I'm back once again and this time I'm bringing Jamie Bennett with me. I have so many ideas for stories that include Jamie, but those are always when his older and I wanted my first one to be when he's still a kid.

So this is the result of that. I hope you all enjoy and I will try to update soon again.

The house almost shook as Jamie slammed his bedroom door closed behind him. He threw his schoolbag to the floor and stalked over to the his bed, throwing himself onto the mattress and burring his face in his pillow. He let out a scream, the pillow muffling the sound and making sure his mother and sister didn't hear him.

He did not need either of them asking him what was wrong.

He sat up, still holding the pillow to his face and let out a another scream. As soon as the sound ebbed away his shoulders sagged and he let the pillow fall back to the bed, a small sigh escaping his lips.

"Rough day at school, buddy?"

"Gah!"

Jamie spun around so quickly he promptly fell off his bed and hit the floor with a dull thud. He sat up so quickly his head spun, his heart hammering beneath his ribs. His eyes snapped towards the direction the voice had come from, the young boy expecting to see an intruder.

Only to see Jack sitting on top of his desk, the Winter Spirit comfortably leaning against the wall with his legs crossed by the ankles and reading a book.

Jamie frowned and stood up, absently rubbing his butt to ease the dull ache that had come from hitting the floor.

"How did you get in here?"

Jack didn't even glance up from the book as he answered.

"I decided to take after North and jumped down the chimney."

Jamie stared at the Guardian of Fun for a long moment. Jack sounded completely serious and nothing on the immortal's expression reviled anything else. Yet, Jamie couldn't picture Jack sliding down their chimney. Not that he didn't think Jack wasn't capable, but the whole thing just sounded so utterly ridiculous.

"Seriously?"

Jack glanced up at the Jamie and the instant he saw the boy's expression, his lips tugged upwards in an easy grin.

"You're hilariously gullible sometimes, buddy. Your mother opened the window an hour ago."

Jamie stuck his tongue out at his friend.

"Shut up." He then blinked. "Wait, you been sitting here for an hour?"

Jack nodded and went back to the book, which Jamie now focused on. He recognized it and was very surprised to see it in the Winter Spirit's hands. Heck, he avoided it as much as possible.

"Jack, why are you reading my history book?"

The immortal teenager smirked but never raised his gaze from the book.

"I'm reading up on some stuff I missed out on while also seeing what they got wrong."

Jamie walked over to the desk and leaned against his chair, glancing at the book before looking back up at Jack.

"Got wrong?"

Jack turned the page and nodded.

"Yep. The idiot who wrote this got a whole lot of stuff wrong." He shut the book and threw it to the side. He then scooted forward, until his legs dangled over the edge of the desk, and folded his arms over his knees. "But enough about that. What got you in such a foul mood this wonderful day?"

Jamie gave a scowl and opened his mouth to deny that anything was wrong, but the look he got from the Guardian had his mouth snap shut. He stared at Jack for a long moment, but Jack only stared back. After a few moments, Jamie let out a sigh and let his head fall to his folded arms.

"It's really stupid." He murmured.

"I doubt that."

Several seconds of silence passed before Jamie let out a groan.

"There's this girl in my class."

Jack actually snorted.

"Girl problem? Seriously?"

Jamie raised his head slightly and glared at the Winter Spirit.

"No. There's no 'girl problem'. Just problem."

Jack raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. Jamie sighed but then spoke up.

"Her name is Angely, but she's far from an angel. She's mean and a bully and for some reason she hates my gut. And now I have been paired with her in a project and when I talked to my teacher, she just said I had to try and be nice to her."

Jamie slammed his head repeatedly against his arms and let out a loud groan.

"I can't stand her!"

Jack let out a loud snort, outright laughing when Jamie glared at him. He then leaned his elbows against his knees and put his head in his hands, smirk that smile so full of mischief Jamie never got tired of seeing. It just fit Jack so perfectly.

"Yeah, isn't it really annoying when you have to be nice to someone you really want to throw a brick at?"

"Tell me about it."

Jack chuckled at his first believer's misfortune, but then frowned as something in his mind clicked. Jamie noticed the sudden silence and raised his head, his eyebrows lowering when he saw the Winter Spirit's thoughtful expression.

"Jack?"

