Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG. But I own the OC characters.

Author's Note: I know I was suppose to update somewhere Christmas break, but I got lucky. I got distracted lots of times while writing this, and I keep coming back to edit it. Danny Phantom fanfics. And I am struggling today because of a typhoon coming. All I could do is hope and pray.

Created Date: 10/4/14
Finished Date: 11/15/14 11:36 am.

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-Chapter Three-

-One Look in the Past-

"Jack, come on! We're going to be late!"

"Coming father!" Jack shouted as he entered the room. He was wearing his brown pants, white shirt with a brown vest. His father was standing by the door, and he smiled when he saw the excitement on Jack's face. They both went out of the cottage.

"Be careful you two!" Jack's mother called as she leaned against the doorway, waving.

"Don't worry mother," Jack said, waving back.

"We'll be back home before dinner, dear." Jack's father said. They both went to the forest. Jack watched as his father looked around his surroundings carefully while holding a rifle. His father had decided that it was time for Jack to learn how to hunt, especially since Jack was getting older and older, and they knew they needed food for the family. Jack had been enthusiastic when he had heard the news, he had always wanted to go hunting since he was a kid.

Then his father stopped, and telling Jack to be quiet. They kept their eyes on the forest and Jack's father spoke;

"You hear that…?"

Jack did hear it. A strange noise, like something ruffling. It seemed to be coming from the bushes.

"First, we need a hiding place so the animals won't get away," Jack's father instructed as they hid behind the nearest bushes and knelt down. Jack peered over the bushes and saw a white bunny munching the grass.

"This is how you hold a rifle," He handed his son the rifle and guiding his hands to properly hold it. "Now, I want you to keep your eyes on that rabbit, and keep the weapon aimed. Got it?"

Jack nodded, prepare to fire.

BANG!

Jack gasped, eyes wide as he sat up. He looked at his surroundings and found himself in his bedroom. North had given him a bedroom just about a month ago when he had lectured him on the rules of being a Guardian.

He placed his legs over the bed and thought for a moment. It wasn't the first time he had a flash of his memories. Ever since he had watched his memories from his tooth canister, he had started getting flashes of them from his mortal life.

He still didn't have all his memories, just glimpses of them. He had guessed that his memories were slowly coming back to him, piece by piece. Though he might have flashbacks while he was awake.

He shook his head as he grabbed his staff that was lying next to his bed and walked out of his bedroom. He passed by yetis, who were working on the toys. He entered the globe room and watched the lights.

"Jack!" North grinned as he entered the room.

"Hey North!" Jack gave a little wave.

"Jack!" His father entered the room with a smile on his face.

"Papa!" An eight year old Jack exclaimed as he rushed to his father before hugging his legs.

E. Aster Bunnymund was not happy.

There was a Guardian-monthly meeting. All of them were there except Jack Frost, their youngest and newest member of the team. The Big Four had been waiting for them, and it was decided that Bunny should go look for him.

Bunny didn't know Jack well, or where the hell would the winter spirit go, but he could track him down with his scent.

It surprised the Pooka when he found himself in a graveyard. He realized it was Burgess. He sniffed for a moment, picking up Jack's scent.

Jack better not be slacking off or else he's going to strangle that kid to death.

He followed the scent and stopped when he spotted a familiar blue hoodie. He was about to open his mouth and stopped when he had a view of Jack, who's back was turned. His hoodie was pulled over and was crouched in front of a grave.

Bunny frowned, wondering what he was doing till his ears picked up Jack's words.

"Hey," Jack said quietly. He didn't seem to notice Bunny's presence. "It's been a while since I came here."

He sighed.

"I have a believer now. Just like you said." Jack let out a small chuckle. "I didn't believe you, not really. But I kept going. And going. If it wasn't for you, I would have been a goner." He shook his head.

"I have friends now," Jack continued. "North, Bunny, Sandy and Tooth. Great they are. North…he's Santa Clause, though I suppose you still don't like Christmas." He shook his head. "But you would have loved him." He smiled softly.

Bunny cringed, feeling that he had intruded something personal. He wanted to call out Jack, but a huge part of him told him not to interfere and that he shouldn't be listening. But there's also another part that's curious.

"And Bunny…"

Bunny's breath stopped.

"The Easter Bunny. You know, he brought chocolates." Jack said, smiling as Bunny released his breath. "I remember the time you told me that you could catch a rabbit." Bunny's nose twitched a bit. "You would have love Bunny, much more fun when you pull pranks on him."

Bunny couldn't help but roll his eyes at that part.

"And Sandman, he rocks. He gives you dreams, remembers the stories I tell him. And then there's Tooth, she helped me…and as it turns out, I had a life before I became Jack Frost. I was human with a normal life and a family, and I had a sister." He chuckled.

Bunny's ears dropped when he heard that part.

"You would have loved my sister, she loves playing games, and I would play tricks on her." Jack said. "We'd play hide and seek, tag, and we'd always have fun. And then I'd tuck her in bed and tell her stories, and I'd sing her this special lullaby."

"They should have been back here by now." Tooth said, pacing back and forth. She gasped, eyes wide. "What if they're hurt…what if they're…"

"Tooth," North said calmly. "Do not worry. They'll be here any minute now."

"Yeah." Jack said as he stood up.

"I gotta go, see ya' George." Jack said quietly, taking one last look at the grave before flying off. Bunny slowly stepped out of his hiding place, looking at the grave.

"Oh Frostbite," Bunny said quietly.

George O'Brian.
Believe Me.

Jack was practically panting, his heart beating faster than ever before as sweat started to drop down his face. He ignored the pain on his ribs as he looked around. He was panicking. And he was sweating, his jacket must be wet.

"JACK!"

Jack, eyes wide, spun around and followed that voice. Leaping off the burning bushes. He had ashes on his faces, some injuries on his legs and feet.

"JACK!"

He moved as fast as he could, dodging some fallen burning branches. He winced in pain when he it hit him just a bit.

"JACK!"

He gasped as the voice pulled brought his attention. He wanted to get up, he wanted to follow that voice, but his body was already in pain. Too many injuries, some burns. He blinked rapidly as grey smoke was around him.

He cleared his vision and could see a kid with a brown hair. Eyes full of fear and concern.

"HELP!"

Jack faded out of consciousness and the last thing he saw was a kid being burned alive.

Author's Note: Guess who? *ducks when saw a chair coming towards you* Hey! Don't hate me!