An author's note: Hello friends, the first two chapters of this may seem familiar. This was originally three separate stories on my old account I can no longer access from 2012. Since all three 'stories' were written in the same 'AU/Universe' whatever, I figured I'd package them together. The first two chapters have been edited and slightly changed while the final chapter was completely rewritten and taken in a different direction. Hope you enjoy!

Part One: Snow Day

or 'the one where Jamie gets married'

It took Jamie more than a minute to notice he didn't have the ring. He knew that, because the organist played the chorus an extra round, all the while tapping her tip jar as if expecting a rather large bonus for her extended version while he slid his empty hand up and down her (the bride not the organist, thank god) finger, as if hoping it would appear out of thin air.

Across from him, holding his hands in hers, his fiancé didn't seem to mind. Her face was flushed pinker then he'd ever seen it, and her fingers couldn't stop jumping in his, nervous, but excited.

"It's here, uh, somewhere..." he mumbles, his fingers playing around in the deepest corners of his tuxedo pocket. She shakes her head and smiles. Her veil's fallen loose, and hangs from her head on an angle. Jamie pauses, almost laughs at the face her mother is making in the crowd as he takes the time to straighten it.

"Look," he whispers softly, cupping her hands even tighter, "I'm sorry I'm a space-cadet. I love you. And I hope you know that even if I can't prove it to you with a ring."

"NASA would've been happy to have you," she giggles back, pulling her hands from his and instead wrapping them around his neck. She pulls him close and kisses him softly, working her lips against his.

Intertwined in one another's arms, eyes closed, they don't even hear the Priest awkwardly mutter, "I now pronounce you Man and Wife." There's a roar in the pews that spreads among the crowd like a wave. He pulls back first, taking in air like a fish out of water.

"Ready to head out, Hubby?" she ask with a grin, her hand once again in his. She leads him back down the aisle and they use their free hands to block the rice that rains down around them.

"It's like snowflakes."

"Oh please! It's April, you dork." But she kisses his nose anyway. "Jack Frost nipping at your nose."

"That wasn't a nip." He offers her a pout and she laughs.

"Later," she replies with a small smile and a wave of the finger, "Now help me open this door."

They press their bodies against the wood, and it takes a couple of minutes, but it finally creaks open. "Hard stuff, huh?" Jamie remarks, "I think that sleigh I had as a kid was made out of this." His hands rubs against the wood, as he tries to remember. But his thoughts are foggy and grey. He can remember sledding, but no particular day. The feel of snow on his back, and frost on his toes. The sound of his sleigh hitting a snowbank, sending him flying across the icy ground.

The air hits them both like a brick, stiff and cold. It's surprising, hadn't it been sunny only an hour or so before? Surely the weatherman would've mentioned the possibility of snow in the morning's forecast?

He's shocked, frozen in place as he takes in the scene before them. The green grass that had surrounded the property before was covered in a light dusting of snow. Small flakes are drifting down from the sky. Jamie sticks out a hand and catches a few which quickly melt in his hand.

"This is unreal," his wife huffs as she slips her hand from his and lifts the end of her dress just high enough to keep herself from tripping down the church's stairs. "It's almost EASTER FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

Something tells him to comfort her, possibly hubby-instinct, but he doesn't act on it. Instead he finds himself laughing, rolling actually. He throws his head back and laughs so hard he's practically gasping for air. And he's not the only one. They have a crowd behind them now, staring out at the fresh blanket of snow just as confused as the two newlyweds.

"What's so funny?" His wife turns to face him, her face red. He can tell she's confused and a little frustrated (and how could she not will all the planning they'd put in hopes of creating the perfect day), but as she takes him in and his laugh subsides to barely stiffened giggles, she can't help but crack a smile herself.

"J-Jack Frost."

And as he says it, he can almost swear there's laughter in the wind as well.