A/N: So I was thinking, and since Mother Nature is Pitch's daughter and seasonal spirits are kind of like he rchildren, does that make Pitch Jack's grandfather? XD XD XD

I don't know just a weird idea I though of.

The next memory started to show.

August 10th, 1704

Michael sat at the kitchen table, a brown bottle of beer in his hand. He had thick stubble on his chin, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were tired and he looked thin.

There was a thumping from the stairs and a little girl ran down and jumped the last step. She looked to be two, almost three. She had the same brown eyes and brown hair as the rest of the family and was in deerskin dress that went just past her knees.

She giggled and bolted under the table.

Soon after two boys around age ten, ran down the stairs. They were so identical it was literally impossible to tell which was which.

One smiled, and rubbed his chin, looking at his twin and then said, "Where could she have gone?"

The other matched the smile and the pose and said, "I don't know, maybe she left?"

Their voices were alarmingly the same too.

The little brown haired girl jumped from under the table and giggled saying, "Right here! Emmy right here!"

One of the twins laughed and scooped her up and rubbed his nose against hers making her giggle again. "Hey there, Emma!"

Their dad stood up abruptly and said in a dry voice. "I'm going out."

The boys' faces dropped. "But dad, you go out every day!"

Michael ignored his son and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

The boy holding Emma sighed, and set her down.

"Alright, Em, you have to guess which one of us is Jack, and which one is Jakoby." He said, smiling again, his accent making him seem irresistible.

Emma's eyes widened.

The twins smiled at each other, and put an arm around each other's shoulders, and their unused hand on their own hip and then grinned the exact same mischievous grin.

"It impossible to tell which is which!" Tooth squealed.

"The resemblance is remarkable," North said, trying to figure out which was Jack.

Emma circled around them, and then came to a stop in front of them, looking them up and down.

She then pointed to the twin on the left and said, "Jackie!"

Both twins laughed and the one she called Jackie picked her up.

"Your right again, Emma!" He said, ruffling her hair. The girl giggled and Jakoby came over and kissed the top of her head.

Time seemed to fast forward and soon it was nighttime.

The twins walked upstairs, Jakoby carrying a sleeping Emma and Jack walking slightly behind. They went into their room, where a crib was along with their two beds.

Jakoby laid Emma down in her crib and covered her with a blanket while Jack waited at the door. When Jakoby was done they both went back downstairs and collapsed onto the couch.

They both looked worn out, but had hid it well from Emma.

"I wish dad would stop leaving all the time," Jack said, rolling onto his side to face the fire.

Jakoby sat up, balancing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his fists. "Yeah."

After a minute of them staring into the flames there was a knock at the front door.

Jack lazily got up and opened the door.

A man stood there, who Jack recognized as one of his dad's friends.

"Is this the Overland household?" The man asked.

Jack's stomach twisted. "Yes… but my dad's not here right now."

The man sighed and looked down. "I know," he said.

I don't have a good feeling about this…" North mumbled, but the other three heard him regardless.

"Wh-is something wrong?" Jack asked.

The man looked at Jack with sad eyes, and Jakoby walked up behind Jack and asked, "Did something happen to dad?"

The man looked between the two boys before finally saying, "There was a fire at the tavern. Your father didn't make it out."

Jack's eyes widened and he dropped to his knees.

Jakoby's lip quivered and he asked, "Y-you mean he's…" Jakoby trailed off, looking away from the man.

"I'm sorry." The man said. "Someone will come in the morning to get you." Then he walked away, looking back only once at the two boys.

Jakoby stood with his hand on Jack's shoulder, staring out into the night with wide teary eyes and shuddering breaths. Jack stayed kneeling, his face now emotionless as he stood and pulled out of Jakoby's grasp, stepping barefoot into the cool autumn air.

"Jackie…" Jakoby said, reaching out towards his distressed brother.

Jack whirled around, only angry on his face. "No Jake!" He yelled. "Don't 'Jackie' me!" He turned away and yelled into the sky, "What did we ever do to disserve this!?" then he took off running from the house, into the woods.

He kept running, and running until he came to a clearing where he tripped and fell onto his hands and knees, sobbing freely now as he curled up onto his side.

"He lost both his parents…" Tooth said sadly.

"It can only get better now… right?" Bunny asked no one in particular.

"Hopefully," North said, and then looked at Sandy who was tugging on his sleeve.

Sandy pointed at Jack.

Jack now stood with tears running down his face, but his lips in a thin line, and started walking back home.

When he got home he hugged Jakoby. "I'm sorry I yelled…" he said.

Jakoby hugged him back. "It's okay, Jack."

They pulled away from each other and Jakoby said, "I'm going to bed."

Jack nodded and watched his brother go upstairs. Jack sighed and put his hands in his pockets, walking into the kitchen.

He saw his dad's beer bottle on the kitchen table and he picked it up, intending to throw it away when he realized it still was half full with liquid in it.

He peered into the bottle and looked through the kitchen doorway, then back at the bottle.

"He wouldn't," Bunny said, watching the scene play out.

Tooth covered her mouth.

"No," North said, "Jack is smarter than this, he won't, just watch."

Jack put the bottle to his lips, and then without giving it a second thought, tilted his head back and guzzled the rest of the drink down.

When he pulled the bottle away, his eyes widened and he dropped the bottle, putting his hands on his head and shaking his head. He took his hands away and frantically looked around; spotting a few more bottles that weren't open yet.

He quickly grabbed one and popped it open and put it to his lips, chugging it as fast as he could. When it was empty, he slammed it down on the table, and it shattered on impact cutting his hand in multiple places.

He held onto the edge of the table, shuddering and taking quick breaths, before grabbing another bottle and opened it then started chugging this one down.

"Oh, Jack…" Tooth said her hands in front of her mouth.

Bunny stared wide eyed at Jack as he chugged down as many beers as he could, surprised this ten year old body could sustain that much alcohol.

Jack was on his forth bottle, and halfway through it he dropped the bottle, and bent over, coughing and gagging. His knees hit the floor and his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious on the kitchen floor.

The memory faded.

A/N: For here on out, this story is going to be getting very angst-y and full of feels. This is where the T rating is going to be coming in now, so brace yourselves... :}