A/N: aw yeah 300 reviews :D and congrats on Cam3910 for being the 300th reviewer ;D and thumbs up to everyone who guessed it was the titanic before the end of the chapter and I actually had to research facts about the iceberg because I didn't know that much about it :3

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Chapter Twenty

Jack stood on the tip of the iceberg. The ship hadn't come yet he still had time. Could he change what happened that night? No, of course not. This was a dream, it's not like he was actually sent back in time. Looking around, Jack was actually thankful the guardians weren't here to see him sink the unsinkable ship carrying over a thousand innocent passengers.

Sitting back down on the iceberg, the winter spirit looked up. No moon. The moon wasn't shining that night and the water was still. Every second brought back painful memories of his fluke. Looking below him, Jack's eyes widened as he saw himself fly onto the iceberg.

This was when he was still new to being a spirit.

The other Jack below him looked the same and had the same staff and the same silver hair but instead of wearing a frosted blue hoodie, he had on a thin tan shirt and a brown shawl over it. He wasn't burned by fire and he didn't have dark bags under his eyes. That's right, Jack hadn't gotten his hoodie until decades after he had woken up. Jack flew down to his past self. It felt like he was looking in a mirror. Past Jack was upset so he flew somewhere desolate and current Jack knew exactly why.

He was so lonely. He remembered when he found out that there were other magical beings like him but when he confronted them they didn't even know he existed. "I though Jack Frost was just a myth since when did he come alive?" they said. "I thought Mother Nature made the snow." they said. Jack remembered that feeling of hurt and shock. How he felt invisible to his own kind and how he felt ignored where ever he went.

He remembered when he first met the Sandman and the Tooth Fairy. He remembered when he ran into the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus. They didn't know who he was back then, but none of them stuck around to get to know him. Everyone was too busy for him and they all assumed he would find someone else to talk to but oh how wrong they were.

All of those feelings, all of that disappointment caused the winter spirit to fly off, and here he was. Past Jack still didn't know what he was capable of, no one had told him what his feelings could do to his powers and they didn't know either since they never learned anything about him. They all assumed that he had complete control over what he was doing and that he had learned what was right and what was wrong. Still in awe, Current Jack reached out to Past Jack.

"H-Hello?" he whispered. There was no response.

Past Jack just continued to sulk and Current Jack tapped his shoulder but gasped when his hand went through him. The way his hand fell through his past self was like how humans walked through him. Did this mean he didn't believe in himself? No, Jack realized what was going on. He was watching one of his own memories. He wasn't reliving it he was witnessing it.

Everything made sense to him now. No wonder his past self didn't even acknowledge him. Then again, he was really angry that night and he was pretty upset but who wouldn't be? Through all his life Jack had to spend every day alone without being seen or heard. There were days when he'd cause mayhem just to get attention even if it was from someone shouting at him but at least he knew they'd acknowledge him for something right?

Past Jack started tapping his staff against the ice berg angrily.

"No stop!"

But Jack's warning went unheard by his past self. He could only watch in horror as the iceberg grew larger and became sturdier. The surface of the iceberg became clear and glassy making it reflected the dark night sky and water like a mirror. It was almost impossible to be seen from a distance.

"Dang it! Stop it me!" Jack wailed out. He tried to snatch his past self's staff but he only fazed through it. Jack screamed and at kicked himself but once again, Past Jack couldn't hear his future self because his future self was not actually there. Instead, his future self was watching a memory from his past about when he caused one of the worst disasters in history.

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Past Jack was angry. He was angry at the moon and at those other spirits. How could they think that he wasn't important? Now Jack Frost wasn't the oldest spirit out there and he wasn't the most responsible or the most obedient, but he still had feelings. He remembered that sliver of hope he had when he found out that there were others like him. He thought that he would actually make some friends and that his curse of being lonely and independent would come to an end.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He should have never thought that those spirits would try to get to know him. He hated how they could be seen and how children always gaped about what they got from Santa on Christmas or how they got excited over losing a tooth because the Tooth Fairy was going to visit him. Children laughed with joy at what they found on Easter and smiled as they described the types of dreams the sandman gave them. As for his snow and ice, children were told to bundle up by their parents and they were only amused by Jack's creation for a few hours before they got tired and spent the rest of the day avoiding it inside.

Was he jealous?

Was he jealous because children believed in everyone but him? Or was it because they had time for each other and not one of them even batted an eye at him?

Or was it because they had someone there for them?

Past Jack never had anyone there for him. If only he knew that in a few decades, he would go through a wardrobe change and that he would start watching over the house of a young boy and that he would become a guardian and have a family again.

If only he knew that there was a ship heading his way.

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Bunnymund trembled while standing on a small piece of solid ice. He hated the cold more than he hated how North boasted about Christmas being better than Easter. Out of all the places Frostbite had to dream about, it just had to be iceberg laden waters in the middle of the night. Or was it early in the morning?

Using his boomerangs to wade through the calm water, he searched around for any signs of the other guardians. It was slowly becoming colder so he knew Jack was here somewhere but what about North and Tooth? He slowly padded through the water feeling a bit nervous. He'd never tell anyone, but he was actually pretty restless about this. Bunnymund hated the cold and here he was freezing his paws off while one of his friends could be dying for all he knew or worse.

The Australian shivered again. Dang it why did Jack have to make it so cold?

