Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys! Me again :) So before I say anything else, I apologize (maybe ;p) for the long A/N in advance :/

A few of you asked about Jacqueline's nickname being the same as Jack Frost's, and I wanted to say that 1) I will differentiate when Jack and Jacqueline meet, and 2) In other fanfics, there's a female Jack (named Jacqueline) and she usually goes by "Jack" so I did the same thing.

Nov1Z: Shout out to you for being the best and recommending my story :D

Candaru: Okay, so to answer...Jacqueline has eyes that are mostly blue, with flecks of green and one teeny speck of brown in her left eye (since it's my avatar) ;)Big shout out for being my beta! Thanks for all the pointers!

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Disclaimer: If I owned RotG, I wouldn't be writing this story, I'd be making the sequel!

Me: Now for the actual story.

Jack: They've been waiting long enough!

Me: Jack, I think you just want me to get to the part where you come in.

Jack: *smirks* Well, then, get on with it!

Me: It won't be for a couple chapters...

Jack: *slumps* Okay...

Jack and Jamie settled on the couch that they had moved into one of the rooms at Jamie's request, hot chocolate in hand. Jamie took a deep breath, preparing to tell his story. He pleaded, Manny, help her. I can't make her believe on my own.

Out loud, Jamie said, "Jack, the first thing you should know is that this is my childhood home. In fact, this was my bedroom then; I thought it might help to visualize things a bit more clearly if we were here.

"It all started when I was around 8. I was interested in myths and legends-even believed in a few of them-and I was reading a book on them, walking by the lake, when Claude and Caleb came running up to me..."

Where did that gust of wind come from? That was pretty strong for it to be knocking the book out of my hands. I bent down and picked it up, brushing off the cover as I did so. Suddenly, Claude and Caleb came running out of nowhere, both shouting, "Alright! Yeah, snow day! Woohoo!"

I thought, Snow day? Oh, okay. Then I almost facepalmed. -Wait, snow day?! Yeah, bring it on! I had been walking slower than my friends, so I called, "Hey, wait up! Are you coming to the egg hunt Sunday?"

Caleb answered first. "Yeah, free candy!" Then, while Claude was talking, Caleb raised a finger to his lips behind his brother's back. Next thing Claude knew, Caleb had stuffed snow down his jacket. Claude deadpanned, "You're going to pay for that. Eww, cold cold cold!"

Oh no, again? I stepped back. "Okay, but don't get me into this one." They didn't give any indication that they heard me, but then, that was probably a good thing. I decided to stick to the book until we got to my house.

We were going through the 'secret door' in our fence, and I was on the page about Bigfoot. I knew enough about Claude and Caleb's fights to know they wouldn't stop until bedtime if I let them, so I picked the most interesting fact from the page I was on and interrupted their tussle to tell them.

"Whoa, it says here that they found Bigfoot hair samples, and DNA, in Michigan! That's like, super close!"

Claude rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

Oh yeah. So now he's going to criticize my interest in the supernatural. Again. Well, at least they stopped fighting. I decided to continue the conversation while we were at it. "You saw that video too, Claude. He's out there."

Caleb said, "That's what you said about aliens." Claude added, "And the Easter Bunny."

That stopped me in my tracks for a moment. Claude didn't believe in the Easter Bunny? Now I felt like I was in a fight to defend the existence of, well, Santa. All the kids my age believed in him-well, except Claude, maybe. I decided to drop it though, save one last comment. I grabbed my sled. "Wow, the Easter Bunny is real."

I didn't notice what Claude said next because Sophie, my little sister, and Abby, our greyhound, came out of the house. She had heard what I said, and being the cute toddler that she is, shouted out, "Easter Bunny, hop, hop, HOP!" Then, promptly fell over on top of our greyhound, Abby, and she started bawling.

I don't want to deal with this. "Mom, Sophie fell again." After that, I tuned both of them out and listened to Claude and Caleb bickering until Mom called.

"Jamie, hat? We don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose." I turned around and she plunked it on my head. I had almost turned back around when I realized—

"Who's Jack Frost?"

My mom laughed as she said, "No one, honey, it's just an expression." I was about to ask her something else, but then decided against it.

Claude called, "Are we sledding or what?" I ran after them, sled in hand. We had just gotten to the park where my other friends were building a snowman, when a snowball hit me right in the back of my head. I was pissed, but then, suddenly, as if by magic, I got an idea. I smiled mischievously.

I looked around and said, "Okay, who threw that?" I am so getting them back; whoever it was. I saw Monty, an oddball from our class, wearing a green jacket and his trademark glasses, making a snow fort. I decided he was my first target.

Monty got a face full of snow when my snowball, smack-dab on target, made him fall onto his and Pippa's fort. I didn't waste time watching his reaction, already making more snowballs and keeping a wary eye out for ones aimed at me. The snowball fight was on!

Suddenly, I got knocked over on Cupcake's snowman, my sled on top of me. I heard a snowball splat...on Cupcake. She turned around, growling, with her snowman head in her hands. I cowered under my sled and waited for the worst, when I saw with openmouthed surprise, yet another snowball hit her smack dab in her face. I asked myself, Who would dare to hit the school bully when she's already angry?

