Okie, this is probably going to be the last request chapter for the year; I'm working on a Christmas chapter (which will be the last for 2014 cause my sister's coming to visit so I won't have much time to write). But writing will continue again after New Years.

This is a request from Singing in the Jukebox who had the incredible idea of Jack accidentally pocket calling someone and being very confused by the voice. I didn't use the pizza guy prompt, though (sorry! It just wouldn't flow).

Disclaimer: IDORotG

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Hearing Voices

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"Jamie, Sophie, time for dinner!"

Jamie looked back at the house, snowball poised at the ready. "Coming, mom!" he called back.

Taking advantage of the fifteen year old's distraction, Jack pelted him in the side of the face with a snowball of his own. Sophie laughed, copying the action and it quickly became two on one. Being struck from both sides, Jamie never got the chance to retaliate and in no time the two of them had pinned him to the ground.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Jamie cried between fits of laughter as Sophie tickled him.

"Say Jack Frost is the king of winter," Jack smirked.

"Jack- Jack Frost is the- the king of winter!"

"And Sophie is the greatest!" Sophie added.

"F-Fine!" Jamie gasped. "Sophie is the greatest!"

Satisfied, Jack and Sophie got off him, helping him up.

"You two better get inside before your mom comes and drags you," Jack grinned at them.

"Okay, see you later, Jack!" Jamie waved, heading towards the house.

"Bye Jack!" Sophie called, hurrying after her brother.

Jack watched them go with a smile on his face. He'd never get tired of those two. And he was happy to say that even as they continued to grow up neither of them showed signs of stopping believing. He hoped they never did.

Something black stood out against the snow and Jack reached down to fish it out. It was a rectangular shape with a screen that took up an entire side of it and he had absolutely no idea what it was. It was some kind of technology, he was sure, and likely belonged to Jamie.

"I'll give it back to him after dinner," he decided, tucking the device into his pocket and flying off towards his lake to kill an hour or two.

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"Hello?"

Jack startled so badly at the sudden voice he almost fell off the branch he was sitting on, destroying the delicate snowflake he's been working on. Glancing down beneath him he scanned the darkening forest for whoever it was that had spoken but the area was deserted, as it usually was. Maybe he was hearing things. With a mental shrug he reclined back against the tree trunk, going back to designing snowflakes.

"Helloooo?"

Another snowflake shattered. Now he knew he wasn't hearing things. There was definitely a voice. A disembodied voice.

"Jack-O, if that's you I will freeze your pumpkin patch so bad you'll be thawing it out for years," he called out to the darkness. But even as he said it he knew it couldn't have been Jack-O; Halloween was over for another year and its spirit was back in hibernation.

"Hello? I know you're there, I can hear you."

"This is starting to get a little freaky," Jack murmured, looking around again for someone who wasn't there. "It's finally happened; 300 years of isolation are finally catching up to me. I'm going insane."

"Heeeey?! Jamie?"

Funny how the voice sounded suspiciously like Cupcake. Just a lot quieter. As if she was far away. Maybe that was why he couldn't see her. And why was she calling out to Jamie? Jamie was at home… right? What if he'd realised his techno-thingy was missing and went out looking for it? The woods weren't the safest place at night; you never know who you might find prowling around.

Mind made up, Jack allowed the wind to sweep him up and above the forest, keeping his eyes on the ground below in search of Cupcake or Jamie.

"What's that noise? Is that wind? What are you doing?"

Why wasn't the volume increasing or decreasing at all? Surely he had to be getting either closer or farther away. Jack halted in mid air.

"Cupcake? Can you hear me?"

"Yes. It's about time you answered. Although from the sounds of it you're Jack not Jamie."

"Where are you?" he frowned in confusion, still trying to spot her amongst the foliage.

"At home. Why? Is something wrong?"

Jack blinked. "…If you're at home how come I can hear you from all the way out here? I mean, not even Bunny has hearing that good."

Cupcake was silent for a long time. Just when he thought she must have gone or his mind had decided to become sane again she asked, "Jack, why do you have Jamie's phone?"

Phone? He didn't. Phones were connected to walls or there were the portable ones that had small screens and lots of buttons. "I don't," he replied, getting more and more confused with each passing second.

"…Do you have anything of Jamie's?"

"Um, just some weird box thingy he dropped earlier. I'm gonna give it back to him once he's finished dinner."

"Does this 'box thingy' have a screen?"

"Yeah."

"And very few buttons?"

"…Yeah. Since when are you psychic?"

"I'm not," she said, sounding like she was either constipated or restraining laughter. Probably the latter, although why he didn't know. "That 'thingy' is Jamie's phone."

"No offense, but I've seen phones. This is not a phone," Jack let himself drift down to land on a tree branch closer to the main part of Burgess.

"How acquainted are you with modern technology?"

"Um… whatever you guys show me or things on street ads, I guess. It's not like I have the money or the means to go and buy anything."

"Okay, well you need to trust me when I tell you that phones have evolved. That device is Jamie's phone and I you must have accidentally called me."

Well, that did make sense. Except for the fact that he hadn't touched the thing since he'd put it in his pocket.

"Pocket calling," Cupcake explained when he shared this titbit with her. "It happens to all of us. Remind me to tell Jamie you're in need of modernising. I have to go. Bye, Jack." A few beeps followed and then all was silent once more.

"I'm perfectly modernised," Jack said to no one with a small pout, taking off towards Jamie's house. The kid could keep his freaky talking-device. Handy as it was, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear disembodied voices on a daily basis.

Guest Review Responses:

WEast: Yeah, you're probably right. I just couldn't figure out how to do it; especially without boring you guys who already know the details, you know? Haha that Tooth thing was a prompt from another request which I have yet to write XD All credit goes to Berlin) Heh yep, Bunny had definitely better watch himself XD

BobThePenguin: SQUARK to you too :P

Cag:As if he didn't walk funny in normal shoes :') I'm borrowing that watch comment (if you don't mind, of course)