A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. School. Only word needed. Anyway this chapter I did something different again. I did EVERYONE'S POV. So in your reviews please tell me what you thought about them and whose POV would you like to see next. Speaking of reviews, I would like to thank: Guest (This chapter has a cliffhanger too, I'm really sorry!), Me Myself and I (Feels are good.), AyameKitsune (So do I and will do!), gavilana (Anyone who calls me a sweetheart must be the ruler of unicorns. You're awesome too! And will do.). Now to two special reviewers (all of you guys are special to me but these two just really stood out to me) Hello and Natalia Faye, thank you guys so much for reviewing, it really made my day. Now Hello, I'm available any time! And I'm glad you think Jack is IC. Natalia, I know your review was only two words but for some reason those two words meant just as much as a whole paragraph of praise. Thank you. Special thanks to my new (in process) Beta Reader Punkalunk! And thank you to all my followers and favoriters! You guys are special too! Sorry for the long A/N. Anyway, please Read and REVIEW, but most importantly, ENJOY!

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Tooth-

I've always been fascinated with memories. How some can shine in the darkness, even if you thought that you forgot them. Those are my favorite. Some memories stay in your mind and fade away. Others become unforgettable. Always accessible to grab like a safety blanket, reminding a person of good happy times. Then there are memories that burn into the mind. The ones that are painful to experience or something that you can never forget, never unsee. While those memories are needful, even I hated to experience them. Ironically, I've had many of those, being immortal how can you not. And one of the things I learned about those burning memories is that you can never prepare for them. No matter how hard you try. Like now, I knew Jack wasn't okay but I couldn't have prepared myself to see how broken he really was. Jack began to gradually unwrap himself. I knew Bunny's handiwork of wrapping and I could tell that Jack was reluctant to take it off. Bunny knew how to wrap an injury in a way that supported it. So taking the wrapping off was always a pain because the real pain of the injury was more noticeable, but Jack did it. Every second was agonizing to watch. There was either more bruising or scars or both being unveiled. If it weren't for all the bruising there probably have been a couple of ribs that would've been noticeable. He reminded me of the teeth I get from kids that are abused. Their teeth chipped from the hits or grinding them so hard to keep silent. Every memory burning. I wonder how long Jack kept silent about this. Why did I let this happen? The quiet grunts coming from Jack were the only thing that held me to reality. Tears sprang to my eyes.

"D-do you need help? I asked softly. Jack was panting and his hands trembled. Whether it was from exhaustion or fear, I didn't know. But I knew his next answer the moment he looked at me.

"No. I'm fine." He growled, but there wasn't any real force behind it. He was nearing the bottom of his ribs when I heard him wince.

"Mate." Bunny said warily. His ears pressed down yet his eyes were stone. I knew that he was at war with his emotions. Jack closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I-I-I can do this on my own." I heard the need in his voice even as it wavered. He took a breath and continued. His pale white skin was not the soft white I knew it to be but it was a ghastly dark purple and black around the bottom of his ribs. The more he struggled with taking off his bandages, the more pain he unveiled, the more I agreed with Bunny. We have failed Jack Frost and the person who got hurt wasn't us, it was Jack.

Sandy-

Even as the master of dreams, I still have fears. I fear a world without dreams, a world full of fear and anger. And I always have this fear. I overcome this fear seeing and creating the hopeful and beautiful dreams of children. Their exuberant dreams give me power. They brought me back to life. But those exuberant dreams of fairies, superheroes, success, and adventures aren't the most beautiful dreams. The most beautiful dreams are the ones that simply wish for a happy family or a normal life. Now no dream is more important than the other but the simplicity of those dreams, dreams of a family, has always warmed my heart. And for years I have felt that dream, but I always thought it was a human child I had forgotten. I forgot about the child spirit that I only felt and saw a few times. His power always felt fun, so I didn't think he needed dreams. Yet, as he started unwrapping his arms with quaking hands I couldn't believe I didn't feel his need to dream. Actually I ignored it. I pushed him aside. I made an inaudible gasp as Jack continued down his left arm. I knew that North and Tooth would see scars, Bunny and I didn't. I saw the tears in long lonely nights wishing, dreaming that someone would see him, care for him. The fears of not existing and being a screw-up, the pain of a broken heart of a child. I couldn't take it anymore. If I didn't do something I would get lost in what I saw. I flew towards Jack gently putting my small hands on his trembling ones.

"Sandy, what, what are you doing?" Jack asked curiously. I took the bandage from his hand. I sanded a simple moving hand in a circular motion. "You don't-" I put a big stop sign in his face. Whatever he didn't think I needed to do I did. And not because I failed him, which I did horribly, but because I care for him. I gave him a stern look and shook my head. He opened his mouth to protest again but I sanded a whip knowing that he would get the message. His tiny chuckle helped ease the tension in the room and in my heart a bit. "Don't want to get on your bad side huh?" I nodded and continued to unwrap his arm. My hands would faintly brush the scars, some still fresh, but Jack just held still. As if I would hurt him or leave him. From what I saw it was the latter he was most afraid of but in his mind he was sure that I would leave him. The physicality of the scars kept me grounded. It kept the guilt from overtaking me. I knew his healing would take time, but I was wrong. We didn't have time to wait for us to become a family. He needed and still dream of a family now, and as the Sandman I made dreams come true.

