So, a quick AN from me, thank you so much for all of your support, especially the favs and follows! PS, there's a poll on my profile, regarding update times and lengths. I'm wondering if i should stick to updating every 2/3 days, or should i space them out more, with longer chapters? -Z

They could have been standing there for hours, and Death would have no idea. Because Jack was definitely looking right into their eyes, Jack saw Death. What do you even do in that situation? Taking a shaky breath, even though the spirit certainly didn't need to breathe, and faltered, stepping backwards.

"Woah. Hey, no need to be afraid." But there was every need to be afraid, at least, that's what it felt like. What would they even say? What would the Guardians think? After all, Death only brought sadness where ever they went, bringing the end of all things.

"You... you see me?" And with a slow blink, Death was gone.

**ROTG**

Now, Jack Frost may be a lot of things, but crazy wasn't one of them. After making sure Jaime and his friends made it back to their houses safely, Jack let North take them all back to his workshop before confronting them.

"Okay, hold up. Who was that exactly?" Jack asked, spinning his staff around. Yes, he wanted to take in the grand feeling of being a guardian, and being believed in even more. But, that kid... sounded just like himself last night with Jaime. But, Jack was a spirit?

"Who was who?" North asked curiously, "Phil, pour drinks." The yeti followed obediently, although what sounded like curses could be heard if you listened closely.

"That kid! The one with wings, and a camera!" They couldn't have missed him. Huge, white wings, not like Tooth's, but bird-like wings. Huge, feathery bird wings, pure white, the color of freshly fallen snow. The kid, Jack thought she looked like a girl, but wasn't sure, had short raven hair, and silver eyes. Her figure was hidden by a cloak, and she had a permanent blush on her face it looked like, showing off the freckles dotting her cheeks.

"Jack, are you feeling alright?" Tooth asked concerned, flying over, and just to make sure, she took his face in her hands, examining his teeth. Had to double check that those beauties weren't damaged!

"Yes I'm alright, but who was that?" Sandy conjured up a question mark, meanwhile Bunny was looking at Jack like he had grown a second head.

"Look mate, it's been a long few days, just, go on and rest up. It's spring anyways, no snow needed, and its fall down south, chill out." Any other time, Jack would have laughed at the pun, especially coming from Bunny, but how did they not see her?

"During the snowball fight, before the whole last stand with Pitch. She was standing there, had white wings, and was taking a picture of us. And then… she asked me, 'You can see me?'" North looked troubled, and looked around to his fellow Guardians, while Jack wanted to shout in frustration.

"I know all spirits. None have white wings." North frowned, and passed out cups of eggnog, with a few starry eyed elves watching, waiting for an opening to steal them. "Is nothing Jack, take a break, celebrate!" North cheerily hugged Bunny, who scoffed at the idea and tried to get out of the man's strong grip.

For the moment, Jack let himself forget about the strange person he had seen. Tonight, after tonight Jack would put every second into finding out just who they were. For now, he would enjoy messing with the elves and Yeti.

**ROTG**

That night, Jack was relaxing in a tree, and his mind wandered over what exactly had happened. He had been chasing Jaime and the other children when suddenly, he was hit with a snowball. Even in his mind, the replay was dramatic. Slowed down, he remembered turning to the figure. She held up a camera, or perhaps he, whoever it was, they could be either. And, after taking a picture, they lowered the camera, staring shocked right back at Jack.

There were quite a few spirits in the world, but, Jack didn't recognize this one. There was the normal aura of power coming off of them that a spirit let off. Not to mention, she completely disappeared.

His mind flashed back to only yesterday, or early this morning, when Jaime had seen him. His first believer. He was only seen because Jaime finally believed, and the moment he told Sophie, and the other children, they believed too, and saw him. If that was the case… did he recently start believing in something?

Mind scanning everything that had happened in the last couple days, there was a lot to think over. It was a huge whirlwind of excitement. Going from the lonely winter spirit, to a Guardian, he believed that Manny was crazy, but that really wasn't all that new.

The forest around him was quiet, and it was driving him slightly crazy. Let's say that perhaps there are spirits out there, that no one can see because even their fellow spirits don't believe. They would be even more lonely than Jack felt, and it hurt his heart. Looking back at his time on earth, well, his time as a spirit. At least he could see and speak with other spirits. If he was forced to never communicate with anyone… it sounded horrible.

If that was true, Jack had to find this spirit. Who knows how long they've been a spirit without being able to talk to someone? He couldn't imagine, even just thinking about it, the only reason he didn't go completely nuts after coming back to life, was that he found a spring spirit who scolded him for bringing an early blizzard.

Wait. That was what happened recently. He got his memories back, he discovered that he had been dead. Jack jumped out of the tree, letting the wind catching him, he knew who this was.

**ROTG**

Death was having a mini freak out. Sitting atop the Eiffel Tower, they looked out over Paris. Jack Frost. Jack Frost saw them. They made eye contact, that was for sure. Right now, he was probably telling all the other Guardians that Death was following them around, probably spreading disease and sadness as they went.

Swallowing back a sob, Death cradled the picture. It was the first picture, the first amongst thousands, that the subject was looking right at the camera. Jack's blue eyes stared right into Death's, and, they were finally seen.

Is this what being seen feels like? Scared and trepidation? But below all of that, there a was tiny glimmer of hope. What if. What if Jack decided to just have a conversation with them before completely ignoring them from now on. What if Jack wanted to talk in the future? And… what if, Jack didn't hate Death?

So wrapped up in thoughts, day turned to night, and a small cold front followed the moon. One by one, the small twinkling lights popped up around the city, casting it in a warm glow. It was peaceful, and part of Death just wanted to sit there and gawk at the city for eternity. To face what had happened? They couldn't do that. Why couldn't it have gone on forever, where people didn't see them?

"You asked if I could see you." Jumping nearly three feet in the air, they spun around, eyes wide, because, there was Jack Frost. He held his arms out in a peaceful manner, eyes kind. "And I can. Definitely. I'm so sorry it took me this long to see you. But, you were there that night, the night I became Jack Frost?" Death stood, nodding meekly, already, Jack was going to be angry. "Well, it's nice to meet you. My name is Jack Frost, and, you're Life, right?"

**ROTG**

High above Paris, and the Earth in general, the Man in the Moon smiled sadly. It had taken him much too long to realize what he had done to the spirit. The hurt that came from the dark haired spirit every time Manny addressed them as 'Death'. But, one thing he didn't miss, the longing look that took over the spirit's face around other spirits, especially the Guardians, and most of all, Jack Frost.