Hullo again good people – sorry that the last chapter came late but I kinda forgot to upload so…enjoy?

Summary:

Sometimes Jack likes to goof around instead of doing work – this is one of those times, except he saves someone else from work whist he's at it.

Because that's how Jack Frost rolls.

Jack twitched.

Still nothing. Wait! Was that…no, that was just the wind making the curtain move.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Jack leant against the window, creating frost patterns with his fingers.

"Where is he?" Jack muttered, letting his head fall back. "He should be here right now." Jack's sad monologue was interrupted by his leg slipping and making him topple.

Balancing on a windowsill wasn't an easy thing to do – in most cases, humans classed it as "dangerous" and "irresponsible" – but then again, Jack had never agreed to what humans said so here he was. Curled up and hanging off the edge of the windowsill, the spirit had patiently waited for his friend to enter the room as he always did, at roughly the same time. But now, almost fifteen minutes later, there was no sign of Jamie.

"You're gonna kill me one day, you know that?" Jack huffed, pulling his leg back into the ledge before squeezing himself to one side. Silently, he opened the bedroom window and slid inside, wiggling his toes on the soft carpet. Frost spread slightly from his feet as he looked around, swinging his staff.

Jack felt out of his comfort zone in a house. Sure, the spirit had been in Jamie's room before, but not walked through it.

It had been a long time since he had entered someone's house, let alone a room before. It felt weird seeing a ceiling instead of sky, but Jack pressed on, weaving around various toys to get to the wooden door on the other side. Frowning, he turned the handle and slowly creaked the door open and slipped through, not bothering to close it behind him. Biting his lip, he stretched out one of his legs onto the step in front of him. Growing in confidence, he put down more weight and was about to walk down them when the stair creaked.

"What the?!" Jack sprang back, leaping onto the cabinet beside him, pointing his staff out in front of him. After staying still for a few minutes, eyeing the step, the spirit cautiously stepped down from the cabinet and crept to the stairs again.

"Hmm." Jack hesitated a second before stepping down again, wincing as the creak sounded. In a rush, he stumbled down the rest of the stairs, tripping over his own feet. With a loud crash, he fell to the ground, hitting his head against the wall.

So much for being stealthy.

Groaning, Jack sat up, rubbing his head. He glared up at the stairs, sticking his tongue out.

After shooting the stairs one last glare, the spirit silently moved around the house, slipping through doorways.

"Jack!"

Jack span around and was greeted with a mass of brown hair hugging him around the waist. Jack laughed, hugging back.

"Hey, kiddo." He grinned. Jamie pulled away from the hug, eyes brightening.

"Hi! Oh my gosh! You're in my house!" The boy said excitedly, tugging the spirit's hand. "Why? How?" Jamie let out a bark of laughter, jumping up and down. "You're in my house!"

"Gotta say, the décor is quite nice." Jack said with a lazy grin, gesturing to the walls. "But why weren't you in your room?"

"Homework." Jamie groaned. Jack frowned – he heard many tales from talking children about this "home work". All of them made Jack grimace as they would describe how they worked for hours to get it done – some said their hands hurt after it, and the spirit had always wondered what kind of "home work" would cause that. Whatever secrets it hid, Jack didn't like it. Children hated it, so naturally Jack did too.

"Home work?" Jack muttered. Jamie nodded.

"Yeah. Homework sucks."

"Agreed."

Jack looked down at the brunette, not liking the glum look spreading across his features.

"We could always…" Jack grinned, "…I dunno…have a snowball fight?"

Jamie jumped again, swinging on Jack's arm.

"Yeah!" Jack watched, amused, as the boy ran to the end of the hall and pulled on his coat as fast as he could.

"Come on Jack!" Jamie beckoned, opening the door. Jack chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm coming." He said, letting the cool wind tug him outside. Jamie giggled as the breeze ruffled his hair.

"Okay!" Jack began work straight away: making a light snowfall drift from the darkening clouds, dragging his staff across the ground to create snowballs.

"Whoa!" Jamie would cry out as each one of these tasks would be carried out, pointing in his excitement. Each time, Jack would grin and bow.

"Hey!"

"It's Jack!"

"Aw man! A snowball fight!"

"Hi Jack!"

Jack and Jamie turned to find the local children running over to them, wrapped up in coats and scarves. Jack waved, gesturing them to come over.

"I guess you guys wanna join in?" The spirit asked, raising his brow.

"Yeah!" Claude and Caleb said together, fist pumping the air.

"Well, Captain Jamie – do you think they are fit for this war?" Jack asked, turning to the boy. Jamie gave a low hum, studying each of them.

"They look promising…I see potential soldiers here, Captain Jack." He replied, nodding his head. Jack saluted.

"Yessir!" He cried out, making the children giggle. He swung his staff, creating more snowballs.

"Every man for himself!" He yelled, racing away with a few chunks of snow in his hands. "Let the games begin!"

The children shrieked in glee and began to scoop up snowballs. Jack laughed and weaved in between them all, dumping cold snow over their heads.

The fight was merciless: snowballs were thrown from all directions, hitting many victims square in the face. Even snowmen were used as barricades or weapons themselves – pushing others into their snowy bodies.

"Hey!" Jamie yelled as Jack ran past him, smashing snow into his face, before spinning away, letting the wind make him hover for a few seconds.

"It's on!" Jamie laughed, picking up a particularly large snowball. Before throwing it, he turned around to face the other children.

"Get Jack!" The boy yelled. The Burgess children turned simultaneously, each wearing matching grins.

"Oh no…." Jack took a few steps back as the children armed themselves with snowballs – Cupcake was carrying a snowman head. "Oh no!"

The children charged, yelling out their war cries. Jack screamed and ran, scrambling out of the trench he was in. Snowballs whizzed past his ears as he dodged, swerved and danced out of the way.

"Pile on!"

"Wha?" Jack turned around, confused; before he could react, Jamie had tackled him to the floor, sitting on his stomach. Jack screamed as he fell over, being overdramatic. Jamie giggled.

"Captain…how could you…?" Jack pleaded. Jamie grinned.

"Get him!" He yelled.

"Oh no! Someone save me!" Jack shrieked as snowballs were thrown into his face and coated his hoodie. With a dramatic moan, he lay back, closing his eyes.

"Tell mother…I always loved her…" he breathed before "dying", flopping onto the ground.

"We won!" Jamie yelled and high fives were given to everyone in range. The brunette, smiling, peered closer to the spirit, poking his face.

"Yup…we got him." He confirmed.

"You did, did you?" Jack whispered, opening one eye. Jamie screamed as Jack got up easily, making all of the children sitting on him topple onto the snowy ground.

"I will get my revenge!" Jack yelled, standing up straight. He was grinning, and an army of snowballs were hovering behind him, ready for attack.

"RUN!" Jamie yelled over a fit of giggles, "save yourselves!"

Jack roared, swinging his staff, and chased after the children.

Later, parents would ask why their child was literally covered from head to foot with snow, and why there was frost in their hair – frost that styled their hair into something like a mohawk. The child would shrug, muttering something about "battle of the century."

Sorry this is late.