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Jamie was the one who got house visits from Jack. I think I just found the idea of having Jack in my room a bit too awkward, not that I could probably explain that to the immortal teenager. He didn't see the issue.

So, after a good few years of pestering I finally caved, and let him come in.

He came in through the window, because of course he did, and stood on the sill for a good minute, looking at my room.

My room wasn't like Jamie's, and it wasn't a typical girls room either. Posters of band members and celebrities did not adorn the walls, and pink didn't dare show its face.

The walls were a navy blue and undecorated. To the right of the window sat a desk and a bookshelf. There were shelves above the desk as well, with various knick knacks I had collected over the years. The desk was also tidy, with textbooks, workbooks and sketchbooks (the latter hidden under piles of the former). A laptop case was propped up against it, but it didn't see much use except for school.

Beneath the window was a wooden bedside table, with the essentials; an alarm clock, hairbrush, hair bands and some loose change.

To the left of the window was my bed, the duvet being decorated with my favourite animal, tigers. On the wall next to it was a pinboard, which had a few photos and notes for me to remember.

Further down on the left side was a chest of drawers made of dark wood, which had a CD player and a small pile of CDs on top of it.

Finally was the door, which again was plain, only with my pale blue hoodie hanging off the door handle.

Over the bed and along the floor about the same width as the bedside cabinet was a thick layer of frost. I had a habit of lowering the temperature when I slept, and from what I saw in the Sleeping Quarters in the base, I wasn't the only one.

It got worse when I had a nightmare, and now the frost was threatening to cover the pin board. I had to remember to clear the board before that happened.

Jack gave the room a good look before jumping over the bedside table and landing next to my bed, which I was sitting on.

"It's tidy." Was all he had to say.

"Yes." I said, sitting cross legged on the bed. "What were you expecting?"

"I dunno, a bit of mess. Make-up on the floor perhaps?"

"I don't wear make-up." I said dryly, folding my arms and glancing at my dark green,
clean, floor.

"Okay, you really aren't normal."

"What gave that away? The ice powers?"

"Oh no, that's normal. But, it's almost too neat in here. Is it always like this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I like things tidy. Also I found that leaving things next to the bed tended to get them frozen. I lost quite a few books doing that."

"But you've got loads." Said Jack, meandering over to my book shelf. "I haven't even heard of most of these."

"Your loss."

"Can I borrow one?"

"Only if you read it in here. I'm not risking losing them."

"You don't trust me?" Jack gave me his cocky half smirk over his shoulder.

"Not with books."

"Touchy. Okay I'll leave them alone."

Jack moved on, looking at my CD collection. It wasn't all that extensive, I'd recently gotten a Disney CD, which got me to watch some of the movies again. I tended to like ballad like songs, so that was majority of my collection. Once again, Jack hadn't heard of most of them.

One CD was still in the player, and out of curiosity he pressed play. The soft beginning notes of "A Hundred Reasons" began to play and I began to sway as I listened. That was one of my favourites.

Jack however wasn't impressed.

"That's a little depressing."

"Sorry that you don't like my taste in music." I replied, but I wasn't too bothered. I'd already had Billy complain about my music taste, he was the one who gave me the Disney CD.

"Want me to put on the Disney CD?"

"If you want."

I watched, trying not to laugh, as Jack tried to work out how to open the CD Player. In his defence it wasn't obvious. After a few minutes I got up and pressed the switch
underneath the music player. The lid flicked up, Jack had already stopped the song, and he went a little red.

"I knew that."

"You're not the first to get confused, and you won't be the last." I assured. I then gave him a nudge. "So how about you put on your choice of music?"

Jack popped in the CD and selected 'Gospel Truth' from Hercules. I hadn't watched the film, so this song was new to me.

"Bit more like it." Commented Jack, "But seriously, you need to get some classics in here."

"Like the Beatles?"

"Nah, I don't think they're not all that great. Others from that era aren't bad though, you can check them out."

"Sure I'll only be able to get them on vinyl, and I don't have a record player."

"You can probably get it online. According to Jamie anyway."

"I wouldn't know." I wasn't as internet savvy as most of my generation. I always preferred books over computers, call me old fashioned, most did. Tina and Billy get on my case about it occasionally, if they're not ripping each other's throats out. Jamie also despaired, but I think he was starting to accept that I just really like books.

Jack had lost interest in my music, so as the song changed to 'Go the Distance' he floated up to have a look at the shelf above my desk. He very quickly found a small, fragile, frost covered box near the end of the shelf.

"What's in there?" He asked, reaching for it.

"Don't touch that!" I cried, a little louder than I intended. Jack backpedalled in the
air, away from the shelf in surprise.

"Wow, sorry. I-I didn't mean..."

"No, it's okay."

I walked over and carefully pulled the box down as Jack landed. "It was the last thing my brother gave me. I'm a little protective."

"Oh, sorry."

Jack still looked curious, and I decided to relent, not many people knew about this
anyway.

Wordlessly I opened the box and turned it around so that the contents faced Jack.

"Please don't touch it." I said as he leaned closer to look.

"I won't. I promise."

I knew he was seeing. He was looking at a paper and string necklace Danny gave me when I hit seven. He'd painstakingly (and messily) painted and strung paper beads on the string. The beads were mostly navy and royal blue, and he'd made a snowflake pendant out of paper, which he'd left plain.

The whole thing was covered in frost from when I held it after my brother died. I had cried, a lot, and the frost went a bit crazy.

"It's cute." Said Jack. "How old was he when he made it?"

"Four."

"Pretty good for four."

"He must have worked on it for ages. I never asked..." My voice trailed off and I shut
the box as 'Zero to Hero' came on. I hadn't gotten worked up about this in a while, so I was glad for the sudden upbeat song.

"Anyway." I said, putting the box back. "Anything else you want to look at?"

Jack went back over to my bookshelf and seemed to land on particular book. "Can I read this?"

I went over and looked at what he'd picked up. It was one of my older books; 'Midnight for Charlie Bone'.

"That's a good one, but remember what I said."

"I know I know. I won't leave the room with it."

True to his word Jack jumped on top of his staff, crouched on it and started reading.

"Don't you want a seat?" I asked. I knew he found the position comfortable, but it was still odd to see him read like that.

"No thanks. I'm good."

"If you're sure..."

I selected my own book, one of the Harry Potter books, and settled in my desk chair. I curled my feet up underneath me and I heard Jack stifle a laugh.

"What?"

"You think I'm uncomfortable sitting like this, but you'll get pins and needles!"

"As you say, I find it comfortable."

Jack grinned and shook his head, getting back to his book.

I don't quite know how long we sat there. I'd picked one of the first three Harry Potter books, so Jack and I were done at about the same time. However, Jack liked Charlie Bone so much he immediately ran to get the next in the series, and there are eight books in that series.

We didn't stop the music, I personally like having music playing when I read, and Jack didn't seem to mind.

I looked at my alarm clock and almost panicked when I realised it was about one in the morning.

"Ah! I gotta go to bed!"

"Huh?" Jack looked up from his book and looked at my clock. "It's not that late."

"There's a Branch meeting in the morning and I have to be up for it." I said, gathering up my pyjamas. I came to sudden stop when I realised that Jack was still in the room. We may be related, but I was not getting changed in front of him.

"I'll, just be in the bathroom."

"Huh?" Went Jack, but I was already gone.

I came back about ten minutes later, teeth cleaned to Toothiana's standard, hopefully.

Jack looked up from his book as I came back in, still crouched on top of his staff, perfectly balanced.

"Nice pyjamas."

I think he was just being polite. My pyjamas were royal blue (I really like blue okay) button ups with white dots. Probably not what he was used to, hanging out with Jamie and Sophie.

"Thanks." I said, trying not to yawn.

"So, you're going to bed?"

"No, I got my pyjamas on and brushed my teeth for the heck of it."

Jack chuckled. "Okay, I was asking for that." He then looked a little nervously between me, the book and the book shelf.

"You can keep reading, as long as you don't take it out of this room."

"Won't you want the light off?"

"I'm okay with it on." Actually having the light on seemed to make the nightmares less frequent, not that I would ever admit that.

"Alright." Jack seemed unfazed. "Night then, I guess."

"Night." I murmured, crawling into bed, just remembering to take off my glasses before disappearing into the land of Nod.

For anyone curious, here is a, sort of, link to 'A Hundred Reasons' /watch?v=cOyELw4Qix4