;woohoo first redone chapter is here! Sorry it's a day late. I spent all day yesterday doing projects for school (trust me I'd rather write fanfictions than school work). As always I don't own ROTG just the plot and any OC's. oh and all the book series mentioned aren't mine they belong to their rightful authors;
"W-we r-really n-n-need t-to g-get a-a h-house c-close t-to t-the l-lake." Maeve stuttered under her breath as She and Jamie hurried their way home. Just as she said it, cold blades of wind seemed to smack her already pale-blueish skin.
"We're almost there, Pumpkin." Jamie said ruffling her hair. He wanted to get home just as badly as Maeve. Without his coat, the temperature seemed to have dropped 50 degrees.
Victoria was waiting on the porch when Maeve and Jamie finally reached home. She instantly jumped to her feet and ran to her oldest child.
"Oh my god! Maeve! Oh, honey, thank god!" She exclaimed bear-hugging her daughter.
Normally, Maeve would've patted her mom on the back and gently try to pull away from her death grip. But now, her mother gave off a warm radiant of heat, which, in her current condition, she would gladly take one.
"Come on, come on. We better get you two out of the cold." Victoria said waving them to go inside. "Maeve I already have a hot bath waiting for you in your bathroom, along with some pajamas."
"T-thanks, m-mom." Maeve said as she was welcomed in by a large blast of warm heat from the house. The 17 year old stiffly took off her father and her own coat before making her way upstairs and taking a long warm bath.
Afterwords, Maeve put on simple red, grey, and black plaid pajama pants, 2 pairs of socks, and a long sleeved black t-shirt that said one of her dad's favorite quote in swirly red lettering:
"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales." -Albert Einstein
She walked back downstairs, only to be instantly death-hugged by Amelia the moment she reached the last step.
"Maeve!" She squealed through tears. "Dear god, Maeve!" Lewis exclaimed sliding off the barstool. "What happened? How'd you fall in?" Maeve sighed, embarrassed to admit she had lost her balance and fell over.
Luckily, Jamie came to her rescue. "Why don't we just let Maeve rest and get heated back up again. Then she can tell us." Maeve nodded with agreement and ruffled Amelia's hair.
Both of the siblings moaned but nodded. "Trust me I'll tell you guys everything." Maeve said
"If you don't die laughing half way through first..." She thought bitterly.
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Maeve sat in front of the fire place, drinking her 6th large cup of hot chocolate and rereading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the 15th time.
She hasn't left the fire place since Jamie brought her home yesterday afternoon, in that time span she had reread the entire Hunger Games, and Harry Potter series.
Victoria had to go to work at the hospital as usual, so Jamie was working in the kitchen while Lewis and Amelia kept taking turns giving her company and keeping her entertained.
The 17 year old sighed and closed the book as small tears rolled down her cheeks. 15 times and she still cries like a baby. "Good old, Jk Rowling." She mused placing the book aside and reaching for "The Lightning Thief."
Amelia came running up carrying an half an apple pie and the "Mythical Legends" book stuffed under her arm pit. She placed the pie down between them and held out the book to her sister.
"Will you read to me?" Amelia asked holding out the book with both hands.
"Of course." Maeve replied setting her own book down and taking "Mythical Legends" from Amelia. Percy Jackson could wait a couple of chapters.
The two sisters sat together rereading through the many fairy tales like they had the night before. "Its better this time though." Maeve joked as she flipped to the groundhog. "Cause we have pie."
Amelia giggled and turned the page, completely forgetting about the ground hog, and turned it to Jack Frost's page again.
Amelia's eyes grew wide as she started jumping up and down while pointing at Jack's picture. "Maeve! Maeve! Do you think it was Jack Frost who saved you?" She asked.
The 17 year old smirked a little and looked down at the photo. She was as likely to have been saved by Jack Frost as she was to meet him- and what where the odds of that?
"I don't know, Amelia. It's possible." She lied. The six year old didn't look convinced. "But you said you saw-" Maeve closed the book and sighed. "Amelia, I told you: I didn't see who saved me. All I saw was hand and that's it."
Amelia ate the rest of her pie quietly as Maeve read the rest of the fairy tales to her, still convinced of her Jack Frost theory.
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Amelia woke up a few hours later curled up against Maeve's arm. The 17 year old was passed out as well, the "Mythical Legends" book open laying face down on her stomach.
The six year old yawned and sat up wearily as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. She had a sweet dream about her, Lewis, and Maeve ice skating.
Jamie must've came and checked up on the girls cause the lights had been turned off and the girls had blankets she didn't remember falling asleep with.
Amelia started shaking at the cold breeze coming from the open crack in the window across the room. She'd thought her daddy would close it.
Amelia wiggled off the couch carefully so she didn't wake Maeve and closed the window.
Just as she locked the window shut, frost grew onto the panel in front of her. The six year old watched in awe as the floral ice covered the entire window.
With her pointer finger, Amelia drew a snowflake into the ice on the window. she made a simple 10 stemmed snowflake with small stems branching off. Right above hers, another far more detailed snowflake was being drawn by a white hand with a blue sleeve.
Amelia looked up in awe and excitement before running outside the front door.
A boy about Maeve's age was hanging upside down from the porch roof with a hood covering his head. The six year old couldn't really make out his face due to the lack of lighting.
"Where'd she go...?" He muttered looking in the window.
"Jack Frost!" Amelia squealed jumping up and down. The boy whipped around and almost fell off the roof. "Woah!" He laughed catching his balance. "There you are." Jack unhooked his legs and landed on his feet.
"You are real!" Amelia squealed. "Of course I am." Jack said smiling at Amelia's excitement. She acted a lot like Jamie did when he first saw him.
"What are doing here?" Amelia asked in awe. Jack smiled sheepishly. "I -uh- was checking on your sister." He answered pointing his staff at the window where Maeve was still fast asleep.
Amelia's eyes lit up as she remembered her Jack-frost-rescuing-Maeve-theory. "Did you save Maeve from the lake?" She asked.
Jack smiled as he placed his staff over her shoulder. "Yeah, I did. I got there a little after she fell in." He answered.
Amelia instantly ran to Jack and death hugged his waist. The winter spirit looked down at the 6 year old surprised before smiling and ruffling her brown hair.
"Thank you, Thank you!" She squealed releasing Jack and stepping back. "Just doing my job." He replied.
The lights turned on in the Entry hall, spilling light through the open door onto the porch. "Amelia?" Maeve's voice called. "Did you go outside?"
"I got to go." Jack said kneeling in of Amelia. "Will I see you again?" She asked. "You will, if you believe in me." He replied making a small snowflake from no where and waving it towards Amelia.
The snowflake burst into little blue lights in front of her eyes. Amelia blinked and he was gone.
"Amelia?" Maeve asked stepping out on the porch. "What are you doing? Do you want to get frostbite?" "No. I was talking to Jack Frost!" The six year old exclaimed as she ran inside.
Maeve looked out on the porch. There was no sign any other human or animal had been there. The 17 year old shook her head and walked inside. What was she thinking? "Jack Frost isn't real." She thought while closing and locking the front door. "He's just a myth... Right?"
;give it a day or two, Maeve, then you'll get your answer XD. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!;