A/N: Okay so, so many of you were a little disappointed at the length, it is still over 1000 words, I've been stuck on the story and trying to write my fandom gift story and stories for my donation pieces.. Just bear with me.

Chapter 36 – Consequences of Three

3rd POV

Jack sat frozen as the words swirled around and around in his head like a hurricane, son… classed as their son?

Sandy stared with his mouth agape, his eyes shifting from Jack to the elders with awe and anger. Awe because Jack was one of the most powerful spirits and didn't know it, he held a piece of Winter's staff in one hand and both his and Mother Nature's powers of winter, he also had Manny's light and Ombric's ability to slow time.

Anger because it always went back to the neglect, how could they neglect Jack for so long? How could they let him suffer so? Let the death toll rise and the darkness begin to brew in the boys mind?

Ombric's eyes turned to look at Sandy who was fuming, four course actions shining in a row, scenes of what would come playing in each bubble. Two lead into destruction, one leads with joyous endings and another is a mix of both. All in all it was what he did to prevent the worst case scenario. With a sigh he raised his staff and tapped the bottom twice on the ground, watching as time slowed down and then stopped; only leaving those in the room to move. Nothing would be affected now as they were moving too fast.

"Ombric?" Winter asked confused as he saw and felt the world slow and stop.

"Speak your mind now Sanderson, you can speak." Ombric stated, ignoring Winter's curious question.

Jack raised his brows and turned to look at Man of Sand in surprise, one of his hands moving and resting on the small man's shoulder but yet it didn't calm him.

Sandy looked down at Jack, his face softening slightly before turning to glare at the others. He had not spoken since he had landed here on earth and discovered what his voice did to those who rested. But he wasn't concerned about them, he was concerned only about the boy he considered a friend; a brother.

"What right have you to claim such a thing?" He hissed, his voice rough from misuse and barely above a whisper and yet even with the dream like tone you could hear his anger. "What right have you to call him son? To claim him as prince? You, who never cared for him, to seek him out when you knew he would not remember!"

Jack's brows disappeared behind his hairline as he stared at Sandy, disbelieving on what he was hearing. Sandy was talking, talking in the language of stars no less. It was so not what Jack had pictured when he thought of what Sandy's voice would be like.

It was soft, dreamlike. It sounded like wind chimes swinging softly in the breeze with the sound of rain falling lightly in the rainforest; along with a sound that he couldn't identify. It made him feel awake and tired at the same time, now Jack understood why Sandy never spoke.

"Sanderson, calm yourself. There is no need to be ang… Yes, yes there is a reason for you to be angry but he is still our child, we helped create him into a spirit." Winter exclaimed causing Sandy just to hiss in anger and clench his fists.

"You did not answer my question Winter King; tell me what made you stay away? What made you watch him suffer all the pain? Do you know the feeling of being walked through? Jack had a point when he had uttered the broken hopeless feeling each time! You allowed a Pooka's core to be damaged by your feebleminded reasons! A broken hope in a Pooka is death, is worse than death! Your foolishness will never be forgiven and nor will I or the others when they know allow you to claim him!" Sandy yelled his voice now a normal speaking tone. His hand was clasped on Jack's upper arm tightly as he glared down the three elders that he once called friend.

"Sandy, we didn't… we couldn't… Oh… Tsar Lunar said that he will know… We told him to tell you Hellebore that you were the winter prince. You couldn't see me unless you needed me." Sera explained while looking down at her folded hands in her lap.

Jack stood from the chair he was perched on, his eyes narrowed. "He told me my name was Jack Frost and never spoke to me again. I woke up alone and confused, I had no idea what and who I was. I was scared and I asked the Moon every night why I was here, it took me 10 years to figure out the season and I killed many in my years of learning!" Jack yelled furious causing the three to frown.

"You said I couldn't see you unless I needed you, I needed you for three hundred years! Why couldn't you send Flower or the others to tell me this?" He asked pointing to the two frozen spirits behind her.

