Author's Note: Here is the long awaited chapter of when things start to get more interesting again. Will Jamie be able to be the hero that everyone needs? Can he do this?! Well, we'll see, won't we. :P

Crossover Junkie, I knew that Death had a daughter, but I hadn't read far enough into the series to see he had a granddaughter as well. That's really interesting! I'm also not sure how I made you like Death more since I didn't have him do much of anything. I think with Jamie's adventures coming up, I'll have to make him have a reappearance though. Muwhaha.

I'd like to give a special thanks to all the follows and faves! I hope all you silent readers out there like where the story is going. Anyway, on with the chapter!

Chapter Sixty-Three: 1968 Again

Current time: Present

Gethen smiled evilly to himself as he looked down at the silver hour glass he had stolen from Father Time. This plan was perfect! Why didn't he think of it sooner? It hadn't been difficult to locate Father Time's home. A lot of the spirits knew where the others lived, but some like Father Time preferred their solitude.

He had already experimented a little with the hour glass and knew it went back into the past two years. It was fairly inconvenient for what he wanted to do, but he knew if he counted properly, he could achieve his goal. He really would have preferred to go steal one that went farther back, but he couldn't risk getting caught. Father Time was old, but he wasn't senile. He would catch on pretty quick and Gethen had to hurry with his plan if he wanted to succeed.

So with that thought in mind, he began to turn the hour glass backward, carefully counting each turn. His grin grew wider the more he turned the hour glass.

Oh, Child of Spring..

How you would regret crossing the spirit of decay.

With the final turn of the hour glass, Gethen felt time begin to unravel, and then rewind.


Current time: 1968

A small girl in a ragged pink dress went outside, exiting from a dilapidated house. Her face was downcast from having been yelled at by her father to get out of the house. He threw her out so fast, she didn't even have time to grab her jacket. Fortunately for her, the weather was pretty nice today and the sun was shining brightly.

She walked to a park that she knew of, that had some woods not too far away from it. It was a little farther from her house than her mother ever let her go, but that wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Little Lillian's face fell more and she rubbed her eyes furiously to stave off the tears as she thought about the reason why it wouldn't be a problem anymore. She noticed kids were all over holding Easter baskets and looking down at the ground excitedly. Her gray eyes lit up and a smile grew on her face as she realized that today was Easter!

Nobody paid the six year old any mind as she joined in with the others that were searching for eggs. It was as she was searching everywhere, that the snow started. Kids looked up in wonder at the white flakes and some even tried to catch them on their tongue.

Lillian held out her tongue and giggled when she felt cold snowflakes fall onto it. She twirled around happily for a moment before continuing her search. She was so excited about Easter that she didn't even notice the temperature, once a fine one for a spring day, was now getting much colder.

She spotted a splash of color by a bush and raced over to it. She bent down and picked up an egg that had a beautiful spring scene painted on it. She smiled happily at the egg and tucked it into her pocket.

She looked around to see where else she could look for eggs, when she spotted the forest. Would the Easter Bunny hide any eggs in there?

She quietly walked over to the forest and wandered inside. She glanced back to make sure she wasn't being followed since she didn't want anyone finding these eggs but her. A little ways in she spotted another egg and eagerly ran over to it. She picked it up to see that it had a picture of a basket of eggs on it and giggled.

The Easter Bunny was so silly!

She tucked the egg into her other pocket and went to continue on, not even noticing that the snow had grown much heavier and the temperature had dropped much more. Her fingers were starting to turn red from the cold.

Her breath was visible as her feet crunched in the snow. She managed to take two steps further into the forest when she heard the snap of a twig. She started in surprise and whirled around, but no one else was there. She realized suddenly how very quiet it was in this forest and how dark the way ahead seemed to be.

Hesitantly, she called out.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

Her voice was a little raspy from disuse since she hardly spoke at all anymore. Her father didn't seem to notice that his daughter had gone very silent, and if she even dared to make any noise at all he yelled at her to be quiet.

"Hello?" she called out again, her voice quivering.

Her eyes widened when she heard a howl. It was the sort of howl that made her think of dangerous animals with sharp teeth.

It was the sort of howl that reminded her of scary things.

She took one step backward and then another. When another howl followed the first, Lillian turned around and ran away.

Since she wasn't very deep into the forest, she was able to find the way out rather easily. As she was busy running right back towards home, she never heard the malicious laughter that echoed in the woods.


Current time: Present

Lillian had made her way to Burgess and happily wandered around as she spread her spring flowers wherever she walked. She smiled happily at the normal temperatures and looked pleased with everything that was happening. Spring seemed to finally be back to normal.

It sure took long enough!

