Camden and Isaac, little kid life

Harry meets Danny Phantom

Lydia and Harry back in colonial days

STEREK, with a hint of Lydia/Parrish

Harry and Jack Frost, untimely meeting

Death and Harry's first official meeting, what MOD truly means

Harry + Winchesters = Disaster

Harry Meets the Doctor

Chantel's hunt for Theo

Stiles confronting Harry about lying to him

Me: So I'm doing the Harry and Jack Frost meeting for this one. As no one has done any suggestions of what they want me to do next.

Jordan: Thank you Stiles, for reminding her that she hasn't kidnapped me recently.

Me: Shush.

Disclaimer Here - If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in a river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song.

3rd Person POV

Throughout his long life, Harry met multiple people and spirits. Apparently Santa Claus was real, however his friends knew him as North. So was the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, even the Groundhog! They considered him the Spirit of Death, which was laughable until he realized that was basically what he was. Soon it became an inside joke with quite a few of the spirits that the Spirit of Death was called Harry. And it was kinda funny to be honest, if it wasn't such a sobering thought. Harry had chosen to be a Healer, but he still did reap quite a few kids.

Right now however, Harry was in the spirit realm. While he was somewhat trying to find some people he used to know, Harry was truly just trying to escape the living realm. Reality had hit too close to home recently, leaving Alex and Ben the only ones alive of his old unit. The Spirit Realm lessened the blow for him, somewhat.

"Who are you?" Someone suddenly asked, landing next to him.

Wincing as he turned around, Harry inhaled sharply. He remembered this kid, but it was clear that he didn't remember him. The Moon had stopped him from reaping him, instead pleading with Harry to help him transform him into a spirit. Usually the spirits (like North and Tooth) were just immortal humans, like him (except Harry had died but whatever), but Jack had actually died and the Moon needed Harry's help in making him a spirit.

"Uh, hello? Can you even see me or are you just staring right through me like every other person on this freaking planet," Jack replied, leaning on his staff.

"Oh I can see you," Harry replied, his glowing green eyes focusing on Jack.

As though he was scared of Harry, Jack stepped back slightly. However he didn't leave, if anything it seemed that he became even more interested. Cocking his head to the side, Jack went up into the air and landed on his staff. Raising his eyebrows, which couldn't be seen through his shadowed hood, Harry watched the young winter spirit.

"Who are you?" Jack questioned.

"I'm sure you've heard of me. The Guardians are scared of me, the spirits flee from me, and my only friends are the dead," The last was a lie but a rumor that the spirits had spread and Harry finally just accepted because that's what all his friends would become eventually.

"Well that sucks. Guess we're on the same page though. The Guardians could care less about me, the spirits despise me… well Groundhog tolerates me and Mother Nature protects me from the spirits that try to hurt me. But that could be because I'm the only winter spirit. Oh, and I don't have any friends," Jack grinned, but Harry could sense the pain underneath of it, "And no one ever sees me."

Frowning slightly, which could barely be seen through his hood, Harry gestured for Jack to follow him. Looking wary, Jack got off of his staff and followed him. Around him the trees and plants began to die, before they got frosted over by Jack. Finally Harry stopped in front of the Burgess Lake, the place where Jack died and was born again. Standing on the edge of the frozen over lake, Harry stared out at the place where Jack fell through the ice.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you Jack Frost. A little under three hundred years I would say," Harry finally said, "I wouldn't know if you remember me or not however."

"All I remember is the moon, telling me my name. That was it," Jack replied evenly, "I think I would remember if you were there."

"I was there when you died, I brought you back. But changed, the moon gifted you your powers. When you opened your eyes I left, my job done."
"I died!"

Glancing over, Harry shrugged before looking back to the lake. Honestly he had thought that MIM had told Jack, apparently not. If the moon was out now he would have glared at it. But he wasn't out, so there was no one to glare at.

"Yes, you did," Harry replied calmly, pulling down his shadowy hood, "I'll see you later Jack. I have my own duties to perform."

