A/N : Thank you for all the reviews and hello to all the new followers! :D

Guest/fandomauspitice : Dankeschön! Ich konnte deine Tumblr-Seite leider nicht finden, weil mir da nur eine Fehlermeldung angezeigt wird. Ich komm ursprünglich aus der Nähe von München, habe 11 Jahre in Hamburg gelebt und wohne seit nun einem Jahr in Wien / Österreich. Was mein Englisch angeht, ich tu mein Bestes. Nehme aber auch ein Online Wörterbuch zur Hilfe, um sicher zu gehen dass ich die richtigen Wörter im richtigen Zusammenhang benutze. ;)

Ardoa88 : Awww, stop, you're making me blush! I'm so happy you like my stories that much! There's so many stories left to be told about Jack & Co., I also wish Dreamworks would produce a series like they did with "Dragons". But since that won't happen, I'll continue writing my own little ideas ( even though I'm pretty slow ). I also wondered about the reaction of the guardians about Jack's staff breaking. Gotta think of something. I'm also a sucker for angst. X)

Okay, enough talk, let's begin with another story arc, the first of 3 chapters.


Impatient cerulean eyes were fixated on the gigantic clock on top of the tower of Burgess' town hall. Even though it didn't make a sound Jack swore he could hear the sluggish ticking of the nonexistent second hand. It seemed to mock him by somehow managing to make every minute go by slower than the previous one. But that was probably just his own impression. He was excited to see his best friend again and didn't want to wait any longer.

Last month Jamie had left to a college which was several hours trainride away from his hometown. Since the first weeks were sure to be rather stressful, they had agreed that Jack would give him a while to get used to this new place and sort out his schedule before he was going to pay him a visit. Late afternoon would be best, Jamie had suggested.

Now it was 3:17 pm and Jack wondered when exactly 'late afternoon' began. Two minutes later he decided that he had waited long enough.


Jamie was sitting at his desk in his dormitory and brooding over his assignments. Maybe he should have just stayed in Burgess or started an elk-farm somewhere. Anything else sounded more fun than the heaps of work college brought with it right now. But his mother had insisted on him doing something with his life and he had to agree a college degree would help a lot. Even though he was already a little fed up with it to be honest. Back at home he would be hanging out with his friends, especially Jack.

As if on cue the window bursted open and aforementioned winter spirit jumped into the room.

"Heya! Missed me?" he smiled from ear to ear.

"Jack!" Jamie yelled and hurried to his best friend to give him a hug.

The guardian wasn't expecting such an overly emotional reaction. It had been normal for Jamie to hug him when he was still a child, but the older he got the less he greeted him that way.

"I'm so glad to see you!" the brunette teen said after letting go of him.

"I assume college isn't fun?" Jack guessed, looking right through his friend.

"Not at all. Just work, assignments, exams, lectures, blah blah blah."

"Yikes, sounds horrible."

"Yep."

"Look on the bright side, you have one month of 4 years behind you." Jack tried to be positive.

Jamie folded his arms and gave him a non-impressed look.

"You really know how to cheer someone up." he muttered sarcastically.

"I know." the winter spirit grinned.

"So…where's your roommate? How is he?" Jack asked curiously and pointed at the second empty bed on the opposite side of Jamie's.

"Oh, Chris is in the library. He's pretty nice, a little shy but he opened up to me I think. A lot of the students here think he's weird, I hope that will get better soon."

"How come?"

"Well, just look at his books on the shelf."

Jack stepped towards the plain wooden shelf next to the door and glanced over the pile of books about ghosts, the afterlife, mysterious creatures, EVPs ( Electronic Voice Phenomenas ) and reincarnations. There was also a classic ouija board leaning next to them.

"I don't understand how that's 'weird'?"

Jamie mentally slapped himself. Of course, he had forgotten who he was talking to. Why should someone who died and was turned into a spirit think that anything having to do with spirituality was strange?

"Most of the students here either don't believe in stuff like that or are too cool to admit it. And because Chris is really obsessed with it they make fun of him."

"That's not nice at all. Poor guy." Jack remarked.

He had never comprehended why people bullied each other or worse, teamed up against a single person. It was so pathetic and mean.

"Yeah, and they don't know and don't care why he's interested in it so much."

"Oh?"

"His mother died when he was 12 years old. Since then he collected every book and every online video he could find about ghosts and all those things."

This information made it even sadder that the teenager was mocked by everyone else. It was a shame not many people believed in more than they could see with their eyes. Some things were true even though there was no 100% proof of them.

Just when Jack wanted to ask more the door slammed open. A boy, about two inches smaller than himself, scrawny, with dirty blonde hair and glasses, hurried into the room and seemed to search for something.

"Chris, what's wrong?" Jamie asked concerned.

"Get your history books, Professor Silas changed the schedule. He doesn't have time for the lecture tomorrow so he shifted it to today."

"When exactly?"

"10 minutes."

"Oh crap!"

"You say it!" Chris agreed as he put his books into his backpack.

While waiting for Jamie he noticed his friend darting an apologetic look at the empty space in their room. Suddenly his ghost-senses were tingling, as he liked to call it. He started feeling like they were not alone, that he was being watched and Jamie was fully aware of it.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?" the brunette teen groaned while shoving the thick history book in his messenger bag.

"Is somebody here? Except us?"