She blinked, then burst out laughing. All of us were gaping at her, but she seemed either not to notice or care, as she started chasing after all of us, play threatening to smash the snowman head down on whoever she caught.

We ran down an alley, not seeing the sheet of ice before us. My friends all fell to the ground, but I fell on my sled and I was off, sailing from the alley right into the street. I vaguely heard my friends behind me shouting, "Jamie, slow down, that's the street! Stop!" I thought grimly, I can't exactly stop now— "Whoa!" I really have to watch where I'm going.

I catapulted into the morning traffic in Burgess. Oddly enough, I never seemed to hit anything, even though I swerved in and out of traffic, right in between pedestrians, and around corners, each near-hit experience more thrilling than the last. I had just begun to enjoy this wild ride when I saw the statue of Burgess's founder, Thaddeus Burgess, straight ahead. I ducked my head, and somehow found myself flying through the air— I must have flown off some ramp that I had no idea was there— and I raised my head to see the ground coming at me more quickly than I would like. Luckily, I landed in a snowdrift, so there was no damage done. My friends came running up to me.

I heard, "That looks serious,"

"Jamie, Jamie, are you alright?"

"Is he okay?"

I knew I had to reassure them. I jumped up. "Whoa, did you guys see that? It was amazing! I slid - I did a jump and I slid under a car— ERF!" I was smacked in the side with a couch from one of the moving vans I had disrupted in traffic, and my face hit the ground.

I got up and shouted, "Cool, a tooth!" My friends crowded around. I heard shouts of, "Lucky!" and "Dude, that means Tooth Fairy cash!"

I responded, "I gotta put this under my pillow!" We traipsed off, the cold starting to get to us. Looking back, I saw an ice ramp spanning the intersection and wondered, not for the last time, what exactly had happened. As we walked, we talked about the Tooth Fairy, then the conversation drifted to the snowy weather. It was similar to the conversation Claude, Caleb, and I had had earlier, us speculating on the "what if's" of being snowed in on Easter. It wasn't until later that I realized that Cupcake had earned her way into our group, laughing and joking with the rest of us.

We all went to our respective houses, and I was left to babysit Sophie while Mom was at work. This gave me time to think. That sled ride was one of the most awesome things that's ever happened to me; I felt like I was being watched, though. And weaving in and out of traffic without getting in a accident is one thing, but I'm sure that ice ramp wasn't there before I was...how did that happen? Do I have some sort of guardian angel?

Soph wasn't as much trouble as usual, which was a relief; but I was still glad when Mom came home that evening so I didn't have to be responsible for her anymore. Then, I had an idea and hid a flashlight under my pillow and I stewed until bedtime, when I decided I should tell my family about today.

"...and it was awesome! Then I was flying down this hill and I was like whoosh, whoosh, whoosh through all these cars, and then the sled hit this, this thing, and I was like way up in the air." I showed Soph the gap in my teeth. "And then BAM! The sofa hit me, and, and see? My tooth came out!"

Mom took this as her cue to get me in bed, saying, "Alright you, tooth under your pillow?" This reminded me of my plan, and I realized I had never checked the batteries on the flashlight. I shone it around the room, accidentally giving Mom a clue as to what I was going to do. She said, "Now don't stay up trying to see her, Jamie, or she won't come." I sighed. Shucks, I didn't think about what I was doing.

"But Mom, I can do it this time!" I decided to get Soph to back me up. "You wanna help me, Soph? We can hide and see the Tooth Fairy!" Sophie got all hyper about that. "Hide, hide, hide!"

Mom gave me "the look", which in my case, included a silent scolding about making Sophie crazy. "Uh uh, straight to bed now, mister." I huffed. "Mom..." I was stopped by Abby licking my face. As much as I love Abby, she can be a pain sometimes. And she always seems to take Mom's side— why's that?

I suddenly had that feeling of being watched again, so I lay down quickly so Mom would say goodnight and leave; which she did, taking Sophie with her and closing the door. By the time she left, though, the feeling had vanished. I went to my window and looked out anyway, hoping to see something. I don't know what I expected to see, but there was nothing— rephrase, nobody there. I gave up and went back to bed.

A/N: Every review gives me an extra boost to finish the current chapter I'm working on, soo...R&R! I will try to shorten the flashbacks, it's essential to this but it's already been done in other fics so I won't make it too long :) I will try to draw and upload an avatar pic of Jacqueline, I just need time and inspiration ;)

Me: I wrote more than a third of this in the wee hours of the morning...guess that's when inspiration comes best to me. :/

Jack: Huh, maybe you should, I don't know, actually get some sleep?

Me: How else am I going to get this story done?

Jack: Sandy's probably not going to be happy about it.

Me: I know.

Jack: You're starting to sound like me.

Me: *shouts* Sandy, I'll get some sleep when I finish this story! *under my breath* In a couple of years.

Jack: *rofl*

Me: —maybe sooner! Anyway dear readers, thank you and please R&R!