"Wait!" Jack called as Harry walked towards the shadow of a tree, "I don't even know your name!"

The smile on Harry's face was genuine as he turned, looking over at Jack from the shade of the tree. As he spoke his eyes glowed a brighter green, the green of the killing curse.

"Harry, but most call me the Master of Death," and he was gone.

**********SPIRITS**********

The next time Jack saw Harry wasn't long after he became a Guardian. It was a normal winter day, a light sheen of snow on the ground. His face turned up at the sun, soaking in the winter sun. Not that it did anything. The sun barely cast any heat on him during the winter, whereas if he intruded on Skye's territory (summer) he would melt within a few seconds. Thankfully Skye liked him well enough and brought him back to winter before she fled. Speaking of, he should see her sometime. To thank her. Maybe he'd have Aurelia (the spirit of fall) or Hunter (spirit of spring) to give her some sort of gift. Oh well, he'd think about it more later.

That was when he caught sight of a dark shadow. At first fear filled him, as the dark shadow reminded him of pitch, before he got a closer look. The shadows didn't seem to cause anyone any fear, if anything it seemed to comfort them and bring them a sense of relief. Cocking his head to the side Jack moved down more, just to get a closer look. Baby Tooth, who had become a constant companion for him, chittered anxiously and tried to get him to turn back.
"Harry?" Jack questioned to himself, getting a glimpse of deadly green eyes.

As if hearing him, Harry turned abruptly. The abrupt turn startled Jack and in turn he fell from the tree. Thankfully the wind caught him, lightly setting him on the ground. Once again the hood was pushed down, showing vibrate green eyes and a messy mop of black hair. His eyes seemed dull however, like something had sucked the life out of them.

"Hey Jack," the smile seemed forced, "I heard you became a Guardian."
"Yeah, and got my first group of believers," Jack replied, leaning against the staff, "And I remembered. You were there… when I died. Holding my sister away from the ice, not letting her go after me. Thank you."
"It wasn't her time. It wasn't yours either, which was why I could bend the rules to return you as a spirit," Harry replied, "She grew to an old age, especially for your people then. One hundred and thirty if I remember correctly."

Jack whistled and looked around. As far as he knew there was no reason for Harry to be here. But who knows, Jack could be wrong. Floating closer Jack set himself down besides Harry, cocking his head to the side.

"Spirits don't really like you much. I asked around for a bit. They warned me to stay away. North outright said that you were bad news and killed people," Jack commented, wincing himself when Harry outright flinched, "But you tried to save me. I saw you reach out, trying to get me to grab your hand. And when I didn't, you held my sister back from charging back onto the thin ice."

"I did," Harry replied evenly.

"I think I saw you, because it was then I truly believed in death. Believed that I was going to die. Does that make sense?"

Without saying anything, Harry nodded. Relief flooded Jack. That had been something that he wasn't sure was true or not. Much less whether or not it made sense to anyone else except for him. There were plenty of things that Jack thought made sense but it didn't to anyone else.

"Should I expect visits from you then?" Harry questioned.

"Probably. Tooth's palace is a place I go when I want to get attacked by millions of little fairies. Ow!" Baby Tooth fluttered off, "North isn't very talkative and I can usually expect to be ignored. Bunny kicks me out and Sandy doesn't talk much."

Jack rubbed his cheek. Baby Tooth had a nice right hook when she wanted. A soft snigger escaped the smaller male besides him, the deadly green eyes lighting with laughter. Rolling his eyes Jack followed Harry, towards the building. Inside was lit up, Christmas lights winking at him from the christmas tree. Brightly colored presents loitered underneath the same tree, names for the family written on them.

"What are we doing here?" Jack asked.

"Preventing a mother from leaving her child an orphan," the Master of Death replied, walking through the wall as though he was made of smoke.

"But the presents?" Jack demanded confused, "They can't all be for her."