North-

Jack sat still as Sandy unwrapped his arm. All I could think of was how around a week ago he was looking around the shop in amazement, a teenage boy with child-like wonder in his eyes even though he was so lost. The scars showed that he wasn't just lost. They showed that he was rejected, isolated, alone, and ignored. I looked to my friends seeing their downcast faces, well Tooth and Sandy's were. Bunny's anger seemed to increase with every second that passed. I knew that if we didn't give him something to do, soon, he would blow. Then I observed Jack. I saw the strong boy at the window wondering what else he could've done to save my friend. The selfless boy who wanted attention and to know who he was. The fun teenager that raced to get teeth. I saw Jack Frost, the fun loving, broken boy that had the strength in him to go through the world hurting him for three hundred years. He was wonderfully amazing.

"I can do my other arm Sandy. Thanks, though." Sandy begin to sand in protest. I heard Bunny growl. Guessing at the quick gaze of fear Jack shot at Bunny I knew he heard it as well. Instead he just focused on Sandy. "Sandy really I appreciate the help but my arms don't hurt at all." Sandy, expressive as always, gave Jack a disbelieving look. "I promise, I can do this by myself. I'm not a little boy." Jack joked. His smile was strained but the desperation in his eyes was the same as it was the moment he realized Sandy needed help with Pitch.

"Sandy, let boy get his own bandages!" I yelled cheerfully. Sandy stepped back in shock. The surprise in Jack's eyes barely hid his relief. "In fact better that way." I went into my thinking pose. I needed everyone to do a job to get their minds straight. To get them acting normal so Jack could feel normal.

"North." Bunny seethed. I could feel the bubbling fury in his voice, see it in his coiled posture, and his dark green eyes were becoming black. The only thing keeping me from shivering was the knowledge that the fury wasn't directed at me, I hoped.

"Listen me out Bunny." I raised my hands defensively. Only Jack commented quietly about something. Tooth and Sandy just seemed curious,but what worried was Bunny's harsh breathing. "Jack is probably tired and hungry, no?" I looked at Jack. He started to protest but my stern gaze made him pause.

"I guess." He mumbled. I chuckled at his childish antics. Jack Frost may be a teenager but he was still an innocent little boy at heart. A flash of overwhelming guilt came over me. I made an oath to protect the hearts and wonders of children. The fact that I missed one was unacceptable. I would not let it happen again. But right now Jack needs some normality in his life. Toothiana needed some after her ordeal with the Monkey King and some of his followers. For a teenage boy that never really had to deal with this stuff, he probably was shaking in his shoes. I pushed my guilt aside and smiled. Sometimes the most wondrous thing in the world is a smile.

Bunny-

"Good!" North yelled cheerfully but I saw the lingering guilt in his eyes. For some reason that just added to my anger. "I'll get yetis to make food, you get medicine for Jack, Sandy will have to leave to do his job, and Tooth can stay with Jack." He explained. Yet the way he was looking at us told us that we had no choice. Which I didn't like. I knew North was trying to act normal like I told Jack we would, but I realized, this is not normal. This is avoiding the situation that . We all heard Jack clear his throat.

"Tooth can go to the fairies too guys. I'll be fi-"
"Damn it! Don't! Don't say you're fine!" My fist slammed the wall next to me. "You are not fine so, just, don't." Jack looked at me his eyes wide and holding back tears. He was terrified, of me. I looked away from him. I was angry. The first time I saw his scars, I didn't see them. I saw hopelessness and loneliness. I saw myself. Now that I'm looking at them again I see Jack. Broken, hurt, and lonely Jack Frost. I didn't want to be angry I just, someone needed to pay for the scars on Jack but the only people to blame was us supposed Guardians. We, no I wasn't supposed to let someone do this to themselves, especially not someone as young as Jack. I realized that the only sound in the room was Jack's labored breathing. The silence tense with apprehension of what else I might do. I looked at the paw that hit the wall. It was bruised and there were a couple of scrapes from hitting the stupid wooden walls. I rubbed my face trying to recollect myself. "Sorry. Do whatever ya bloody want. I'm goin' go get stuff from the Warren." I didn't look at anyone as I made a tunnel and went to the Warren. The last thing I saw and felt was the sad look on Jack's face, wondering what he did wrong.

Jack-

In my peripheral vision I saw Sandy blow sand out of his ears exasperatedly. I would've laughed, but my I was still incredibly puzzled by Bunny's actions. And I my sight was fixated on the new hole in the wooden wall where Bunny stood. I didn't know how to exactly feel about what just happened. Bunny totally lost it. It was scary at first but I couldn't help but wonder why before he acted like nothing was wrong, but now he was so angry. Was he angry at me? Did I do something wrong? The pain in my chest came again, except this time it felt more like an empty pit. All I could think was how Bunny might hate me or be mad at me. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard North mumble something in Russian. It sounded like damn Bunny.

