A/N: Hello :D I've finally made an appearance, isn't that great?

Sorry for the wait, I've been writing the chapters that are replacing White Wings. On that note… Cat Girl 1995 was the reason White Wings was started, and so, some of the chapters replacing it will be an idea she wrote in a review a while back (Baby Jack . . . need I say more?). Thanks to her for all her support.

Thanks to the reviewers last chapter. When I go back to edit that chapter, your input will fix the many mistakes.

Special shout out to Fantasy Forger. She is amazing, seriously. Go check out her story 'Those Forgotten'. It's amazing and doesn't get enough love.

Oh, before I start, you may notice that Jack's sister is named Emma in this chapter, instead of Pippa like the first one. This is on purpose. I want to change up her name so that no one gets offended or anything… Though why this is such a big deal is a mystery to me. Oo

If you've seen the move Courageous before, this may seem quite similar… Mwahaha. Idea and some lines are credited to this movie.

Disclaimer: Same as last chapter . . . and the chapter before. Not the one before that though, I forgot one there.

Save This Dance for Me

"Come on Jack!" Emma called as the siblings started weaving their way through the crowded Harvest Festival.

Looking toward where his sister started pulling him, the young man spotted the musicians and the people dancing around them. He winced, remembering that his sister loved to dance, and would do it every Festival if she could.

The brown haired girl looked 'round to her brother, expecting him to be excited as well. However, Jack didn't look at all like he wanted to dance. In fact, he looked utterly miserable.

Emma slowed, "Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright? Don't you want to dance?"

Jack's eyes watered just a bit as he bent down his sister's height. Looking at her directly, he bit his lip just before answering.

"Em, I would love to dance with you, but I'm not feeling my best," he started, nearly flinching at the disappointment in her eyes.

"Look," he pointed, "stand here and listen to the music. You can teach me that new dance you learned from Mama. I'll watch, and at next year's festival, I promise I'll dance with you."

Emma looked at her brother, a slightly mollified expression on her face.

"You promise?"

"Promise. Next Year."

"Alright."

She moved into position, waiting for the current song to finish.

Jack, meanwhile, was complaining a bit to himself.

Most thirteen year olds would be worried about making a fool of themselves dancing, but noooo. I've got to be the one who can dance perfectly well, but it hurts to move when I try! I wish that fool teacher would leave . . . heaven knows all the boy's backs would be in fine shape without her here . . . It's a good thing Mama doesn't know about the whippings.

Fixing a smile on his face, he listened as his sister relayed the instructions of how to dance.

"When you're ready to dance, this is what you do."* Emma started, mimicking her mother's way of speaking.

She continued, "First you put your . . . right hand on my waist like this."* She demonstrated the move.

"Then you hold your other hand out like this. Then you sway back and forth to the music."*

Emma grinned at Jack. He grimaced back, leaning heavily on his staff for balance.

The music continued, and this time he felt a real smile work its way onto his facial features. His little sister was so amazing.

When the musicians were done, the crowd clapped before dispersing. Emma grabbed Jack's hand again, pulling him toward a new destination. She talked as she went.

"I love that song! I hope they play it next year! I want us to dance to it. Don't forget! You've got to dance with me next year, remember!"

Jack gave a chuckle, "Don't worry Emma girl, I won't forget. Promise. "

That winter, Jackson Overland fell into the icy waters of the lake.

Approximately three hundred years later . . .

It was the middle of the day, and Burgess sounded like it was asleep. Maybe it was because the kids were in school, and the adults in work. Maybe it was an early infection of the winter bug. Maybe all the stay at home mothers had already done their shopping. But most probably, the cause of the silence was a boy with bright white hair and cerulean blue eyes.

Jack Frost was not a stranger to the town, but his current mood was.

Bright white snowflakes tumbled slowly through the sky, making the streets seem like a model in a snow globe. The wind wasn't biting, but drifted comfortably through the air. It was a bit early for winter, but Burgess was tough, and Jack wasn't worried about the autumn spirit anymore.