Jack was grabbed through the wall by an impatient Harry. The feeling of going through the wall was not entirely comfortable. Leaving Jack feeling as though he had been turned into a vapor form and reminding him of when people used to walk through him. Once he was through the wall Jack looked around, reading the names on the stockings: Jonathan, Shaelyn, Jessica, Grandma, Grandpa. Confusion crossed his face at the sight of Grandma, Grandpa, and Jonathan not having anything in their stockings whereas Shaelyn and Jessica were filled to the brim with random stuffers. There was a tiny little stocking, with no name on it. Jack assumed it was for the baby.

"But, she can't have all the presents. Can she?" Jack asked again.

"She already has a daughter, Jessica. Jonathan was her husband, died overseas in a terrorist attack a few years ago. He made me promise before he went to take care of his family. Some of these presents are from me," Harry knelt beside a red and gold present, "Grandma and Grandpa died from natural causes not long after Jonathan."

There was not a single thing Jack could say. But it was a good thing he didn't, as Harry suddenly left the room. A small exclamation left him as Jack jolted and went after him. Now in the dining room Jack saw the family of two at the table. The mother was obviously pregnant, wearing an oversized christmas sweater and dark jeans. Her long caramel hair was tied up in a bun, a few wayward strands framing her face. Across from her was a little girl, no older than six, with tight dark curls. Bright blue eyes, like a calm ocean, were shining with laughter. Then the mother, Shaelyn, gasped softly and her hazel eyes widened.

"Jessica honey, can you do what Mommy told you and grab her bag?" Shaelyn said in a tightly controlled voice.

"Why Mommy?" Jessica asked, cocking her head.

"Your little brother is coming sweetheart, now can you go get the bag?"

An excited bundle of energy ran through Jack, forcing all the air out of him. By his side Harry clutched his arm, lightly pulling Jack closer to him. The winter spirit glanced at Harry in thanks before returning to looking at her. Soft curses were spewing from Shaelyn's mouth, grabbing her phone and purse shakily. Then she collapsed to the ground with a soft scream.

"Jack I need you to keep Jessica from coming in here," Harry told him.
"What's happening?" Jack demanded, floating back from the room.

"The baby is coming to fast, I have to ease the pain and do what I can. Try to get Jessica to call nine-one-one. It's not as important as making sure that I heal her the best I can, but it'd be nice," Harry muttered, gliding over to Shaelyn who was crying out on the floor.

"Can she see you?" Jack asked softly, looking back out the door, "How else can you help?"

"She can see me. Unlike most spirits I have the ability to let people see me, do to my status."

Fear and confusion was filling Jack, but Harry snapped at him and he quickly left the room. Now, how was he going to get Jessica to stay upstairs. The last resort would be to put up an ice wall and he really hoped he wouldn't have too. That was always difficult to take down and he wanted to be able to get to Harry if needed.

"I can't find it! Mommy!" Jessica cried out.

Well, one less thing to worry about. Now he didn't have to search every room for Jessica. Silently gliding in the room, invisible to the little girl, Jack layered everything but the phone and the electrical wires in a thin sheet of ice. Jessica shivered and drew her pink sweater closer around her, looking around with slight fear.

"Who's there?" She called out.

Jack was pretty sure that Jessica was around the age a kid started learning to read, but he wasn't going to write his name out on the wall. Which was a weird thing to do anyways. Instead he used frost to write out nine-one-one in number form on the wall. A slight scream of terror escaped Jessica, muffled by the sleeve of her pink sweater covering her hands. With another soft sigh Jack knocked the phone down, making sure to cause it to fall on the bed. Understanding flitted across her face and Jessica rushed over to the phone. His duty done Jack closed the door behind him, icing the locks and the handle closed, before rushing down the stairs back to the kitchen.

"Jack, did you do what I asked?" Harry demanded.

