"They called me Flee" Jane said.

"Hmm?" Amelia said turning to look at Jane.

"When I was a child, when Jack was alive, they would call me Flee, because I was always running, and bouncing around." She said lying down on the couch.

"Most children are energetic" Amelia said.

"Seems ironic doesn't it?" Jane said as though wondering if that was the right word. "The day it would have actually mattered, I was too frozen in fear to do anything other then just stand there."

Amelia put a hand on Jane's knee. "It's not your fault Jane."

"I shed the nickname a little while later, it just stopped sounding right. So I started going by my birth name, Jane"

Jane chuckled. "Jack gave me the nickname when I was three, when I asked him a few years later why, he would say it was because I was always running and bouncing off." She smiled.

Amelia smiled a little.

"When he died, it stopped feeling right, I wasn't fast, not when it counted, when it counted, I was a statue, and because of that he drowned." Jane chuckled darkly. "Little did I know."

"You were a child Jane, anyone would have frozen like you did."

Jane shook her head. "I wish I could talk to him, ask him if he could forgive me, but, he wouldn't remember me. Not to mention…"

"The rules Jane" Amelia said. "You know that."

Jane sighed. "Jackson Overland is my family, this winter spirit is Jack Frost."

Amelia looked at Jane. "Jane…"

Jane sighed. "Yeah I know, it's still his spirit, still his body, and I still consider him my brother."

"I'm sorry, I wish it wasn't the case" Amelia said.

Jane blew some hair out of her face.

Amelia stood. "Come on, let's go to the Gate. Seeing them might make you feel better."

A/N So I found that post on Twitter, thought I would find a way to incorporate it into my story.

Haven't read the final Guardians book yet. Will soon hopefully, but depending on how much it changes I may just decide to ignore it in terms of MLWS and related works (Like Jane the Grim Reaper AKA this fanfic)