Lillian wondered if Jamie would be in school yet as she started to make her way over to his house. She was thinking if he wasn't home that she would "borrow" some of his books to read when she suddenly gasped and stopped in her tracks.

She clutched her stomach with a pained look on her face. She felt really weird for some reason.

With a groan, she clutched her stomach more tightly and looked worriedly down at it. What was wrong with her?

Her eyes widened when she saw her arms.

Where they transparent?!

Was she fading?!

No.. it couldn't be!

"No.. No..!" she cried out as more of her became transparent. "Pitch..!"

With a sob, she tried to use her powers or even just move, but it hurt too much to do anything. She realized that when she tried to use her powers, nothing had happened.

She tried calling out for help, but her voice was getting weaker now. She wished that someone, anyone would come save her, but no one showed up.

A few minutes later, there was heart-wrenching agonized scream as the Child of Spring was no more.


Current time: Present

"Jamie, hurry up! Your breakfast is getting cold and you need to get to school!" Jamie's mom called up the stairs as her son groggily opened his eyes.

He rubbed them and got out of bed, quickly changing into his clothes for school. He yawned as he glanced over at his computer, remembering that day when he had been looking up the weird weather on his computer and Lillian had found that letter. The weird one that had freaked her out.

Jamie shivered as he thought about it. Every day since he had gotten that letter, he kept expecting to see a Ms. Parker as his English teacher, but thankfully that hadn't happened yet. He hoped that it never would either.

Wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, Jamie made sure he had his backpack all packed and deposited it on the couch when he went downstairs. He hurried to the kitchen table and began to scarf down his breakfast of eggs and toast.

"Whoa, slow down there mister!" Jamie's mom said with a shake of her head. "You don't want to choke."

Jamie quickly swallowed his mouthful.

"Can't!" he said in a rush. "I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry."

With that, he hurriedly ate the rest of his breakfast and drank down the rest of his milk. He charged back upstairs to the bathroom and brushed his teeth in record time and made sure he didn't have a milk mustache before racing back downstairs.

"Bye!" Jamie called out as he grabbed his backpack and hurried out the door. He had to hurry if he was going to meet up with his friends to walk to school.

Sure enough, he saw Pippa talking with Cupcake and he hurried over to the girls to greet them. Not long after, they had gone around to Caleb and Claude's and Monty's house.

Now the whole gang was walking to school while Jamie was busy talking about his book again. He paused, however, when they passed a park that was near Jack's forest. He could see there was a trail of spring flowers leading away from it and then they just stopped.

"Hey," he said as he stopped walking and gestured at them. "Check that out," he said as he pointed.

The kids all stopped to look too and didn't look very impressed.

"What?" Pippa asked. "Those flowers?"

"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You think Lillian did it?"

"Who?" Monty piped up.

"Uh.. you know. Lillian? Spring spirit?" Jamie said, looking at his friends incredulously.

"What?" Pippa began to laugh. "Jamie, there's no such thing!"

Jamie began to look upset. What were they playing at? But he didn't have time to dwell on it as Caleb exclaimed that they were going to be late to school. As they all hurried away, Jamie didn't notice that the spring flowers faded and then disappeared altogether, as though they had never been there.

"Man, we can't be late to English!" Claude exclaimed. "Ms. Parker said we had a test today!"

Jamie stopped dead in his tracks.

"Wh-what?" he said breathlessly. "What about Mr. Plum?"

"Who?" Pippa gave Jamie an impatient look. "We've always had Ms. Parker! C'mon Jamie, we're going to be late."

Jamie's eyes widened as his friends hurried off without him, assuming he was right behind them. He could clearly remember all those boring classes with Mr. Plum, but he could feel other memories trying to take over as well.

He grabbed his head as the two sets of memories clashed, and one set started to take over. The look of pain on his face started to fade as he straightened up.

That's right, he'd always had Ms. Parker -

Before the thoughts could firmly take hold, however, Jamie could feel something grab him from behind and then in a whirl of something, Jamie disappeared.


Current time: ?

Jamie staggered as he reappeared somewhere. The trip had seemed somehow magical, and Jamie stared after he shook his head and tried to get oriented. The room he was in was filled with clocks.

Lots and lots of clocks.

All different kinds of clocks.

There were old fashioned cuckoo clocks and a big grandfather clock. Some clocks looked so old fashioned it was like they came right out of the past, and then some looked more modern. Jamie swore he saw one clock that even had a hologram in it, but that was impossible.. right?

As Jamie stared at all the clocks a crazy thought entered his mind.

It wasn't possible.. was it?