Up in the distance he could barely see and iceberg coming into view. It wasn't that big of an iceberg, but it seemed different and vaguely familiar. The dark night sky and still water disguised the glassy iceberg as if it was nothing. Looking closer, he saw what looked like a silhouette of a boy. Bunnymund squinted his green eyes. Was that Jack? The silhouette had a blue hoodie and held a wooden staff and his hands and legs were wrapped in bandages it was Jack!

"Hey Frostbite!" he called out. Jack spun around and saw the Easter Bunny on a block of ice.

"Bunny? Is that you?"

"No it's the Tooth Fairy. Yes of course it's me!"

Jack looked at the ocean. It seemed still and calm enough for him to walk on. He placed his foot on the water and a road of frost was created on the surface. Freezing the surface of the water as he walked on it, Jack slowly made his way to Bunnymund. He looked jittery as if something was about to happen and his eyes were full of paranoia.

Jack remembered this night perfectly and he did not want Bunnymund to see it. In fact, he didn't even want to see it. He remembered how North had flown to him once the ship broke apart and sank into the depths of the ocean. North had given Jack quite the scolding that night. He didn't think that side of North existed but he does now.

Glancing over his shoulder, current Jack saw that Past Jack was still on the iceberg using it as an output for all his misery. Bunnymund saw what Jack was focused on and stared dumfounded.

"Is, is that you over there?"

"Um, yes."

"How can you be standing right in front of me if you're over there on that ic-"

Bunnymund stopped mid-sentence. He remembered that there was this one night where approximately 1,516 died when a ship sank. North was doing a test run that night, and he was there to witness it. After that night North had refused to speak of it but as word of the event spread, they all knew it was an iceberg that had caused the ship to sink.

Now E. Aster Bunnymund knew that Jack Frost had done some terrible things. He had frozen roads causing accidents, caused blizzards that wiped out villages, and then there was the blizzard of '68, but Bunnymund had never expected that Jack Frost had sunk the Titanic.

"Okay now before you can start making accusations I just want to point out I am not actually over there that is my past self well, not my human past self but my when I was starting out as a spirit,"

Bunnymund was speechless as Jack rambled on. His eyes were fixated on Past Jack who looked like he was crying. Current Jack noticed that his past self was crying and felt humiliated so he moved in front of Bunnymund to obscure his view of his lonely past self. He didn't want him to see how he acted when he first became a spirit since he was a little over dramatic about it.

"Ok Kangaroo why don't you say we go look for Tooth and North?"

"Uh, sure but don't try anything funny."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Bunnymund walked forward but Jack blocked him with his staff.

"Let's go the other way."

"Why?"

"Because, I already looked over there."

"You were hanging out on an iceberg over there."

"And there is no need for you to in that direction."

Jack knew that the Titanic was coming and he didn't want to see it smash into the iceberg again. He didn't want Bunnymund to see it either but as he kept moving around the Pooka blocking his view and path, he didn't notice that Tooth and North were coming up behind them.

"Hey guys!" Tooth chirped behind them. Jack swung around and saw North was paddling with his swords while floating on a piece of ice with Tooth hovering next to him. Jack zoned out as he focused on North's grim face. Looks like he recognized tonight too. The winter spirit remained silent being lost in thought. He didn't even hear the chatter of Tooth and Bunnymund behind him. This is it.

The Titanic would be here any minute now, and they would all have to witness it. Past Jack was sitting on the tip of the iceberg still upset and his back was turned. Current Jack could see the ship coming into view and he grew restless.

"Okay everyone now that we're all here why don't we get going?"

"Why what's the rush?" Tooth asked. They were all standing with their backs turned on the iceberg. Jack didn't have time to respond before the crashing sound of ice making contact with a ship echoed through the night.

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A/N: so hopefully I didn't confuse everyone with this chapter but just to be clear, jack and the guardians are currently in one of jacks old memories from when he was still new to being an immortal and invisible winter spirit. Past jack is from that memory and is the one with the shawl and current jack is the one this story is about. The guardians cant do anything to reach out or touch anyone because they are in a dream and not reality.

Now all that stuff up there in the beginning about how lonely jack felt when he first became a magical being is from back when I was 12 and 13 because that was when I was depressed the most and I look back on my past self sometimes and wonder how I ever made it through a year feeling like that and I wish that I could tell my past self that things do get better and that I should stop crying because there are other people who have it worse than me. When I was 13 I had made a noose to hang myself but then I chickened out because it was night and I didn't want to hang myself in the dark because im a wimp like that but that noose is till hidden in my room somewhere and im going to stop rambling about my life and respond to a certain review

.18: dear glob when I saw how long your review was I thought I did something wrong but when I read it im glad I was wrong :3 the plot of this story came into my head after I started reading rise of the guardian fanfictions and I thought that this would turn into one of those fics where it seems like a good idea in your head and only a couple people like it but apparently I was wrong since I never expected to get so many reviews and follows and favorites ;) I never thought that I had talent in writing because I always thought I was bad at it so I hid all my stories from everyone because I felt embarrassed when they read it but I guess I was wrong again. Oh and by the way, Im used to being lonely since when I was a toddler growing up there was nobody for me to play with so I would always be that one kid playing board games by herself in the corner and I guess it kinda grew into a habit but writing this fanfic has provided an output for me whenever I was sad or when my parents were angry I would hide in my room just writing out a new chapter and OMG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS RESPONSE TO BE SO LONG D: