Suppose I should start by thanking Puella Pulchra for... a lot of reviews. Wow.
You also had a point during Don't Fear the Reaper about Jackie bringing up the name Overland. This is kind of a follow up on that, not intentionally, as this was written a while ago, but when you think about it.
This takes place the Christmas Eve after the events of Don't Fear the Reaper.
Anyhoo, enjoy, and Merry Christmas, or Happy Holidays!

It was close to Christmas, and Christmas was supposed to be spent with family.

So on Christmas Eve, I decided to honour the part of my family that was no longer around.

I'd bought more than enough of bouquets from the florist, to the point I had formed a box of ice to carry them all in. It must have been an odd sight if anyone was watching, a woman in her mid twenties walking to the old graveyard followed by a hollowed out block of ice, which was filled with flowers.

Thankfully, it was dark, so people were inside their homes, preparing for tomorrow. It hadn't started to snow yet, but I could see the clouds moving in preparation.

As far as I knew Jack had no idea what I was doing, but he was probably too busy with preparing the snow to come down and ask.

I reached the old graveyard on the outskirts of town and looked across it, wondering how I was going to do this. Most of them were piled high with snow or choked with weeds, the families tending to them either no longer existing or simply forgetting. All bar one, Danny's grave was still well kept, but we didn't really remember everyone else.

This could be simple. One simple hand movement and I'd get rid of the snow, then could form ice tools to get rid of the weeds. However, doing this with so little effort seemed wrong. They were still family, for family you put effort in.

So instead I formed tools out of ice, took one with my hand, and got to work.

I was done long after the Sandman and the tooth fairies had done their rounds, I think I heard the town clock chime 12 at one point, but I wasn't sure how long ago that was. I brushed the frozen sweat off my forehead and surveyed the graveyard.

Each grave had been cleared off snow and weeds, and now had flowers laid in front of them. The ones that were dirty, which was most of them, I'd decided to clean with the surrounding snow. Now most the snow around here was either brown or green, depending.

Now I was done I turned to two of the graves, clearly two of the oldest there. They were small, barely reaching my knee, and had been so unkempt that I'd spent the longest amount of time cleaning them.

So I'd spent a long time staring at the name 'Overland'.

Several of the graves here bore the name, but these two stuck out. Emma and Jackson.

Jackson being Jack of course, and Emma I was willing to bet was his sister. So, my many times Great grandmother probably.

I wasn't sure how long I stood there now, just looking at the names, trying to imagine what they'd been like back then. Jack hadn't elaborated on what he'd told me at the Pole, so all I had was what he said.

I said down in front of Emma's grave and began to speak.

"Hey, um, sorry for not doing this sooner. Once I found out about the Descendants this should have been the first place to look, but I didn't.

"I'm sorry that you lost your brother. I know that if you hadn't I wouldn't be here, but I know what it's like to lose a sibling. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. From what I've seen I bet Jack was a good brother, he gets on so well with the kids that see him. Still a jokester, I bet he was more than willing to prank the daylights out of everyone when he was alive.

"He's doing well now. I'd say I'm looking after him, but I think we're more looking out for each other. He has people to go to now, it must have been lonely for a long time, but that's over now. He can go to people if he needs to, but sometimes blood is thicker than water. We're alike in many ways, so I'm told, I guess we just understand each other.

"I kinda wish I knew you, I know that's almost impossible, but with the Order, and Jack and losing my brother, I have an appreciation of family. Especially what this family must have gone through, having powers like this isn't easy, and I'm sure when the first Descendant was born to you it can't have been easy for you either."

I moistened my lips. "I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say anymore. I've spent a lot of time in this graveyard, more than most I'm willing to bet. You probably can't hear me, but I know better than to write off the supposedly impossible, too much of the impossible has happened to me.