The immortal teenager blinked at the sound of his name and looked up, meeting Jamie's gaze with his own. But before the boy could say anything, Jack was already speaking.

"It's not like you to get this frustrated over something like this. There's something you're not telling me."

Jamie scowled, more to himself than anything else. He had hoped Jack wouldn't have noticed, but apparently the Winter Spirit was more observant than he had first thought.

"Jamie?"

The boy let out a sound that could either have been a whine or a sigh and lowered his head back to his arms.

"She doesn't believe. Not in the Easter Bunny, or in the Tooth Fairy, or in Santa Claus or in the Sandman." He let out a shaky breath. "…she doesn't believe in you."

He didn't look up, he didn't see Jack's lost expression. But he didn't need to, he knew it was there. He tried so hard to get his classmate to change her mind, to open her eyes, but she refused. He had tried for an entire week and he had done everything he could think of, but in the end, he had failed.

Because he hadn't wanted to see that lost expression on Jack's face. Jamie knew he and his friends were the only children that believed in Jack, but the Winter Spirit had never complained about having so few believers. But Jamie wanted him to have more, had wanted to get more children to believe in Jack Frost.

But he failed.

"…Jamie, look at me."

He hesitated for a moment, but the slowly raised his head. He scrubbed at his cheeks, trying to get rid of the evidence the few tears had left behind despite knowing it was no use. As he looked up, he was confused to see that Jack was smiling softly at him.

"I know you tried and I appreciate you doing that, but…" Jack closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again they were shining with tears, but his soft smile didn't waver. "But you can't force someone to believe, Jamie. No matter how much you want to, you can't force that belief into existence."

The Winter Spirit chuckled, but it sounded hollow and forced. Jamie almost cringed and had to force himself not to start crying again. When Jack looked back at him, something in his chest shattered.

"…believe me, I've tried."

Jamie tried to swallow the large lump that had suddenly appeared in the back of his throat and his hands gripped the chair so hard it nearly hurt. He had never seen Jack look so…broken.

He knew there was a lot he didn't knew about Jack's life or for how long he had gone before gaining his first believers, as the Guardian had refused to tell him, but something told him those years hadn't been easy for Jack.

And a part of him wondered if he even wanted to know.

One thing he did know however was that Jack was never suppose to have that haunted look in his eyes, never someone as kind and selfless as the Winter Spirit.

Because that was what Jack was. Kind and selfless. Heck, Jack had done everything to get Jamie to believe in Bunny during the whole 'Nightmare incident', never once thinking about himself.

Slowly, Jamie looked away and bit his lip.

"It's not fair."

He glanced up in time to see Jack shake his head weakly and let out a deep breath through his nose.

"Life's not fair, kiddo. There's always going to be those who doesn't believe, no matter how hard we try to make them, and in the end we have to accept that."

Jamie frowned.

"I don't like it."

Jack shrugged.

"You don't have to, you just have to accept it. There's going to be a lot of things in life you won't like and they will be hard to accept, but refusing to accept them will only hurt you in the end."

Jack then suddenly leapt to his feet, his toes gripping the edge of the desk. Jamie nearly jumped back at the Winter Spirit's sudden movements but the laughed when he noticed the smirk on the immortal teenager's lips. Jack leaned over and grabbed his staff, that had been leaning against the wall, and twirled it within his fingers.

"Now, there's perfect day of winter just outside and it would be a crime to let it go to waste. So quit your moping and get your butt in gear."

Jamie let out a rich laughter, his previously foul mood instantly forgotten.

"Sure! Let me just get my jacket."

Jack leapt over to the window and pointed his staff towards his first believer.

"You better hurry or you're going to get a snowball to the face."

Jamie only laughed as Jack leaned out of the window and disappeared from view. The boy then ran out of his room and down the stairs. But as he reached for his jacket, his hand stilled for a moment as his mind returned to their conversation and he smiled softly.

Jack was right, he could never force someone to believe. But he would never stop, he would do everything he could to bring out the belief in those who possessed it. He would get more people to believe in Jack Frost, he would get more children to believe in his Hero.

Because that was what Jack was. A Hero. And Jamie would never let Jack go back to being just a legend, to being an expression. He would always believe Jack and he would make sure others did too.

And that, was a promise.