Whelp, here we are. I would like to thank everyone for all of the support and kind words I have received. It means a lot to me that so many people liked this little story, that's why I decided to post this last chapter a little early. This is for all of those who reviewed in the past and for all of those who review in the future.

North waited for Jack to swallow the last bit of his cookie before he finally broke the uneasy truce they had made. "Jack. Why were you crying?" The suddenness of the question seemed to throw the winter spirit off. "W-what do you mean North?" Jack was obviously stalling but his Russian friend was going to have none of it.

"You know what I mean Jack. When we found you, you were curled up in middle of big storm crying eyes out." The three who were so far just acting as spectators wince a little at the memory. Jack slides his gaze away from them before trying to lie. "Oh that... We you see... Sometimes I get er... so happy... Yeah! That's it! I ws so happy to be making snow in Wisconsin I was crying." He looks up with a hopeful smile willing the others to accept his bald-faced lie.

Of course it wouldn't work. Tooth decided to try this time. "Jack... Don't lie to us please... Look. We know you don't want to talk about it but we need to know. I mean if your crying for some major reason we want to try and help you and-" She was cut off by Jack's unexpected giggle.

The pale spirit clapped his hand over his mouth. "Sorry Tooth. Didn't mean to laugh but..." Another muffled giggle was heard. Bunny was watching him incredulously. "Oy Frostbite. You think this is funny? That was a bad storm you made. People could'a died. CHILDREN could'a died!" The Rabbit instantly regretted speaking up when he saw an old pain flare up in Jacks eyes.

The pale hand drifted down to the crooked staff on his lap. "I know. And I'm sorry... But I'm use to the crying. I really am. I always try to go someplace less populated when I feel an attack coming on and-"

"Woah woah woah hold up mate. You mean this had happened often enough that you've gotten USE to it?!" Jack looks away again, but this time it was so he didn't have to see his friends' reaction as he nodded. That was probably a good thing. North and Sandy looked at each other sadly, while Tooth fluttered around in a small distressed circle and Bunny looked a little sick. The Russian man was again the first to speak up. "Jack. How long have you been having these... Attacks...?"

Jack was trying to memorize the pattern of the wood on the floor to his left. "M'not sure..."

"Then give us rough guess."

The boyish spirit was gripping the staff so hard it hurt. He refused to look up as he said. "Two hundred years.. Give or take twenty or so..." He winces at the audible gasp from Tooth. North stands and places a hand on Jacks shoulder. "How often Jack?" Pale hands worked on his staff like he was trying to ring out of it an idea for escape. "Er, often enough?" North growled a little and tightens his grip on the thin bony shoulder."Jack. How. Often?"

With a sigh of defeat and still without looking at any of his fellow guardians he slumps and relents. "At first it was only about once a year... but it slowly started happening more and more often..."

The Pooka watched the white haired boy closely. "Mate, how often has it been happening lately?" Jack's reply was quiet. He didn't want then to know, but he could find no way out of this situation so he told them the cold hard truth. "Once, maybe twice a month."

"Why?!" It was Tooth who wailed this next question. And it seemed that once Jack had decided to tell them the truth there was no stopping the boy. "Because it hurts! It hurts to not be seen! It's painful when I get walked through! And I-I'm scared! My ice kills people! And every time someone's death ends up being the cause of one of my jags I know I'm just going to end up killing some more! I hate it!"

The pale teen was shaking. He curled up to try and hide it but it was to obvious. He started talking again. his sore throat making his now quiet voice sound rough and ragged. "No one likes the cold. They all wish for summer, so that Jack Frost will go away and stop making their lives miserable. I'm not a guardian of fun. I'm the guardian of illness and hypothermia. Why was I put in this world? Why do you four even try to pretend to be my friends? Why-" Jack yelps in surprise as he is yanked to his feet and into a furry hug.

"Jack you stupid, stupid gumby." Bunnymund had used Jack's real name, this in itself shocked the winter spirit almost into not listening to the next part. Almost. "We all regret not being there for ya. We could have helped ya learn to control ya powers and avoid so many casualties. We could have helped with the fear. We could have helped ya with all of it! Everything! But like idiots we didn't see what was happening to ya..." Jack was shocked to find Bunny was trembling a little.

North took up the narrative. "Jack, my boy, we were the ones in the wrong. We are the ones who should be hated," The big man put up a hand to stop Jack when the boy tried to interrupt. "It is our fault those people died. Ours, not yours, and we are sorry to have let you carry our burden for so long." Sandy was nodding vigorously in agreement and whole slew of sand pictures forming over his head to fast to really see.

Now it was Tooth's turn. She held her delicate hand against Jack's cold cheek. "Jack none of us are pretending to be your friends. And none of us could think of anyone more suited to be the guardian of fun." Her thumb caressed his cheek bone as she wiped away fresh tears. "There is no more reason to cry Jack. When you feel the need then come and talk to one of us. Let us help you. We know we're a bit too late to help with all of the damage, and that we will never be able to make it up to you. But let us try to right our wrongs at least a little."

Jack nodded wordlessly, too overcome to reply in any other way. The older guardians all gave him warm smiles and came in for a sappy group hug. None of then ,even the big, tough, Bunnymund, wanted to pull away from this moment. But it had to end pretty soon after it had started for two reasons. One, because Jack was unused to contact with others and soon became uncomfortable with it, and two because Jack was still exhausted and the warmth from the other four started to get to him.

The pale figure was panting a little when they pulled away,from exhaustion, emotion heat, or perhaps all three none could say. But the others insisted of him getting back to bed no matter what the cause. They had left the window half-open so the room was freezing by the time they got back, though Jack seemed to like it.

The pale teen sat on the edge of the bed as the others bid him goodnight, each in their own way of course. North was the last to leave. Before closing the door behind him he stopped and said one last thing. "Jack, remember you can come to us with anything ok? We are family now and I want you to know that." Jack nods his blue eyes once more filled with emotion, he manages to choke out one word. "Thanks."

North just nods and closes the door. Jack lays down and closes his eyes resigning himself to the long hard road of recovery. At least now he had some way to cope with his problems. He somehow knew that no matter what happened from here on out there would come a time when he no longer had to worry about something as depressing as crying jags.

Thank you all so much! I hope you liked this last chapter and no matter what you think I want to ask you to review! I'm going to concentrate on my other story now and I would like suggestions on how to make my writing better! Also Prompts are always considered! R&R!