Skyler P.O.V.:

I leaned over the balcony outside the workshop; I hugged by sweater around myself, with one hand holding a warm mug of eggnog, and my wings were tucked tightly against my back, trying to avoid the painful cold. I sighed, condensation escaping my mouth.

It was beautiful outside; ice and snow covered the mountain tops, the sun had set almost completely and the moon had arrived to take its place.

I stared at my hand as I weaved dream sand in between my fingers back and forth as it fluctuated from white to gold, as if I were opening and closing a cell phone, waiting for a call that would never come. It felt like three days ago; I was the socially awkward 13 going on 14-year-old with only one friend in the world. Now…I met the Guardians. And they became the closest thing to an actual family I've had in a long time.

Sandy told me what I could do. What I was really capable of. And I guess you could say I understand why I can….or 'should' be a Guardian. Let's shed some light on that subject:

Pitch represents bad dreams.

Sandy represents good dreams.

And me…well…from what Sandy told me…

I represent the beginning of dreams… and I can mold my sand into anything, and it becomes the real deal. Pretty cool, except I have to be careful on what I create, for example; I create a Rhino out of thin air.

Picture that.

…

Not a pretty situation is it?

Funny; if I had this ability or gift my whole life, then why didn't I notice it? Or do something with it? Like what happened to my parents…

I groaned and rubbed my face. What am I doing reminiscing on this? I should just shut up, and enjoy this while I can…

"Hey there Tinker Bell…" I was pulled from my thoughts and looked up to see Jack sitting on the railing with that annoying smirk on his face. His blue eyes full of mischief and playfulness, his eyebrows knit in confident determination.

I raised a questioning eyebrow, my wings fluttered slightly in agitation, "'Tinker Bell?" I asked. He laughed and jumped down, standing beside me. He pinched the tip of my wing, and I immediately flinched away from his touch, he laughed, "So; how was flying lessons? Fall much?" he joked ignoring my question, twitching my wings, I rolled my eyes and I gave a half smile, shrugging, "No…just had problems with…location and direction. But it was fine." Jack smirked, raising an eyebrow, "Oh really?" I nodded, and leaned my back against the railing, "And Sandy taught me a few things…" "Like what?" Jack asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Like this."

I opened my hand and white sand swirled around forming the shape of a butterfly, Jack's eyes widened and he looked at me and at the shape, "W-whoa…how did-how did you do that?" he asked, giving small laughs of disbelief, I shrugged, "That's not all." I closed my hand over the shape and closed my eyes.

After a moment I opened my hands and a light blue butterfly fluttered out of it. Jack jumped back a little and gave a small gasp.

"How…can you…?" "Honestly; I don't know." I said, looking away from his shock expression and out at the open scenery. "I just figured it out today."

There was a long silence between us. I internally scolded myself.

First time you get to talk to Jack Frost alone and you have nothing else to say! Say something you idiot!

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to think of what to say. "Um…Ja—"

"You know…I was in the same position as you once." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows quizzically, "What?" "You know; being a new Guardian and stuff…and…having no memory…" I tilted my head to the side, "You forgot something too?" he shrugged, "Yeah...I wanted to know who I was before I was…you know…who I am now; Jack Frost." He motioned to himself, and I nodded understandingly.

Then he shrugged, "But I got my memories back…or…at least I think I did…" "What do you mean?" he looked down unsurely, and shook his head, "It's nothing…" I scooted closer and nudged the older boy, "C'mon, you can tell me!" I said smiling. He smiled back and looked at the floor again and sighed.

"Well…I guess I should tell you… I already told North, so…" he trailed off.

"What…does it have something to do with…Pitch?" I didn't like saying his name. it left a bitter taste in my mouth. His face darkened and closed his eyes.

"I've…I've been having these weird dreams…but they feel more like memories, there's always this girl, uh, Sera I think her name was…" my eyes widened, my wings ruffled out in anticipation.