But this was Jamie Bennett, the boy who believed in just about anything, and especially with everything that had happened to him, of course, he would believe.

As soon as he recalled all the strange adventures he'd had, he winced as though something else was trying to intrude. He held his head again as it started to feel a little like it was going to explode.

This was so not good.

"I almost forgot!" a voice behind Jamie exclaimed.

Jamie gave a startled gasp and whirled around to see an old man right behind him. Before Jamie could say anything, the old man slipped something over Jamie's head and the pressure Jamie had been feeling eased. The strange memories that kept trying to intrude suddenly vanished and Jamie felt his regular memories slip firmly back into place.

There was a Lillian.

There was a Mr. Plum.

There was definitely not a Ms. Parker.

Jamie sighed in relief.

"Thanks," Jamie said as he fingered the necklace that the old man had put over his head. There was a pendant of some sort that was dangling from it, but Jamie couldn't see what it was.

The old man smiled in return at Jamie.

"I knew you would eventually believe in me," the old man said happily. "That necklace will protect you from the changing timestream. Unfortunately, someone has been meddling with the past. I feared I was almost too late. Your memories almost vanished as they were adjusting to the changes that had been made in the past."

Jamie's eyes widened.

"I.. I almost lost my memories?" he squeaked.

Father Time patted Jamie's shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry, I managed to catch you just in time. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get your friends. It seems as if you're the only one with memories of your original time, Jamie Bennett."

"..Wh.. wh.." Jamie said, going pale as he stared at Father Time in shock. Even if Jamie did believe in just about everything, it was still horrifying to hear that he almost lost all his memories. Not to mention that no matter how grown up Jamie might act, he was still just a little boy.

"As you might have guessed, I am Father Time," Father Time continued, as he either ignored or didn't notice Jamie's slight panic attack. "And you are the only person who can save your time period."

Jamie shook his head as he took a deep breath and then another. He tried to calm down, but his heart was racing and it suddenly felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room.

"F-Father Time? Wait.. someone changed the past?!" Jamie exclaimed as he tried to get his bearings back.

Father Time nodded gravely.

"It is notoriously difficult to change the past, as even if you do so, other events might occur to make the event you were trying to change happen anyway. Unfortunately, Gethen seems to have chosen just the event that could have catastrophic effects on your time."

As Father Time spoke, he lead Jamie off to his Room of Possibilities.

"Whoa," Jamie said breathlessly as he stared at all the hundreds and hundreds of mirrors that were on the wall. It made him a little dizzy since all the mirrors were showing not reflections, but events that either had or would take place. "What is all this?"

"This," Father Time said proudly, "is my Room of Possibilities. It shows events that could or have or are taking place right now. Unfortunately, many of the mirrors that show the past aren't reflecting their proper events."

Father Time frowned as he glanced at a particular mirror that showed all the Guardians facing off against Pitch, Jack included. It was not supposed to have happened that way!

He looked away from that particular mirror and then guided Jamie further down to where he gestured at a mirror.

"This is Gethen Grendel," Father Time pointed to the mirror where Gethen was turning the hour glass. "That hour glass he is holding is a device of mine that I used to use to travel to other times, before I made this room. It seems he has gone somewhere into the past, but I don't know the precise time he has gone to."

Jamie frowned in concentration as he thought of that letter. Hadn't it mentioned a specific time..? His eyes lit up as it suddenly came to him.

"1968!" Jamie exclaimed. "I got a letter that said when I have Ms. Parker as my English teacher, I should aim for Easter Sunday, 1968! I had no idea what it meant, but the person must have known that's where this Gethen guy went!"

Father Time looked thoughtful.

"Easter Sunday, hm? Something significant must have happened that day."

Father Time glanced at his mirrors and then frowned in frustration.

"My mirrors won't be able to show me the event, since Gethen has already changed what it was. Did that letter say anything else?"

Jamie nodded.

"It said I should appear by the woods near Jack Frost's lake and I shouldn't let Gethen see me. How am I supposed to know what I'm supposed to be doing if I don't even know what he changed?"

"Hmm," Father Time started pacing back and forth in front of his mirrors. "Something must have happened at that place in that time that Gethen has changed. My mirrors might give us some clues though."

Father Time stopped pacing as he examined his mirrors.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute! Is that.. is that me?!" Jamie exclaimed as he pointed to a set of mirrors after the one that had Gethen going back into the past.

Father Time was examining mirrors further back from that and he glanced over at what Jamie was looking at.

"Oh yes," Father Time said vaguely. "Those mirrors are showing what could happen. The square mirrors show things that are bad, while the diamond ones are a little trickier. They show some bad things but aren't nearly as bad as the square ones. The round mirrors show good things or at least things that aren't terrible. Those square mirrors that show you in them are most likely displaying what could happen if you were to fail in your mission."

