This chappie just refused to be long so here is another short chappie :(

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This chappie takes place during the Battle of Britain over theEnglish Channel (I think)

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Rise of the Guardians :(

Just minutes after Sandy had left to spread his dreams, North had entered the room and awkwardly perched at the end of Jack's bed, there was silence for a few moments as the two immortals regarded each other. There were no words needed after they shared a look, Jack settled himself comfortably as did the large Russian.

Jack flew over the darkened city of London, his wind whistling around him as they looked down on the war-stricken city.

It was during World War II Jack had tried his best to raise the spirits of the fighters and the people they were protecting, he had made his best snow soft, delicate and stunningly beautiful, and it had helped, he had seen the smiles on the tired and worn faces of the soldiers. Now, flying over London he could see the scared children laugh for the first time in months as they tried to catch the falling flakes suddenly the world seemed to split apart as the whining scream of aircraft filled the air. Planes shot overhead, rushing to defend their beloved country from the detested intruders. Jack shot up into the air, ready to flee from the soon to be battle ground but curiosity took an unrelenting grip and cursing himself Jack turned to follow the planes.

Jack trailed the planes until there was the sea beneath him and the sky above him, empty of all life apart from the death machines that flew beside Jack.

There was a silence for a heartbeat as every pilot came to grips with what they were about to do, then the sky exploded in flashes and bangs and terror took hold of Jack as he tried to evade the bullets. His wind screamed in his ears as its beloved child dodged bullets. He spun and twisted as he attempted to leave the killing ground behind him, just when he the planes were starting to fall behind though there was a single, terrified scream accompanied by the dull rumbling of an engine and Jack turned to see a plane fall from the sky, it's petrified pilot screaming in the cockpit as he fell to his death. Unwilling to see anyone die Jack asked the wind to catch or at least slow the falling plane, it did so willingly and Jack smiled slightly as the pilot regained some of his sense and retook control of the 's rescue mission had taken him back into the thick of the fighting and once again he was avoiding planes and bullets as he tried to return to safety.

There was an angry roar then suddenly there was a Spitfire flanking him and a Messerschmitt rearing up to face them head on. Jack froze as the two planes opened fire then he screamed in agony as the bullets pierced his skin, many of them travelling straight through his body such was their force. The two planes continued their battle, unaware of the small body plummeting down towards the mass of water waiting beneath. The wind howled in Jack's ears as it struggled to stop his fatal fall.

The taste of salt was on his lips and stinging his eyes when the wind managed to catch him and he relaxed in its familiar embrace as it carried him away from the combat area.

Jack could still hear the roars and the screams of agony and fury even when he was back over dry land and in his hearts of hearts he wept for those lost in war.

Jack fought to keep in the tears as he finished speaking, even now so many decades later the memories of the brave mortals who went to war to guard their beloved countries, was enough to choke him up and bring sorrowful tears to his eyes. He glanced away from North, slightly ashamed of the tears sparkling in his eyes. North's large hand gently turned Jack's face to look at him and Jack was stunned by the water shinning in the bright blue eyes.

"Lest we forget." North whispered the famous motto and for a moment the two Guardians bowed their heads as they remembered the ones who had gone to war so long ago.

Gone but not forgotten. The heroes who gave their lives in the service of their countries.

I must admit I cried a little writing this chappie :( although while writing it I was listening to a Green Fields of France cover by The Fureys and had just read Flanders Field (if you haven't read or listened too either of those things I recommend that you do)

Please review! It means so much.

Both the Spitfire and the Messerschmitt are actual war-time planes, the Spitfire was the plane that was the RAF's main plane and the Messerschmitt was one of Germany's planes.

I'm thinking about starting another fanfic after this one is finished (only 1 more chappie) and basically it will be about how different things would have been if MIM told the Guardians to look after Jack from the beginning. Review to tell me if your interested and if you are then please suggest a title/name and a plot basis as i can't think of one :(