less stated Jack Frost was a mythical figure created to explain winter. She could see why Ryan would be annoyed with his best friend, but she wanted to push Mitchell into believing.

She turned all the fans off. Mitchell turned at the sudden silence in his room, frowning.

"Hello?" Mustering her concentration, Aliesha made it snow. Mitchell's face lit up and he jumped to his feet. "I knew it! Jack Frost!" He looked about excitedly, but saw no-one. Aliesha moved to the desk and picked up a pen and a bit of paper. Mitchell noticed the inanimate objects moving by themselves and watched, astounded, as the pen began to write.

Jack Frost is real, the pen wrote, this is all real; all those childhood characters are real. Santa, Sandman, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

Aliesha paused as Mitchell breathed, "Awesome!"

There are many more characters and I will tell you if you want to know.

Mitchell frowned at the paper. "I?" He repeated. "Who is 'I'? Who are you? Am I hallucinating or is this actually happening?"

I am Aliesha, daughter of Jack Frost and the Tooth Fairy. You are not hallucinating, this is real.

His frown eased slightly, but he still looked confused. "Why can't I see you?"

You need to believe.

Mitchell stared at those words, rereading everything. Aliesha watched his lips move as he read it all again for the fourth time. Then he startled.

And looked at her.

Sorry it's so short after so long not updating. I've got another two or so chapters written for this as well and I have a few ideas for Max's story as well. Hopefully I can get those sorted.

I've also got a poll up for my HTTYD fic, so if you've read that, would you please vote on that because I want your opinions on something :D