A Sandy Winter

Chapter 28: Looking For Jack Again

To say that Sandy was not happy would have been the understatement of the century. He spent several minutes glaring at Bunny so hard the Spirit of Hope feared that his head would burst into flames before they even left the North Pole. Tooth kept sending Bunny dirty looks as well and even a few elves had stuck their tongues out at him. Honestly! Had the entire world gone crazy for Jack Frost while Bunny wasn't looking? It was a conspiracy, of that he was sure. All that remained was for North and Pitch Black to start fawning over the kid too. Speaking of which…

Bunny sniffed the ground in front of him then frowned. After leaving the North Pole they had all split up and so he frowned, wondering how he was going to word to them that he had found Jack Frost's trail. Oh well, he shrugged. Maybe if he brought the brat back to Sandy in one piece Bunny could have a chance of survival. Maybe…


Tooth didn't bother hiding the fact that she was worried as she flew through Asia. The likelihood of Jack being there was slim she knew but she had to try.

"Did you find anything?" she asked her Baby Tooth Fairies worriedly.

They shook their little heads and communicate to her how worried they were about Jack and his teeth.

"We'll find him," she assured them. "We'll find him and his beautiful teeth."

They all brightened at the thought of seeing his teeth again and continued their search with renewed vigor.


"Why are you in sleigh?" North asked.

The elves didn't reply but merely shook their bells and licked a few extra cookies they had snuck onboard.

North sighed heavily. He really, really hoped that they found Jack soon. He was getting tired of searching for the wayward Spirit of Winter and resolved to place a tracking device under his skin upon finding him. As long as he could keep it a secret from Sandy that is. Somehow he didn't think Sandy would appreciate putting a tracking device on Jack. Then again, he might if this turned out to be an everyday occurrence.


Sandy was also tired of looking of Jack but he had more reasons than the others. He had spent fifty years with the boy, doing his best to teach him right from wrong, lessons which, more often than not, ended with a very upset and confused Jack who, many times before, often ran away to avoid discussing anything. So Sandy was definitely an expert when it came to tracking down Jack and also bored of it. Jack knew how much it irritated Sandy and tried to avoid doing it unless he was seriously upset but the others didn't know Jack's limits like Sandy did. No doubt they had pressed some buttons that were not meant to be pressed and then wondered why Jack ran off the way that he did. Sandy wasn't really surprised to hear that Jack had been giving the slip the entire time he was gone and would have been disappointed if he hadn't. But all that mattered now was finding Jack and explaining to him that everything was going to be all right before taking his son…

Sandy froze, his dream sand airplane stopping midflight before resuming its flight pattern. His son. Jack was his son. Jack Frost might not be his biological son but in every other way he was. He had been created by the Man in the Moon but then abandoned, left alone until Sandy had discovered him that day at the frozen lake sobbing his eyes out. Ever since then Sandy had done everything that normal fathers do with their children. He had taken care of Jack, made sure he had a roof over his head and food on the table plus the occasional new coat to replace the old one that had become worn-out. Once he had found Jack and reassured him of his love he was going to kill Bunny. Very, very slowly.


Jack lay in the snow, weakly coughing up blood. His short lived battle against Pitch hadn't gone as planned, the villain anticipating all of his moves before Jack himself knew what he was going to be doing. It hadn't taken much for Pitch to shove an arrow made out of black sand through his chest before leaving, maniacal laughter ringing in his ears. His chest hurt and so did everything else. He wanted Sandy. Sandy would make the pain go away, he would weave pretty dolphins for Jack to fall asleep to and when he woke up everything would be perfect again. He coughed again, nearly choking to death this time. He wanted Sandy. "Dad," he whispered before falling into unconsciousness once more…


A/N: I know there wasn't really much of a battle scene but (as I have said before) I really can't write battle scenes. Therefore, instead of writing a lousy scene and disappointing you guys, I decided to be smart and just skip it all together. Only a few chapters left! Thanks for all the reviews last time. 10 more please! Thanks!