Wow, it has been a looong time since I updated last. I apologize greatly, I would make excuses, but I find it slightly silly/annoying (not trying to be rude, I promise) when other authors do it, so I will save you that.

The truth is, I was simply too lazy to write, and then I was busy with stuff. :( I hope it won't happen again, but if it does, I sincerely apologize.

Without further ado, the story.

I was cold. My back more than my front, but I was still really cold. It was like I was lying on ice. My eyes cracked open, and it felt like they were glued shut. I groaned and blinked, trying to take in the bright blue and white around me. I squinted, and slowly, everything came in to focus. I was looking up at the sky through a gap in two huge ice-cliffs. I tried to sit up, but groaned again when my body protested. I heard a rustle of fabric and saw more white, ringing two pools of aquamarine filled with worry.

"Alana?"

"Jack," I mumbled, "What happened?" Suddenly, memories flooded me like a tsunami. Jumping ten feet from the cage. Twisted ankle, too scared to stay still. Running, running, always running, until I reached the pen. Jumping through the gaps in the fence, forgetting Nightmares aren't friendly, getting battered by hooves, pain, pain, blackout.

I gasped for air, sitting up suddenly and realizing that I couldn't see as well out of my left eye. I reached up my hand and touched the skin there and sucked in a breath. It was swollen. I probably had a black eye. I lifted my other hand and continued taking stock of my injuries. Cheeks hurt, shoulders hurt, upper arm, lower arm, wrist, ribs, thigh, shin, ankle. As I got down to my right ankle, I hissed in pain. My ankle was swollen twice its usual size, and refused to move. I knew it wouldn't hold my weight. Great, I thought. It's probably broken. Just fantastic.

Jack had watched all of this with no small amount of trepidation and as I looked away from my ankle, I glanced up at him to give him a reassuring smile, but stopped when I saw his expression. He looked broken.

"Jack?" I reached out a hand and touched his cheek. He flinched slightly and I pulled back, but reached forward again to try to give him some comfort. The corners of his mouth pulled up, but it wasn't a smile. His eyes screamed of pain and confusion, and his mouth made it look more like he was grimacing.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He let out a wet laugh.

"I left you there selfishly, the Guardians hate me, and now I'm stuck at the bottom of a ravine with the only person who's ever been able to see me, a tooth fairy and my memories, which frankly, I don't even know if I want anymore."

I paused, thinking about what he had said and what I would say as a reply. Finally, "Jack, I want you to know that I don't blame you at all. If I did, it would be to blame you for making my life really fun, which isn't a bad thing." I smiled at him, trying to reassure him. "I'm sure the Guardians don't hate you, and unfortunately there's nothing I can do about the ravine, but I know that I can do something about your memories. Look at them. Figure out who you are and why you're here. I know you want to, that's why I told you to go. I knew you wanted to see them, and since you haven't yet, I'm telling you to look at them now."

He looked at me, still sad, but now slightly awestruck. He smiled this time, and reached over to the gold tube with a face like his but with brown hair and brown eyes on one end. "Baby Tooth, how do I work this thing?" He asked the small fairy. She fluttered over to him, and put her tiny hands on the flat part of the tube, gesturing for him to do the same.

He looked up at me and I smiled reassuringly, then turned his eyes back to the tube and gently touched the surface. As soon as he touched it, the paneling melted away, and Baby Tooth pulled her hands back. Jack's face was lit up with a golden light, and he looked at the tube in surprise and wonder.

Jack was hurled into his memories and watched as a little girl and her friends laughed at a teenager hanging upside down from a tree, and the same teenager and girl hanging out and playing together. He saw the two of them leave a small cottage with ice skates over the teen's shoulder and walk towards a pool that looked eerily familiar.

The girl stood in the middle of spider webbing cracks, and the teenager reassured her, and told her what they would do. "We're going to have a little fun."

"No, we're not!"

"It's like hopscotch. Ready? One, two, three!" The teen thrust out his staff and hooked the girl around the waist, pulling her away from the cracks. Then he dove forward and landed on the cracks, and as he fell through, he heard the girl cry out, "Jack!"

He looked up from the tube gasping, the light having gone out.

"D- Did you see that?" He asked incredulously. "I had a family, I had a sister!" He looked around, still breathing heavily, and Baby Tooth and I looked at him like he was crazy.

He seemed to realize that and looked back down at the tube, smiling to himself.

"Jack?" I asked cautiously. He looked up at me and said simply, "I know what my center is." I gasped.

"What is it?"

"Fun. I'm the Guardian of Fun." He beamed at me like a kid on Christmas.