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DISCLAMER – I DON'T OWN ROTG

Sometimes it's not the person you miss.

It's the memories.

RECAP –

Suddenly, everything seemed cold and dark. Jackson felt as if he was falling, falling, falling.

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

That was weird.

Well, if falling out of a shadow into your father's living room in front of said person wasn't weird, Jackson thought that nothing in the world would be able to qualify for the title.

Jackson was still breathing heavily and the cut on his leg throbbed in pain. He could feel the sweat run down his gritty back and his heart was beating out of his ribcage, but he was safe in HIS home, not Frost's, meaning now he was able to calm down. His father, however, was very far away from being calm. His son had just appeared out of no-where, injured! Of course he was going to panic.

But not in front of Jackson.

"Jackson are you okay?"

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

Pitch watched as his oldest, but very young in comparison to himself, child slept on the couch. His leg had been washed and was now covered in white bandages. From past experiences, Pitch had found out that it was impossible for the children to dream, but he had always thought that was the only side-affect from being his child. Obviously, he was wrong.

He doubted Pippa was able to travel through shadows. Despite being his daughter, she always rather be in the sun and play in the day time compared with the dark. Lately, she seemed almost scared of it, but as long as she was with Jackson or himself, she seemed to be alright with it. He blamed Frost, telling her and Jackson, not that Jackson ever listened to him, stories of monsters under the bed.

Though, that WAS good inspiration on how to spread nightmares… now wasn't the time to think of that! His revenge will be sweet, very sweet… no one hurts his child without getting punished for it!

Back to the topic, he would have to teach Jackson how to travel through the shadows safely without visiting china. It wouldn't do any good for him or the natives who'll come across him. It would be difficult, for spirit instinctively knew how to use their powers when they are born, in comparison to humans who have to lean through trial and error.

This made Pitch wonder if Jackson could control his sand. Well, not right away, of course, Pitch himself was having trouble making it when a child had a nightmare, but, give or take a century or so, he should be able to control it. However, at this moment of time, it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Maybe making them into monsters WAS a good idea…

"Dad, you're thinking too hard again."

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

Ouch. That was the first thought that came into Jackson's head when he awoke form his dreamless slumber. The fact he couldn't dream bugged his uncle to no end, but there wasn't anything that could actually do about it.

"Jackson, what do you remember?" Pitch asked. This made Jackson think. What did he remember? Well, there was dad's jokes, which made him laugh. Then dad left. Then John, the bastard, threw his latest empty bottle at him.

That explained the pain on his leg.

Then he ran. Into the forest. Tripping on the rotting log; being cornered by the wolves.

"Falling." Jackson said to his father. "I remember falling."

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

The next few days was spent healing, practicing, and playing around. The two boys ate when they need to, and Jackson slept while Pitch did his rounds. The days flew by quickly, but the two didn't notice until Pippa called…

"Daddy, Daddy! Jacky's missing daddy!" Jackson woke up to this call. His leg was almost completely healed, meaning he could practice shadow traveling.

"Hey Peps, I'm in here-" Jackson was interrupted when his younger sister ran into him, holding on as is he would disappear any moment.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He looked down at his younger sibling, smiling. "You don't have to go anywhere either, if you don't want to." She shook her head and Jackson felt his top started to get wet due to Pippa's tears, making him sigh

"I promise I'll never leave you alone again."

BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON

Jack watched as he learned to shadow travel. He smiled. In the past 300 years, he learnt a lot of things about the world, about different people, mortals and spirits, and how they changed the world that there was today. He had learnt about the different places that he could and couldn't access as the winter spirit. He had even learnt about the responsibilities as winter spirit he had, and how important it was for him to do it.

In the 300 years he had been roaming the Earth, absorbing all the knowledge he could get his hands on, he never learnt about himself. In the past 300 years, he was merely a spectator watching from the shadows, never intervening; doing nothing.

However, in the last few days, he had learnt so much more about himself and others. He had learnt that the past shapes you, help you makes decisions. After all, he had only helped the Guardians to get his memories, his past, back. But he had also learnt that people help shape you too. Friends, family can change due to you and you can change due to friends and family.

But, it made Jack wonder why Pitch was acting the way he was.

The sound of ice cracking filled the air.

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