He walked into town, instead of flying. His feet treaded not the sidewalk, but the dirt path of his memories.

"Jack! Come here, the Festival's starting!"

"Look! It's Josiah! Let's go with him!"

"Jackson Overland! Don't you dare try and get away from going with your family! It's the Festival!"

"But Mama, Pa . . .?"

"Son, listen to your mother."

"Alright. . ."

One of his memories was of his smiling father guiding his pregnant mother down the path to the Festival. The celebration was practically the only time anyone had for festivities. He was probably four or so in that memory. So far that was the earliest recollection he'd obtained. A smile quirked his lips as he remembered his sister's first Festival.

"Mama! Pa! Let's go! I want to show Emma the musicians!"

"We're coming son, don't worry. The musicians will still be there when we are."

"Hurry, Hurry!"

Man, he'd been an impatient child. As he strolled, he closed his eyes, imagining the way this town looked so long ago. The next year after that one, an early snowstorm hit, and Jack had been ecstatic.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"We know, Jack."

"IT'S THE FESTIVAL AND IT'S SNOWING!"

"He's never going to calm down, is he?"

"WAHOO!"

"I suppose not."

"Dak! Dak! Dak funny!"

He finally reached the town square, and the statue of Thaddeus Burgess. He'd always thought that statue's nameplate was weird. Burgess wasn't the first to settle there, but somehow he'd taken the credit. Ah well, it wasn't Jack's problem - it was the history buffs'.

"Music! Music!"

"Come on Emma! Let's dance!"

"Jack!"

"Our children seem to have deserted us."

"Ah, they'll be fine."

The year after that, Jack's father hadn't been around to celebrate with them.

"The Festival's not the same without Pa."

"I know Jack."

"Music! Come on Jack!"

So many years, so many Festivals. The only thing that had remained the same throughout them was the dancing. As soon as Emma had learned to walk, Jack had taught her how to dance. His Mama helped of course, but Jack was Emma's partner every Harvest Festival.

Except his last one.

"Em, I would love to dance with you, but I'm not feeling my best ... next year's festival, I promise I'll dance with you."

There hadn't been a next year. By that time, Jackson Overland was gone, and Jack Frost had taken his place. But now . . . now was different. He remembered his sister, his mother and father, the Festival, and his promise. A few years ago the Harvest Festival had still been going strong, but the city budget had been cut and it was no longer a part of the town's tradition.

Jack walked out into the street, making sure there was no traffic before doing so. Jackson Overland hadn't been a liar, and neither was Jack Frost. He was going to make good on his promise.

A flick of the hand, a click of the staff, and shimmering ice musicians appeared. They picked up their wintery instruments at Jack's bidding, and started to play. Jack closed his eyes as the familiar sound started.

"I love that song! I hope they play it next year! Don't forget! You've got to dance with me next year, remember!"

"Don't worry Emma girl, I forgot for a while, but I'm going to do it. Promise. " With these words, Jack lay down his staff, bare feet touching the pavement, and closed his eyes.

"When you're ready to dance, this is what you do."*

"I'm ready."

"First you put your . . . right hand on my waist like this."*

Jack reached out his hand; eyes still shut, and imagined her standing there.

"Then you hold your other hand out like this."*

He reached out his hand, wanting hers to be there when he did.

"Then you sway back and forth to the music."*

The music continued, the ice musicians getting to the best part.

Jack swayed back and forth, just as his sister had said. The boy swirled and twirled. Back and forth he went. If anyone had seen him at that moment, they might have thought him crazy, but he paid no heed to logic.

The music slowed as it came to an end. Jack opened his eyes, and for a moment she was standing there, brown eyes sparkling with fun and laughter. He blinked and she was gone.

The instruments and musicians disappeared in a burst of snow, and Jack was left standing in the middle of the street, alone in his thoughts.

"I love you Emma," he whispered.

He scooped up his staff and left. Tiny water droplets scattered the road from where his tears had fallen. They were tears of joy that he had this last dance.

*Lines from the movie Courageous.

A/N: *Stifled sob*

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