Whew! Who knew that one review could inspire me to write up an entire chapter in two hours? Thank you, CrystalQueen, for reviewing! You're awesome! I didn't even think that far ahead in the story and your question made me really think about where I could take it. Girl, you have inspired the rest of this story, thank you so much!

Anyway, there are some funky words in here. I kind of made up a language that I call Starspeak for this because, you know, why not?
Translations:
"Pado"-Father
"Mati"-Mother
"Nahta"-Wisher
"Caetha"-Ultimate Law of the Night, it's like the Constitution for stars...
Also, Manny calls Leetah "Starchild", it's just a sort of nickname for her. I don't know, it just sounds cool.

Leetah POV

*Flashback*
"You have disgraced me, daughter," Pado's voice boomed. I rolled my eyes. What did I do this time? I tried thinking back to the last couple of wishes I'd granted, but none of them stuck out to me as necessarily bad. I crossed my arms and moved to the center of my room.

"What did I do this time, Pado?" I asked, annoyed.

"You granted a selfish wish, Starchild." My arms dropped to my sides and my body slumped as if I had just been delivered a punch to the stomach. My mind went completely numb. I had done what? I always evaluated the Nahta's true character before I grant any wishes. I was always very thorough with my checks before I grant a wish, Pado had taught me that.

"Pado, I did no such thing. I have done what I always have, see the Nahta's true character before I give anything. I've never messed up a wish before," I said, nervously stroking my thumb across the strange scar on my left palm. Pado said I was born with it, that the first thing my little-well, littler hand grabbed was my Mati's Jupiter diamond necklace, effectively cutting my hand open. "Three hundred years I've been watching them, seeing every mistake and misjudgment that they make," I said, turning my view to the world below me, "not one of them have been perfect, not even your spirits of protection. So," I turned to the light Pado was making in the middle of my room, hoping I can charm my way out of this situation like I had done with Mati so many times, "I don't see why stars have to be perfect. I mean, how bad can one misgranted wish be?"

"How bad? HOW BAD?" Pado's voice came roaring so loud that he could probably have been heard in the next galaxy over. "Your misgranted wish allowed for a bad man to purchase supplies to create weapons of mass destruction. He singlehandedly fueled a war. Your misgranted wish caused the deaths of hundreds of people and counting!" My jaw dropped and I felt tears building in my eyes. I knew the punishment for breaking the Caetha.

"Please, Pado. I don't want to. I want to stay here with you and Mati. I don't even have to grant wishes anymore, I can be a desk job star! I am begging you, don't make me go!" My tears finally spilled out of my eyes and came streaming down my face.

"All I can do for you, Starchild, is give you a second chance. To do so, I will have to place the Curse of Pestilence back on you. You will fall, as is the punishment, but I can send you to the ground and make you one of my spirits. Once you find your center, and only once you do so, you may return home." I nodded, accepting his offer, and closed my eyes. In the next instant, the world of light and color that I knew and loved went black.

"Leetah," a voice called. Even though I was still in the process of regaining consciousness, I recognized the huskiness of the boy's voice, as if he was just on the verge of manhood. I wanted to see the face to which the voice belonged, but I was more tempted by the welcoming arms of sleep. Just as I closed my eyes, a freezing cold hand gently shook me awake. It then moved from my shoulder to my face, resting on my cheek. It felt as if I could get frostbite if the hand stayed on my face for too long, but I didn't care. I couldn't get frostbite and the cold had never bothered me. Coming from space, a place in which even the concept of heat was not possible, nothing was really too cold for me. The cold actually reminded me of home, and in my concussed daze, I snuggled my face into the boy's hand and smiled. His hand was soft, his long, slender fingers were in my hair and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Maybe it was just the lack of action back home. It's not possible to instantly love being in someone's company, is it?

"Leetah," the voice came again, more gentle this time. I knew that voice from somewhere. "Leetah Carhartt, you have to wake up now or Manny is seriously going to kill me."

"Who are you calling Carhartt, popsicle?" I said, sitting up. I didn't look at the boy with the icy cold hands. Maybe if I ignored him he'd go away.

"Popsicle? What, are you secretly friends with the Kangaroo?" He sounded like he was angry, offended, and joking all at the same time. Who knew that humans were such confusing creatures?

"I do not know a kangaroo, just as I do not know you. Now, if you would kindly leave me to take care of my business, it would be greatly appreciated." I didn't know if I actually wanted this boy to go or not, but I needed to focus, and having to tote some stranger along with me would only slow me down.

"Oh, come on, Carhartt. You know you don't want me to go," his infuriatingly cheery voice rang out behind me. I stood up, still refusing to look at the stranger.

"Or maybe you don't want me to want you to go." I said, crossing my arms and finally turning around. Instantly, I knew how I knew his voice. Jack Frost had been invading my dreams for hundreds of years, and even at night when I thought I'd be rid of his handsome face and easy smile, he would stand there, leaning on his staff and staring up at me. My heart started beating fast, but I didn't allow it to show. All I did was look him in his ice blue eyes and raised an eyebrow in a superior manner.

"You've got fire," Frost said, his long legs covering the distance between us in mere seconds, "I like fire." Moon help me. He was inches away from me. We were looking at each other, our height difference making it slightly comical. I had my head almost all the way back, while his chin was almost hitting his chest. I didn't even have time to think about my comeback before it slipped out of my mouth.

"Fire melts walking icicles like you." Did I seriously just say that? I wanted to apologize, but something in me wanted not to. I listened to the little hypothetical devil on my shoulder. I stood there, ignoring the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, my hand started to burn. Fuck, I had forgotten that the Curse of Pestilence was on me again. I had to watch what I did, or I'd end up almost dying like last time. I balled my hand into a fist, trying to keep the pain from showing in my face.

"Oh, also a little spitfire, I see. Maybe you shouldn't be Starheart. Maybe you should be Fireheart instead." Something in me clicked. It felt like a puzzle piece clicked into place. I had always hated my last name, but since I couldn't do anything about it, I simply dealt with it. Fireheart, I repeated in my head. It felt right. I looked up at Jack, our faces not too far apart except for our height differences. This felt right. Finally meeting the infuriatingly handsome, witty, carefree, and annoying Jack Frost. Feelings that I thought I had buried long ago came flooding back to me. Years of believing that Jack and I were meant to be, of begging Pado to send me to the ground so I could be with him.

Oh, God. Why was I chewing on my lip? Why did he just look at my lips? No, stop. I shouldn't do this. My eyes flickered to his lips before I could stop them. Why can I not control myself? I continued to chew on my lip, a nervous habit I picked up a few decades ago. This made me even more annoyed with myself. Jack was looking at me as if I were the only thing in the world, and as my eyes met his, the rest of the world seemed to become unimportant. Why am I such a hopeless romantic? Stop. Jack stepped closer, an icy cold hand coming to rest on my cheek, my head tilting up as if it had a mind of its own. My heart was beating a billion times a minute and I was pretty sure Jack could hear it pounding away. His eyes flashed down to my lips once more.

The next second, Jack's lips met mine. Oh, God, it was like a live wire went off, electricity shooting through my bones and spreading throughout my body. My eyes slid closed and I stood on my tiptoes, trying to get closer to Jack. Jack moved so that he was cupping my face. The electricity went through my bones again and my heart skipped a beat. His freezing cold lips were moving against mine hungrily, and my hands flew up to twist around his neck. Jack turned us around, and my back hit a tree. He was pressing me against the rough bark of the tree, but I gave zero fucks at that moment. My foot found a root that was sticking out of the ground a good six inches. Stepping up and balancing on the root, I finally was able to fully wrap my tiny arms around Jack's neck, my fingers lacing into his snow white hair. Jack, in return, pressed his body as close to mine as he could. One of my hands released Jack's hair and instead rested on his hard, muscular chest. Jack moved his hands to rest on my waist as he finally pulled back. He rested his forehead on mine, his cold nose touching mine, both of us breathing heavily with our eyes closed. I couldn't even form a coherent thought, my mind was so scrambled. After some time, Jack broke the silence.

"I shouldn't have done that."

Ahhh! I finally wrote a kiss! I don't know if it's any good, but I'm still proud of it. I'm always afraid to write kisses because it seems super personal to me, like people will judge you based on them...
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