A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews last chapter.

To everyone who's sent me a request to write: I am in the process of writing yours! Yes yours. I'm working on a lot of stuff at once. (It gets a bit confusing, but whatever.) It'll take a while to get everyone's done. Thanks for being patient! :D

White Wings should be gone and replaced about the end of April, or at least that's what I'm aiming for.

Look for a story called 'Twenty Days of Easter' (by me) coming on April first! (No joke) I should also be posting a chapter to this story on that day. (Yet again, hopefully not a joke)

Disclaimer: Guess what! I still don't own RotG! Surprise!

This chapter is about five years after the movie. The stuff with Cupid hasn't happened yet.

Words on Paper (AKA: Jack Writes a Letter to North)

Normal – Story outside of letters.

Italics – Jack's writing.

Underline & (Parentheses) – (Crossed out writing)

Jack bit his lip as he unwound the ballpoint pen. Putting the tip of it to paper, he gave a little whining sigh. At least he knew North probably wouldn't laugh at him if tried to do this, hopefully. He could be honest in this letter. Maybe. He'd try. Really hard.

Dear North,

I know you said writing an "I like…" letter would be a good thing for me, but I'm not sure. (Who really cares about my thoughts?)(Why would you want to read anything written by me?) Whatever, I'll just do it to (please you) have something to do. Having nothing to do in between seasons is boring. So, what do I like about you best? I'm trying really hard to be honest here, so don't laugh at me, okay? Seriously. (I won't ever get over it) I'll freeze the kitchens again if you do. It's easier to write a list, just go along with it.

Things I like about North:

Your accent. It's pretty cool, though not as awesome as (Bunny's) Harry Potter's.

The way you can't ever get mad at me. You smile every time I do something remotely funny, which - let's face it - happens a lot. Don't think you've fooled me; I (do) could get away with a lot of things (that I shouldn't).

Your Teacher mode. I think you should add another layer onto your nesting doll, 'cuz I don't think I've been able to listen to anyone else for so long without being bored.

Ice carving. You use ice to make the prototypes for the toys, I'm an ice guy (ha, get it - ice guy, nice guy…), it's a perfect thing (to have in common) (to do with one another) to do.

(The way you always have time for me) (The way you never forget about me) (The way you treat me like a son) The way you make sure (I am doing well) everyone feels welcome. It's nice to know I can always drop by when I feel like having a cookie.

That's a good list, I think. I still don't know why you're making me do this. Whatever.

(Love) Sincerely,

Jack Frost

The teen looked over the letter, grimacing at how sappy he sounded. He looked it over, surprised at how much was crossed out. He considered getting another paper, but didn't want to waste it. He decided that he'd just scribble them out really well instead. Looking over his shoulder, Jack watched as North painstakingly took a chisel to a teddy bear figurine. Jack shrugged, and set the letter to the side, not wanting to disturb the man now. He slowly backed out of the room, trying to decide which rooms he should freeze solid.

Nicholas St. North was downright upset. His teddy bear prototype had been nearly perfect! Until the chisel slipped and cut its arm off. Swearing in Russian composers, North spun around, nearly crashing into the small desk he'd set up for Jack. His loud narrative of names stopped as he realized that a certain mischievous winter spirit was missing. Groaning at the implications of what could happen to his workshop with a bored teen around, he slumped back into his chair.

A piece of paper caught his attention. He bent down to where the paper had fallen, grasping it between two fingers. A bushy eyebrow rose as he realized what it was. He'd already forgotten what he told Jack to do to keep him busy.

The letter started out simply, Dear North.

The man in question shot a furtive glance at the door before returning his gaze to the letter. The paper seemed to have an inordinate amount of misspellings of some kind, given how many words were crossed out. The first part started out sounding exactly like what you might expect a bored spirit to write, but the crossed out sentence gave away some of Jack's feelings. From what North could see, Jack was having problems with his self-esteem.

Who really cares about my thoughts? Why would you want to read anything written by me?

The ex-Cossack blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. But then, maybe he had. Five years wasn't long enough to wipe away three hundred years of loneliness. He felt his stomach twist guiltily. He moved on quickly, hoping that the rest of the letter was better.

The next scribbled part was harder to interpret, but what he understood made a small frown appear on his face.

I'll just do it to please you.

He really hadn't meant to force Jack to do something he didn't want to do. He continued down the letter, spending more time reading through the smears than the actual letter.

I won't ever get over it.

North rubbed his eyes, feeling the guilt wrap around his heart. A slight condolence was that Jack felt safe enough to admit this on paper.

Awesome as Bunny's

That one actually made him laugh. Hmm . . . Maybe he should have Jack write one of these letters to Bunny. . .

The next paragraph made him raise his eyebrow again, this time in amusement. Since when did Jack get away with everything? "Only since he became a Guardian and you semi adopted him", a traitorous voice whispered in his head.

He kind of skipped the next line, not noting any crossed out words.

To have in common . . . to do with one another

North started at this admittance of Jack's. He hadn't known the boy wanted to spend time with him so much.

The next lines were scribbled out heavily and it took nearly five minutes to decode the letters. It was worth it.

The way you always have time for me.

North beamed.

The way you never forget about me.

His smile only got bigger. Yes, he'd made a mistake in the past, but apparently Jack had really forgiven him to admit this fact.

The way you treat me like a son.

…

…

…

Noticing his watering eyes and open mouth, North brought a hand up to his face to run it down to his chin. Jack considered him a father! A father! The grin on his face had surpassed beaming and was treading the path toward blinding. He had accomplished what he wanted to.

The large man ran a finger over the word love before carefully folding the letter and placing it in his belt.

"PHIL! PUT ME DOWN!"

The smile still on his face, North spun to face an irritated yeti and winter spirit. Jack hung upside down, his ankle caught in Phil's large hand.

"Yarga blarga! Grega!" "He froze the globe!" North translated.

Trying to put a serious tone in his voice, North spoke to the upside down teen, "Jack that is naughty. Very naughty."

He knew he failed from the slight upturn of the corner of Jack's mouth that signaled that the spirit knew he wasn't very mad.

He reached out, signaling Jack's release from Phil's grip and helped him turn right side up. Keeping a hand on Jack's shoulder, he instructed the yeti to call in the cleaning crew. As the grumbling abominable closed the door, North sat the boy down in a chair.

"Stay there, you will help me with prototypes for punishment."

A confused look appeared on Jack's face before a grin replaced it. "Alright."

The two spent the rest of the afternoon working with ice. North discovered that the winter spirit had an eye for detail and started sending nearly finished models his way. Jack meanwhile was having the time of his life, the letter blown far out of his mind.

A/N: Eh, not my best work. It was rushed, sorry. I might do another one of these with the others… sometime… far in the future… probably.

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-sprinkles