Anything italicized is someone's thought bubble or they're singing

"Jack?" A sweet voice spoke up into his ears, making him open up his eyes and look over to see a little girl with short brown hair and adorable brown eyes, standing by an opened bed room door made of oak wood.

"Flee?" Jack stated surprised and under his breathe as he sat up in the bed.

"Come on! Dottie is waiting!" Flee exclaimed with a smile before running off to the living area.

"Dottie?" The young boy said as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed he was in. "I know that's a nickname for Dorothy."

"Right you are!" A motherly voice spoke up this time, making him look up and see a beautiful young woman with the same brown eyes and hair as Flee. She held a smile that could light up the night and chase Pitch away for good.

"Mom?" Jack said as he stood up. He hadn't seen his mother for 305 years. He had forgotten what she looked like until now.

"Morning, Jackson." She said smiling before throwing him his brown vest. "Now get ready. Dorothy isn't a very patient girl." She had then walked away.

"What is going on here?" Jack asked as he noticed a mirror in front of him and immediately saw brown hair and eyes with color to his skin again. "How am I back in 1712?" He had a lot of questions that needed answered. But for right now, he was going to play along with this dream. It had to be a dream. Sandy had be playing with him. But then it hit him...

"Farah...she did this." He said as he put on his vest over his white shirt. "She attacked me and sent me back here. I know she did."

"Jack! Hurry up!" Flee called again, making another female in the living room giggle. He recognized that giggle. He had heard it since he was 6. But he couldn't remember who she was.

"Maybe I'll remember when I see her." He said as he walked out of his room and saw the back of a ginger-brown (more brown than ginger) haired girl with a purple skirt and black flats.

"There you are!" Flee yelled with excitement, making the girl spin around with her hair and skirt fanning out, now revealing that she had a black strapless top attached to the skirt and white blouse underneath. Her eyes were a beautiful royal blue and her skin was gorgeous tan white. It was a bit pale, but not by much.

Jack felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at her. She was beautiful and could feel his heart beating faster and faster with every minute passing.

"D-Dottie?" He stuttered out as the girl smiled at him.

"Hey Jack." She said.

"Now be careful out there!" His mom said as she walked out of the kitchen and gave them a basket of food before walking up to Jack and whispered in his ear. "Don't be afraid to ask her."

"Ask her what?" Jack whispered back as Dorothy and Flee walked out of the house.

"For her hand in marriage!" His mom yelled when the two girls were out of ear shot.

"What!?" Jack yelled in response out of shock.

"You've been wanting to ask her for days now...ever since Easter!" His mom said.

"I...I have?" Jack stuttered out of shock and fear. He didn't even remember Dorothy or who she was! How could he ask her to marry him if he had no clue who she was!?

"Jackson, are you okay? You seem distracted."

"I...I'm fine. I just...feel nervous is all."

"Nerves are good." His mom said smiling. "It means you care. But if you're not ready to propose to her right now, you don't have to."

"Yea, I think I should wait a bit."

"Yeah. I mean you are only 17." His mom said as she walked him to the door. "You can wait a little while."

"Thanks, mom." Jack said smiling, as his mom winked at him before letting him go out into the nice sunny day.

"Aura!" Another woman's voice spoke up making Jack look at his mom and another lady starting to talk.

"Aura?" He said to himself before the three of them walked through the woods and to a clearing near the little pond he remembered oh so well.

"What a beautiful end of November day." Dorothy said smiling as she laid out the blanket with Flee's help.

"It's usually windy on days like this one." Flee said.

"Yeah." Jack said as he placed the basket in the center of the blanket and sat down next to Dorothy.

Flee went to sit next to them as well when she noticed as 9-year-old boy, which is how old she was, with his messy blond hair, hanging out with his friend, and blushed. Jack saw this and looked over, seeing the young boy playing with a friend and smirked as he looked over at Flee again.

"Who is that?" He asked making the young girl look at him, still blushing.

"Oh, uh...just Charles." Flee said as she sat down in front of Dorothy and Jack.

"I see." Jack began. "Why don't you go ask if you could play with them?"

"Oh, no...I-I couldn't." Flee stated as she opened the basket to get a sandwich out.

"Why not?" Dorothy asked with the same smirk on her face.

"Be-because..."

"Flee..." Jack began, making her look up at her brother again. "...just go see."

Flee took a deep breath and stood up before running up to them. Charles looked at her and smiled as he nodded to her to come play with them. She smiled back as she waved to Jack and Dorothy before running the rest of the way to play.

"Aw...her first crush." Dorothy said smiling.

"Yeah." Jack replied smiling as well. "I didn't know she liked someone."

"Yeah, same."

Just when he wasn't expecting it, Dorothy leaned into Jack, making the rebellious teen blush out of surprise.

"This is nice." She said. "Just you and me. I missed it."

"Ye-yeah. Me too." He stuttered as he slowly put his hand on her arm and grinned. This feels right. He thought. It's like we fit each other just right.

XXXXPRESENT TIMEXXXX

Jack was laying on a bed, out cold, in one of the spare rooms at North's workshop. His staff leaned up against the wall next to him, as a young looking woman sat in the bay window seat, looking out at the snow, with fear painted on her face.

"Hang in there, Guardians." She said as she looked over at the sleeping Jack. "Jackson will be there soon."