Jamie glanced nervously at a square mirror that showed him facing off with Gethen and then hurriedly looked away from it. Nope, not gonna happen. He wasn't going to get caught. He looked at other mirrors and furrowed his brow.

"Hey, that sort of looks like Lillian," Jamie said as he pointed at a mirror.

Something strange had happened with the hour glass that mirror Jamie had been using and when Jamie had appeared, he was looking around frantically, before spotting a very familiar looking girl with curly brown hair. Only this girl was much older than the Lillian he knew. It couldn't be her, right?

"Lillian? The Child of Spring?" Father Time said interestedly.

He wandered over by Jamie and looked at the mirror. His eyes widened a little and then he looked at other mirrors.

"Oh my," Father Time said as he examined the mirrors. "It would seem that something has happened to make the Child of Spring a mortal."

"What?" Jamie asked, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"Special people are chosen to be spirits for their jobs. For instance, Jack had been chosen to be Jack Frost, the spirit of winter. Before that, he was an ordinary boy. The same goes for Lillian. Before she became the spirit of spring, she was an ordinary child. Gethen must have found out what happened when Lillian became the spirit of spring and did something to prevent it from happening. That's the only way that she could have possibly grown up, and still be a mortal human."

"So.. I gotta go back in time, figure out what Gethen did to make it so Lillian didn't get chosen and then find a way to stop him without getting caught or changing the past?"

"It would seem so," Father Time said as he patted Jamie's shoulder again. "A tall order for a boy like you."

Jamie's face fell as he considered how hard, how impossible it all sounded. How could he do any of this all by himself?

"Now, 1968 is quite a long ways to travel for a boy," Father Time said. "Let me see.. It would be impractical to give you a silver hour glass as well, but.. Traveling too much at one time would be dangerous for you. It would be easier for you to travel back to Easter of this year, and then for you to travel further back to the Easter of 1968. You must remember though, you cannot be seen. Especially by yourself!"

"Right," Jamie said with a nod. Although a part of him was really curious to see how last Easter would be different without Lillian in it. Would Jack still be all dark and scary? Would Pitch be saved by the moon? It couldn't hurt to have a quick look around while he was there, right?

"I will give you an hour glass that will take you back to Easter of this year and then another that will take you much further back. The first hour glass will only need one turn to take you back. The second.." Father Time sighed. "It will be inconvenient, but the safest for you to use. I will give you a silver hour glass, and that must be turned twenty-two times without stopping. It is important that you get the precise amount of turns or else you will not arrive at the correct year."

"So.. first one, turn it once? And the second one, twenty-two times," Jamie repeated.

Father Time nodded.

"If all goes well, when you return it will be like you never left."

Jamie smiled nervously at that. How was he going to pull this off? He didn't have time to ponder it though, as Father Time had left and returned much too soon with the two hour glasses. They were small and had long chains, like necklaces. Father Time carefully placed a silver hour glass over Jamie's head, followed by a bronze one.

"Turn the bronze hour glass first, then the silver. Remember, you must not remain in Easter too long or you will further change that time's events. We don't know if it will be for the better or worse, so it is best to try and leave things as they are for now, while you try to stop Gethen's plan."

Jamie nodded, but he was really curious to see how Easter was different now.

A quick peek couldn't hurt, right?

With that thought in mind, Jamie carefully held the bronze hour glass and gave it one turn backward.

As the time magic began to swirl all around Jamie, he could hear Father Time's voice give out one last ringing warning.

"Remember, you must not be seen!"


Author's Note: Yes, I'm evil. And I don't particularly like time travel just because of everything you have to think of. Like for instance, when I realized it was already passed Easter, so realistically, Jamie couldn't just turn back time to Easter in 1968 then. Thus the second time turner. And then Jamie derailed everything by wanting to see how Easter would go without Lillian. I'll probably just skim that since we already know what that's like. :)

For people who are confused on why Lillian faded: Gethen stopped her from becoming the Spring Spirit. This means that Lillian grew up (and didn't die!) and the Child of Spring can't co-exist with human Lillian. So that's why Child of Spring Lillian went away. Since technically, someone else would be the Spring Spirit now. Wonder who that could be?! Maybe we'll find out.

There are so many different things that could happen, I'm SO excited for this. I can't wait for Jamie to explore the past and we'll get to see older Lillian! Yay! You think he'll run into any of the Guardians? Or Jack Frost? If you have any suggestions, let me know and I'll try to squeeze them in. I know what I want to do, but I can add some things in too.