"Well, that was awkward." I chuckled nervously. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. It was not cool, pun intended. "But as I was saying I'll be okay. If Tooth wants to go check on her fairies that's okay." My voice carried a nonchalant tone that I was not feeling. In all honesty, after they all left I might just leave myself. This day was a disaster. I wish that I could just melt away like the snow I created.

"Jack." Tooth flew in front of my face concern in her eyes. It seemed like that was her main emotion for me.

"Whoa, Tooth. If you wanted to inspect my teeth you could've just asked." I joked. She gave me a small smile. I always wondered why she thought my teeth were pretty when hers were dazzling.

"Sorry. I still have a problem with personal space." She flew back a couple of feet. I tried to not show my relief but I couldn't helped how I relaxed just a bit. The knowing gleam in her eyes told me she knew but she wasn't offended by it. "But I was calling you and you weren't responding."

"Sorry about that. Got lost in thought. But what did you want?" She looked like she wanted to know more but she just shook her head. Thank God. I really didn't want to be here any longer than I had to be.

"I was just saying that the fairies will be fine. I can leave once you get your food." Or maybe God and the Man in the Moon just like to see me in suffering.

"I'll really be, good." Wow, nice job Jack. Way to let everyone know that Bunny really did freak you out. "You can go." I willed her to accept but nothing ever happened the way I wanted in my life so why would it start to now.

"I will stay." Her voice was hard, challenging me to say no again. I couldn't though, I knew a losing battle when I saw one.

"Fine." I stated back. My eyes as hard as her voice. She could stay but I'm gonna leave. I just have to get past her. I could and would do that.

"Excellent!" North's exuberant yell ended our stare down. "What do you like to eat Jack?" I stared at North flabbergasted. He was serious about the Yetis getting me food. I gaped looking for an answer. I honestly didn't know. I ate but not a lot or frequently. I didn't really have a place to cook or get food except the forest. I really only ate berries and plants. No fire, no meat. So I actually didn't know what I liked to eat.

"Um, chicken noodle soup?" I said hesitantly. I always saw families would make that for each other when one of them were sick. It smelled nice and homey. I always wanted to try it.

"Done! Yetis will get right on it. Let's go Sandy. We vill be back Jack." Sandy and North left the room waving at me with smiles on their faces. I waved back, the pain in my chest became less painful. The room became silent. I put my hoodie back on. I sighed in comfort. My sweatshirt wasn't coming off again anytime soon. I grabbed my staff and moved slowly to the edge of the bed. Even the slight movement made it a little, ok maybe a lot, harder to breathe. The fluttering of wings made me pause.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Tooth came towards me and began circling me. I still can't believe she actually volunteered to stay with me.

"I'm leaving, what else would I be doing?" I asked incredulously. Wasn't it obvious?

"But I thought you were going to stay with each of us for a week?" She stopped her flying in front of me. Her eyes that bore into mine were pleading. I huffed and moved closer to the edge of the bed.

"I will. Starting tomorrow. Plus I'll be giving you guys a day to really think if you guys actually want to do that." As I was talking I got off the edge and walked to the window slowly. It felt like forever, but it probably was only a couple of minutes. My ribs jostled (can ribs jostle,? jostle what a funny word) a bit making me gasp but I continued for the window. I was going to leave. I needed to leave.

"Jack, Please!" Tooth flew in front of me. I wanted to to groan or yell in frustration. I was only a few feet away from the window when she flew in front of me. "Don't leave. I know this is different for you but we really do want to take care of you." She reached out to me and I flinched away. The hurt look on her face increased the pain in my chest that didn't have to do with my throbbing ribs (can ribs throb?).

"No you don't." I looked to the floor. I wanted to zip my mouth shut but what I was thinking just came spewing out. "You think you want to take care of me. But when you do you'll see what I really am. After that I'll be, I'll be." I shuddered and the floor became a blurry mess of brown.

"Jack, that's not true and that won't ever, ever happen. Please trust me." Tooth begged. I looked up at her. She had her hand stretched out to me her eyes sad and gentle. My trembling hand, not holding my staff, rose to grab hers. Where has trust gotten you?The voice in my head made me pause.They don't even trust you. And last time they did you ruined everything. If they don't trust you, will they ever really care for you? What if you just make a mess, again? Because that's what you do. That's who you are.I wanted to say that the voice was Pitch but it was mine. I wasn't afraid of making mess because that's what I am. I'm a mess-up. Tooth saw my hesitation. "Jack, please don't." She whispered softly. But I just shook my head and ran for the door. I ignored the screaming pain of my ribs and the cry of my heart. I couldn't stay.

At least I thought I couldn't. When I opened the door I ran straight into North's bulging belly. I practically bounced off of it. I would've made a coment about that but the room seemed to spin like it was doing cartwheels. Except it didn't stop. Someone tried to stable me but they needed to stable the stupid room. The sound of voices was spinning too. My pain was excruciating but the nausea was worse. A swirl of cream, green, purple, and blue entered my vision. It only made everything worse. I stumbled away from it and promptly threw up. Which sucked because I didn't have anything to throw up and for some odd reason it tasted metallic. Throwing up made my ribs hurt so much more. I couldn't take it. I blacked out.