The image in the kitchen wasn't pretty. Blood was surrounding Shaelyn, darkening her oversized sweater and staining the towels underneath her body. There was a sheet covering where Jack subconsciously knew the baby was going to come out and Jack was thankful that he didn't have to see that. Standing behind Shaelyn, Jack nodded. Beads of sweat was on the adults face, straining with pain.

"The baby's almost here," Harry muttered.

It was then Jack noticed the unearthly glow around Shaelyn, the way Harry's own aura was surrounding her. By now Jack was pretty sure that Harry was doing some sort of thing power thing in order to keep Shaelyn alive. Silently he knelt by Shaelyn's side, offering some sort of comfort or support. Despite her not being able to see him, which hurt slightly, it seemed to help.

"Almost there Shaelyn," Harry muttered, his own brow furrowing in concentration, "Come on, just a few more pushes."

The young woman screamed in pain, her whole body she relaxed, her eyes rolling back into her skull. Cursing, even as the wails of a baby pierced the air, Harry handed the baby, that was wrapped in a towel, to Jack before rushing to Shaelyn's side. Slightly scared and horrified at being handed a screaming baby, Jack turned to stare at Harry. But the other spirit wasn't even looking at him. His head was bowed, messy hair covering any expression Jack might have seen. Hair falling in front of him like a curtain. His hands were placed on Shaelyn's pale and sweaty forehead, muttering something in a language Jack had never heard before. The chanting echoed, the words seemingly cut off at awkward places, and it had a slightly raspy and deep way of it. In his arms the baby wailed loudly, stirring restlessly in Jack's arms. All the hairs on the back of Jack's neck rose, goosebumps rising all over his body.

On the ground Shaelyn rose, inhaling deeply. Coughs escaped her, even as sirens wailed in the distance. Jack shifted uneasily, not liking the thought of possibly getting caught. Despite not being able to be seen, Jack just didn't like the idea. It made him uncomfortable.

"It's a boy," Harry told the young mother, taking the baby from Jack and giving it to Shaelyn.

"My precious christmas eve baby," Shaelyn whispered, lifting a weak hand to touch the baby's head, "Jonathan Harry Levy."

"We should go," Harry muttered to Jack, standing besides him, "The ambulance is here."

"Jessica is locked in the bedroom upstairs," Jack admitted sheepishly, "It was the only way I could think of."

"Someone will find her."

The group left, Jack narrowing his eyes at Harry. They stayed outside, in the cold (which didn't affect Jack), watching the paramedics go around the house and take Shaelyn and the baby. It was only after they were taken away and Jessica 'rescued' from the bedroom that Harry finally left the house.

"You aren't what they think you are," Jack stated, "They think you kill people. But you don't, you save them."

"I try too," Harry corrected, "I don't always succeed. Sometimes it's their time, sometimes all I can do is make it easier."

"You at least try. They judge you immediately, without getting to know you."
"They did that with you too Jack. And you proved them wrong."
"All you have to do is prove them wrong Harry."

Harry smiled over at Jack, who grinned back. Leaning back on his staff, frost and snow swirling around him, Jack looked back at the house. People were cleaning up the blood in the kitchen, cleaning the towel and sheets used, and taking care of Jessica.

"I know what I am. That's good enough for me," Harry told him.

"It shouldn't be," Jack muttered to him.

Shaking his head, Harry glanced over at Jack. The look on his face made it clear to Jack that Harry felt he was too young to understand. Which made him remember that Harry was there when he was given his spirit status. But there was an almost, amused sense to Harry's glance.

Then the Master of Death tilted his head to Jack, almost like tilting a hat, before he disappeared into the shadows. That was the last time Jack saw the Master of Death, for a long long time.

Me: So, I might continue this one-shot. But only after the sequel.

Stiles: I hate you Jordan.

Me: Oh shush you, Jordan had to go and deal with some other thing. One of my other author friends needed him for a bit.

Stiles: I think I would have rathered been with them than you.

Me: I'm hurt. I thought you liked my company.

Stiles: Be quiet.

Review Request Here → Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother. She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no. Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby