It was five days later that Jack suddenly burst into Tooth's realm and shouted.

"I'm going!"

He then took off with a burst of frost and left Tooth reeling at his words. Since their little chat, Jack had firstly, ignored all of the Guardians for several days, wandering back to the room ever so often to tidy it up and leave little flowers. Finally, he came through and started to freeze the floors as he walked and chew on his bottom lip. Tooth had made a mad dash to London, dragging Bunny along with her, and had pleaded to Alex to help Jack.

"He's got to make a decision." She told them sternly as she sipped on some coffee.

Then this.

She watched his retreating form as he swirled through the air, leaving a trail of white behind him.

Going to Jack's point of view, things weren't all that good. He firstly felt horrible for making the troubled spirit so angry with him, and then cross with all the Guardians for not warning him about it sooner. Then after much bubbling, Jamie's issue had come bursting back into full blown terror in the front of his mind. Hence his swollen, pink lower lip. He had twisted around for a few days, wandering this way and that and receiving a rather humorous but worried phone call from Alex. But tonight he had felt it, the same fear curling up in his chest, when he had fallen into the lake so many years ago. It was cold and aching and horrible, it was the worst fear he had felt with Jamie, and he knew it could only mean the worst. It was biting, like his heart frosting over, and his hands becoming covered with chills and his hair swiftly swishing to white. He felt as if the world was cracking, not only his own.

The moon was particularly bright tonight, shining down on Jack and making his hair dapple with smooth light. It was odd, he thought, that all he could seem to see in his vision was light, even though he knew that he wouldn't get lost.

He arrived at the house, bouncing on the roof and tumbling downwards into some bushes. He yelped as he came in contact with the harsh plant and rubbed his back. He leapt upwards, circling around the house until he came to recognized the large window that adorned Jamie's room. Curtains were pulled over the smooth glass, but Jack saw that it was unlocked. He pushed it open slowly, slipping underneath and letting the curtain touch his chilled cheeks. He closed the window behind him and turned around.

The room was dark, the only light being the slivers of moonlight that danced around the walls and the floor. The door was open to the hallway, Jacks eyes darted towards the bed. Empty. He searched the room for a few moments before moving over and into the hallway.

He moved quietly, making sure not to awaken Sophie in the room over, he could hear her rasps of breath. Must have caught a cold. There was a slightly smaller door, with a tacky sign splashed with the words "reading room", hanging crooked on the front. It was open, just by a crack, but Jack could feel every negative, every inch of his body pulse with fear as he neared it. It was as if that door was the lake, and he was falling, falling so quickly through the cracked ice. It made his skin crawl, he was petrified of what he might see, what might slap him across the face. The wind was cold, colder than Jack realized.

He came to the door and tensed, circling his fingers around the edge to slowly, but surely, swing it open.

Jack's mouth unhinged in an open scream, it was high-pitched and slightly girly, but he didn't care. It rattled the house and he heard Sophie's short breaths crack up, her feet slap against the floor as she tumbled out of bed. It was dark, it dripped off the counter of the sink and pooled on the ground. Jack felt himself shiver and he collapsed on the ground, his knees curling underneath chest. He let out a dry, shriveled sob as he pulled himself on the floor towards Jamie's body. It had slipped off the sink, his arm was a stream of dying rivets and covered with a layer of drying crimson. The razor was scattered on the other side the bathroom. Jack let out another cry, cold tears making their way down his chilled cheeks. He gathered Jamie's limp body in his arms, pushing his face into his chest and rocking back and forth.

"No! No-pl-e" He screamed. It was gone now, he had let it fall too far, and it was gone now. Sophie's panicked gasps rang out behind him, but all he could concentrate on was the warmth against his thigh and chill coming from Jamie's chest.

"No!" He shouted. It was too much, it was crushing and devastating and Jack felt his mind explode. The grief hung heavy in the air, his sobs were raw and burned his throat. All he could see was red, and Jamie's angry face, it didn't have to end this way.

Why, why did it have to. He should've been more diligent, he should've been quicker to decide. He could've stopped this, but it was gone now. His only chance at happiness, Jamie's only chance at happiness, it was all flushed away in red. What was to happen now, he felt his soul curl up in loneliness. Perhaps he'd go back to the room, crawl up into the bed and never move again. Forever haunted by the red flashing across his eyes as he sobbed.

Sophie was prying at his shoulders, her fingers curling into his sweatshirt. He refused to let go, his arms curling around Jamie's body even tighter.

With all this, Jack failed to notice the design of the bathroom, like that would ever be of importance.

It was narrow, with a sink to the left and a toilet to the right side, beyond that a small shower, with a hanging faucet and a fuzzy mate adorned directly outside. There was a small window at the end, no curtain, it seemed to have fallen off and crumpled on the linoleum below. The moonlight flooded through the thin glass, making lines of white light on the tiles. They were curling outwards, they were curling towards Jamie.

Jack felt his breath hitch as something warm and cold touched his body, touched Jamie's body. Sophie's hand retracted from his shirt. The light, it was inviting, it came towards Jamie's body. Jack shot his head up, his shaking blue eyes widening.

"You-u." He cracked. It stopped for a moment, Jack realized.

"Please. Please help him, help me. I don't care if you just bring him back to human, please help him-m." More tears were falling. "I need him! I know you can! Please! Please! Please!"

Sophie's breathing was hitched. Jack felt himself tense as the light seemed to shrink away for a moment.

Then it slapped into them, Jack let go of Jamie as his skin became too hot to touch. His hands burned and he scrambled back, slipping on blood and crashing into Sophie's legs, sending them both sprawling.

Jack's eyes slipped closed, just for a second. There was a gasp, then he felt it, a smile. He didn't know how, but he thought that's how a smile should feel, from the man himself no less. His eyes shot open again.

"Jack."

Xxx

MIM! :D

Next chapter will be an epilogue. I am sad that it is coming to a close, but this has been amazing. Thank you all!