Sera? I know that name…

"…it was back when I was human…she always…she seemed…I think she was my friend…or…my girlfriend…or something like that…" I immediately had the urge to ask him what I was thinking; "Was there a bear?" I blurted out. He gave me a surprised look

"Y-yeah…how did you know?" I stared down at my mug knitting my eyebrows.

"I've been having dreams about being chased by a bear…and the name Sera popped up too…" I looked up at him, "Do you know what it could mean at all?" he shook his head.

"I have no idea." He said, shaking his head. I sighed.

I remembered seeing a boy about his age in one of my dreams…but he had brown hair and eyes. I don't know what it was, but it was like we were best friends…

…Or someone important.

But I thought I shouldn't tell him. Then I remembered what I should have done a while ago. My wings fluttered nervously.

"Um…Jack?" he looked over at me. My face became pink with embarrassment, "Uh… I'm…really sorry about punching you…and throwing a shoe at your head, and calling you Frosty the Snow-Jerk…I just…a lot happened…" Jack laughed, "Don't worry about it. I kinda deserved it anyway…" "And what happened at the pond and the Tooth Palace; I don't think I thanked you for that either…" I turned my head away so he wouldn't see my blushing face.

"You thanked me at the pond." He said a-matter-of-factly.

I know I did. But he did something I felt like I could never repay him for…I felt my head where my bruise was, it didn't hurt as much as before, but it was still sore.

I set my mug aside, and folded my wings down flat on my back.

"I know but…" I muttered. My face became a darker shade of pink, and my wings trembled; gosh, I hated how they expressed what I was feeling internally.

"Jack." I turned to him and our eyes met once again; that strange but compatible mix of brown and blue.

I took a deep breath and out of sheer impulse, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, resting my head on his shoulder. He tensed.

He dropped his staff.

Clack!

Jack P.O.V.

My body tensed at her sudden contact. Not that I didn't like it, it was just so…

…Familiar.

I could feel the heat radiate off her face, and I knew what that meant: she was blushing.

"Thank you Jack…for everything…" she whispered in my ear. After a moment or two of stiffness, I relaxed.

I hesitantly warpped my arms around her and hugged her back, surprisingly a little tighter than I wanted to. But she didn't seem to mind, and neither did I.

After about a moment she pulled away, her face completely red and her wings trembling. What was she embarrassed about?

"I…I should go inside now…" she stuttered slightly, she picked up her mug and flew back inside clumsily, her shoulders as stiff as a statue (either do to being a beginner at flying or her being nervous). I watched until she was out of my line of sight.

I bent over and picked up my staff, not noticing I had dropped it. I stood back up and continued took look in the direction she left to.

"Weird…" I murmured to myself. It was strange.

When she hugged me, it felt so familiar. So…natural. It was completely unreal.

And for the first time in decades I felt my face warm up a little.

Then something flashed in my mind like an image of an old memory; a girl and I…she looked just like Skyler, she was hugging me….

'Thanks Jack!'

I gripped my head as a sharp pain followed shortly after. "Auugh…!" I groaned.

I pulled my hand away and winced, "Wha…what was that…?" I blinked a couple of times.

The image of the girl stayed in my mind.

Why does she look so much like Skyler? Where do I know her from…?

I shook my head, "I need to know if I have all my memories or not…or else this is just going to bother me…"

Skyler P.O.V.

I…am an idiot. What the fudge did I just do?

Oh yeah! Great; hug the dude who saved your life! Just brilliant! Now he's going to think I like him! Dang it!

Dang it dang it dang it dang it DANG IT!

No, no, no, no, NO! I told myself NOT to do this!

"AAURGH!" I grabbed fists full of my hair and growled under my breath, and flopped backwards on my bed. I sighed and stared at the ceiling, my face burning hot.

I was too embarrassed to go outside and talk to the others.

Jack might've told everyone what I did…

Thank God I'm training with Bunny tomorrow. I need something to distract me.

Badly.

I grabbed one of my sketch books and opened it to the page where I left off. I stared at it.

It was a sketch of me…or…at least someone that looked like me, and she was wearing an outfit that looked like it was from colonial times.

I gasped.

Sera…