Jack hissed at Father Winter, pointing his staff as he did so. "Why did you not come and see me when I had caused the blizzard? Hundreds to thousands of climate changes when they weren't needed? Where were you then?"

Ombric sighed sadly, regret blooming in his chest. "I am sorry young one; we didn't mean to hurt you. There were so many things that could have happened and yet we should have tried harder to help you. We should have not listened to Tsar Lunar and hoped he would teach you. I don't regret saving you and I do hope in time you can forgive us, you as well Sanderson."

"It will be a long time coming old friends. I may have played my part in not helping Jack, letting my job consume me but I will, Toothiana and Nicholas will make sure Jack comes into his powers. And in time, Aster will help his… mate…?" Sandy spoke, looking down at a regular size Jack.

"Evergreen does not need to teach me the ways of the Pooka. I remember everything Man of Sand, but he will help me cope with the mourning I still feel in my heart." Jack whispered before pressing his hand to his chest.

With a deep sigh he looked at his four extra arms and stared at the others, "I need a cloak to hide my arms till they leave, Aster is waking; I can sense it." Sera nodded before standing, gesturing for him to follow her, leaving Sandy and the others.

"We regret." Winter stated sombre as he looked back at the dream maker. "Please, make sure you look after him Sanderson that is all we ask."

Sandy nods his head, "I will be telling the others, they have the right to know what is going on. But only when Jack is ready, expect a visit from North, Ombric."

Father Time just bows his head, he knows that he will definitely be getting a visit from his apprentice when he found out; it was a thing he had to face and would welcome the angry disappointment. Now more than ever after rethinking over his choices, Ombric wished he could alter the past so Jack was never alone. But being the keeper of time was a hard job, no matter what it had to stay the same, no matter the feelings on it.

"Man of Sand, we need to leave." Jack uttered as he swept back into the room, a leather robe curled around his form hiding the extra arms. It was tanned until it was white with silver snowflakes stitched through the material; all in all it screamed Jack.

Sadness was the main thing Jack felt, that and anger. The leather robe he now wore that hid his arms belonged to his father. It was the same robe that he wore on his wedding day to his mother, something he would cherish forever and wear on special events.

Stopping, Jack looked over his shoulder at the other three. "I hope you understand that I won't be forgiving you for a long time. Maybe never, because of everything that has happened my mate was hurt, that is the main thing. I will seek you out, until then stay away." He uttered blandly before pulling out the snow globe and chucking it into the air. His room in Joy and Phil's house appeared and without looking back he stepped through, just as Father Time lifted his power.

~XxX~

The portal closed behind them, leaving the other three behind just as Jack's feet hit the ground.

"I know I need to explain Man of Sand." He hummed before jumping out into the open, dragging Sandy with him to the memorial place. He had to show Sandy for one and it was far enough away without being heard. Sandy gaped at the ice stature of him, the very detailed statue of him.

"I made this when you… When you know." Jack muttered while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I am a Pooka, Sandy, and yes Aster is my mate. I just, I'm so afraid of telling him. Only when Aster and I actually fall in love can I return to my form…" Jack trailed off bitterly, what a stupid spell. "And I can just see it now… 'Hey Aster guess what? I'm a Pooka and better yet I'm our mate!'… That's going to go over so well. He will hate me sandy, he will think I'm just rubbing it all in even if I can show him proof!" he finished off hysterical, his chest heaving as he clenched his hair with two hands while the others squeezed the arms he held.

Placing a hand on Jack, Sandy smiled sadly. Maybe for now just continue on as Jack Frost the Winter Sprite and not Hellebore Jack Frost the Pooka. Maybe when Aster has calmed from this experience then explain to him, if he were to never speak to you again Jack, I am here for you and I will always be here for you… now we must return, you said that Aster was waking no?

Jack smiled up at Man of Sand and nodded, the fear being pushed to the back of his mind for now as they leapt into the air and flew towards the Workshop, towards Aster.

A/N: Righto, this isn't a cliffy so don't kill me and it is a continuation of the other cliff-hanger, this happens while Aster is dreaming. AND SANDY SPOKE! *Gasp*

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