"We're accepted now. Jack and me, and all the Descendants, the ones we can find. We seem to be very good at hiding. I'm trying, maybe I should use this graveyard as reference, actually using family history records. Should be interesting, I like history, I'll add to the list of things I have to do."

I levelled my gaze at Emma's name as the first flakes of snow started to come down. One of them landed directly on my nose, and stayed there without melting.

"Well, Jack's here, so I'd better go. He seems pretty protective of me, was he the same with you? I never realised how annoying it was."

I chuckled, "I wouldn't have him any other way though. Jack's Jack, and I doubt he's changed much."

I stood up, shoving my hands in my pockets as I regarded the two graves. "Merry Christmas."

I gave my brother's grave a fond pat as I left, then froze as I heard a crunch of snow from behind me.

I slowly turned to see Jack standing front of his grave, facing me. His face was unreadable as he looked at me.

"Jack! Evening." How long has he been there?

"Evening." Jack looked around the clear graveyard. "How long have you been here?"

"Several hours I think." I said with a shrug.

"Why?"

"Something you said in the Globe Room when I was last there. About seeing the name Overland? I just thought that, since it's Christmas, it's best to remember all of your family, not just the ones that are alive."

"You're doing something for the Descendants as well?"

"Yeah, we're meeting up tomorrow between the big stuff that's already going on. We've done a Secret Santa."

A smirk crossed Jack's face. "Sounds fun."

"Should be. I think I freaked out Greg when I mentioned it. Poor boy needs to open up."

"What happened to him?"

"That's his story to tell, not mine, and most of what I know is assumed. He hasn't actually told me."

Jack nodded, falling silent for a second.

"...I...heard what you were saying, earlier."

My face went bright red and I coughed with embarrassment. "Yeah. Um, I spent way too much of my time talking to graves."

"Hmmm."

Uh oh, Jack had gone quiet, and looking at his face it wasn't because he was planning something.

"...Jack? Are you okay?" I took a cautious step towards him.

In a blur of movement Jack wasn't there anymore, and was instead hugging me.

My mind suddenly went into free fall. Jack, the guy who liked showing his actual emotions as much as a rock, was hugging me, and, was he crying?

His shoulders were shaking, he was taking big gulping breaths, and I could feel liquid freezing on my shoulder.

Oh by moon he was crying.

"Erm, Jack?"

It seemed to take him a few seconds to recover.

"S-sorry." he choked out, moving backwards out of the hug. "I just, sorry."

"What for?"

"I, I just, the whole thing. And, you found them, you put so much effort in when I didn't even try."

"Hey, you're a Guardian, you busy." I said, shrugging.

"You're a Head, you're also busy."

"Well, yeah, but I don't have to be around for all, or even most of it at this time of year." HOG tended to have a three day celebration at Easter and Christmas to take into account time zones, unless something big happened, as a Head, I had to help organise it. "Hey, come over to ours tomorrow. I know Jamie would like to see you."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I smiled. "I'd better get back. I need sleep even if you don't. You know what's at the lake." I smiled, reminding of our little ice sculpture tradition. When Jack didn't react my smile faded and my eyes moved over to the grave. "I'll give you some space. See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, yeah."

I patted his shoulder a little awkwardly, then began to walk home.

"Jackie?"

"Hmmm?" I stopped and turned back to Jack.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Just, ya know, being around." cue awkward Jack, passing his staff from hand to hand and looking at his feet.

"You're welcome. And thank you, for, everything."

"Being related to me has almost gotten you killed, several times."

"I know, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not! The good parts outweigh the bad parts."

"If you say so."

"I know so. Now stop being so upset. You're Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun! Smile!"

Jack gave a half hearted smirk.

"Close." I sighed good naturedly. "I have to go before Jamie sends out a search party, but if you want me to stay here for a bit..."

"Don't worry about it, you need sleep. I..." Jack looked down at the grave behind him. "I need to talk to my sister."

I nodded, understanding. "Okay. Night."

"Night Jackie."