Two days later the funeral for Jamie Bennet was held. His first child Jackie 'Bennet' Carter was holding a closing speech before the body of her beloved father was lowered into the ground.
Before the funeral had begun one of the children had asked if this was a costume party.
"Why do you say that?" asked Jackie of the small boy.
The boy pointed to the back end of the yard, where no one was standing. "There are four people there a man with a big beard, a little gold man, a tall bunny and a flying girl/bird."
Jackie still hadn't seen anyone but she had continued with the ceremony. What she didn't know and couldn't see was North, Bunny, Sandy and Tooth were there waiting and watching for their youngest companion. They had not seen Jack since he had left two days before.
Now at the end of the funeral they still did not see them as people paid their last respects. An old woman came first. She said she was an old friend of Jamie's. Then next up were two African looking men, they were identical twins. The next was a short old man with large ridicules glasses. Then a fat woman with a large amount of white hair who said her name was cupcake. Next was Jamie's own little sister.
Everyone in the back was astonished to see the grown woman with the white streaked blonde hair. Bunny smiled at the 'little ankle biter'.
The next up was a boy in a blue hoodie who no one but the four in the back could see. This one said nothing but stood there as most of the congregation paid their last respects. This boy did not do anything, but he stroked the top of the thick wooden coffin as it was lowered into the hole dug for it. And he knelt there as the crowd offered condolences and left.
When the last bit of dirt was lowered onto the grave the boy still said nothing and did not move. As the trickle of spring rain began the tears falling from the boy's face could not be distinguished from the rain drops.
"Jack," the deep voice of Father Christmas said slowly.
Jack Frost said nothing as the strong hands of the six foot two bunny picked him up and held him like a small child. Bunny knelt with the boy in his arms and a group hug ensued. No one could see this display of affection as the rain continued. It got harder to see a foot in front of your face as the water from the sky became harder.
Breakline….
Jackie sat in her father's old room on the bed the man had died in. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Jackie," said her Aunt Sophie's soft voice, "do you want anything to eat?"
"No thank you," whispered Jackie.
Sophie walked in and sat next to her oldest niece. Without any words the grown woman threw herself into her aunt's arms and both began crying.
"Why did he have to leave?" Jackie cried.
"Because, sometime, you have to get on without your father. And sometime I have to get over his silly fairy tales and move on with my life," Said Sophie.
Wiping her eyes Jackie looked up at the older woman, "he told you those stories to?"
"Of course he told everyone those stories. When I was younger I believed him whole-heartedly. I even had dreams and sort of visions about his imaginary friend," she laughed quietly. "But for the life of me all those memories seemed to have slipped away. I can't quite recall the face of Jack Frost."
At the name it came to Jackie. All her memories of the mischievous white haired spirit came back. She recalled the face down to the way his nose wrinkled when he smiled broadly and the way his bare feet slapped on the pavement when it wasn't covered in the snow he brought. She remembered the way he would hold her in his arms and fly to the top of the roof when she was sad. But mostly she remembered the pale blue eyes that always had a sort of quiet sadness in them.
"Yea," Choked Jackie to her aunt's last words, "I think he's more depressed about daddy's death than I am."
"You talk about him like he was real," said Sophie cautiously.
"You said you don't remember Jack Frost exactly?"
"Of course not he was a figment of my brother's imagination that seeped into mine."
Jackie shook her head, "remember the pale face the blue hoodie that was always covered in frosty designs. He refused to ever wear shoes and he would always start those snow ball fights?"
"You're talking crazy Jackie, your father made him up!" yelped Sophie.
"No, he's real, I remember now." The woman grabbed her aunt's hands in hers. "Oh, try to remember," she pleaded. "Remember the little laugh he would do when he hit his target with the snow ball. The stories he tells about the Easter Bunny. You remember Bunny don't you?"
For a moment Sophie saw in her imagination the tall rabbit that had been her childish friend. And a small smile spread across the old woman's face.
"How could I forget my dear Bunny?" she said.
And the two women looked at each other, overcome with emotion, remembering the happy times when they were young.
jack has some one who belives in him! what shall happen next i have maybe ne or two chapers left on this R&R! :D and i love all you wonderfull people who reviewed