From one moment to the other Jamie looked as if he had seen a ghost himself and stared at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Something's odd here, I can feel a presence." Chris explained, even though he knew there was a risk of sounding like a complete lunatic again.

But he was convinced of it this time.

"Uhm…" Jamie started and glanced at Jack for help, who was appearing to be just as surprised as him.

He couldn't think of anyone who had left childhood behind them and started believing in spirits. This was a chance they shouldn't waste. He nodded at Jamie.

"Well, you remember the stories about Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and so forth, right? They are all spirits and they do exist and here is Jack Frost, my best friend." Jamie blurted out.

"Well, that was straight forward." the frost teen thought.

Chris needed a moment to proceed the information and started with mouth agape at the human form which was appearing out of nowhere.

"OH…MY…GOD!"

"Hey. Nice to meet you." Jack smiled.

"I knew it! I told everyone I'm not crazy! Spirits do exist! I can't wait to tell everyone!"

"Woa, woa, not so fast." Jamie held his friend back, who was already attempting to run out of the door.

"You can't tell the others, they will think you're insane! You can only see Jack because you believe in him. The others don't, so they won't see him. And you'll have an eternal reputation of being the weird ghost-freak. So please, keep it a secret."

Chris became extremely quiet and nooded as he realized the truth in Jamie's words.

"You're right. I won't tell anyone."

"Good."

"Oh, but I have so many questions!" the blonde boy exclaimed and pushed Jamie away from him to approach the Guardian of Fun again.

"Whatever you want to know, but that has to wait for later." Jack spoke amused.

"Why so?" Chris inquired disappointedly.

The winter spirit pointed his staff at the clock over the door.

"You're late for that lecture."

"Oh damn!" both students shouted out in unison and hurried out of the room.

"I better go with them." Jack thought.

No way he was staying in this room bored and all by himself.


"Ah, I see Mr. Bennett and Mr. Raynders decided to join us as well."

Professor Silas' deep voice echoed through the auditorium and all eyes were directed towards the two teenagers who had tried to sneak in and were now awkwardly standing several feet away from the door. Both muttered a coy apology and quickly looked for empty seats. It was far from a difficult task since only less than half of the hall was occupied. Apparently Jamie and Chris hadn't been the only students to almost miss the spontaneously shifted lecture. The teacher, a man in his late fifties, with short grey hair and a scrubby beard, glanced at a pile of sheets through his thick glasses to remind himself were he had stopped. Without granting the latecomers another look he continued with his speech about the Cold War.

Jack sat down on the empty seat next to Jamie, who only now realized he had followed them.

"This is gonna be really boring, you know…" the brunette boy whispered so quietly Jack could barely hear him.

The winter spirit merely shrugged and decided to form his own opinion. Two Minutes later he agreed Jamie had been right. Suddenly he saw something small flying towards Chris from behind and hitting him on the back of his head. All three of them turned around and saw a tall, well-conditioned, black-haired boy grinning down at them from several rows of seats above. But it wasn't that playful and good-natured way Jack always grinned at everyone. No, this one dripped with mockery and contempt.

"That's Steve." Jamie replied to Jack's unanswered question, trying his best to keep his voice low.

Fortunately no one was sitting near them to wonder who the heck he was talking to. Jack stared at the bully who had just shot another pellet of paper at Chris and was now murmuring something to the giggling blonde girl beside him. What a dumbass. The young immortal watched him building another missile and shooting it at his poor victim once more. This time though his plan was disrupted when a brisk gust of wind blew the pellet out of its flight path and hindered it from hitting Chris' head again. Steve, oblivious about what had happened, assumed he had simply missed him. So he tried again. And again.

Eventually he became obviously frustrated with his constant failures and Jack thought he had finally given up.

"Is that Steve-guy always such a jerk?" Jack asked Jamie, who had been well aware of what was going on behind him but tried to keep his attention on the lecture, as hard as it was.

"Yeah, it's been like this ever since he's seen Chris in the library with a pile of books about paranormal topics."

"He's a non-believer, as you maybe can tell by now." Chris whispered and leaned a little over Jamie so Jack could hear him better.

Right then a ball of paper, not a tiny pellet anymore, slammed against the blonde boy's back and made him spin around instantly. Steve grinned at them with malicious glee and the girl next to him held her hand in front of her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud.

"Okay, enough is enough." Jack stated.

"Whatever you wanna do, don't." Jamie whispered urgently, not wanting this mockery to turn into an actual war.

"Just keep your eyes forward and listen to your teacher." the Guardian of Fun told him with a mischievous undertone and briefly the young Bennett wondered if he meant Prof. Silas or himself with 'teacher'.

Steve was bragging to his girlfriend about what his record of direct hits had been and how he planned to surpass it when a snowball hit him square in the face. He hadn't seen it coming. But then again, who was expecting a snowball in the middle of an auditorium? The buff teen hastily wiped the cold substance off his cheeks and angrily searched for the suicidal moron who had dared to attack him. Unfortunately Chris and Jamie had looked back exactly at the wrong moment and were now meeting his death glare. It was them, who else could it have been, Steve thought.

The two friends frantically turned around again and focused on the boring speech of the professor to ignore the mental daggers digging into their backs.

"Thanks a lot." Jamie grumbled reproachfully and without taking his eyes from the grey-haired old man in the center of the hall.

"Sorry." Jack apologized sheepishly.


A/N : I'm glad I never went to a US-college. XP