He was losing it, he was losing his mind. He couldn't think past his grief and pain.

He had to save her.

He couldn't live without her.

Jamie and Sophie couldn't live without her.

They needed her.

He needed her.

He had made a promise.

Without thinking, without caring, without noticing anything but getting to Kailani, he flew towards the hole, tossing his staff aside as Tooth gasped and Bunny told him to wait.

But he couldn't wait.

She couldn't wait.

She was drowning and freezing to death and every second he spent was another second she was going without oxygen.

If Jack didn't do anything, she was going to die.

He felt like whole entire being was being ripped to shreds like confetti and his mind was close to exploding from so many thoughts of Kailani drowning, dying.

Oh, he couldn't lose her.

He let his grief and despair push him, his only focus, his entire focus on getting in that water and bringing her back up to the surface. He jumped in the water, feeling the cold water bite into his skin once it got past his clothes.

He swam deeply, looking for any sign of her but with every second he didn't see her, the more anxious and crazy he felt. His emotions were going haywire like faulty electricity. His body was stuck on adrenaline as he pushed back the dread and tried to control how fast he felt his chest moving.

The water was cold but for Kailani, who had blood in her veins, it would be beyond freezing. SHE would be freezing. With panic and terror growing inside of him, Jack swam deeper, the urge to breath becoming a bother as his lungs contracted but he wouldn't give up.

Not yet.

But with every stroke and kick of his legs that had him going deeper and deeper, he couldn't see her. Not a flash of hair or tan skin or nothing and he couldn't stop even when his lungs were at the point of bursting and his heart was constricting him and his dread was growing to the point of suffocation.

He was trying so hard not to go back up to the surface and breath in air that he almost missed the flash on honey brown color streak past. He stopped, trying to find that streak, hoping beyond hope that she was there and possibly still holding on to her breath and trying to survive but when he swam deeper and the pressure of the water began to press against his sides and he felt like he was going to pop, he saw a bigger, thicker blob of honey brown and he quickly swam to that section.

When he saw arms and legs he never passed out with relief but it was short lived because as he got closer, he found that she wasn't breathing.

At all.

The panic he was feeling had grown triple its size as he got closer to see her arms and legs floating as, moving as if the wind was slowly pushing it away from her body. Her hair was floating past her face and head, making her look like a ghost as the moonlight hit her body, illuminating her once tanned skin that was now white, whiter than a sheet of paper. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half open, half closed.

When he saw her mouth, he lost it. He swam in record speed, grabbing her body, hating how cold and stiff she felt and he begged to the Man of the moon that he didn't just lost her, that she wasn't dead or anything. She couldn't be dead.

She had to live.

Live.

He grabbed her body and began to swim with one arm wrapped around her waist and using his legs and one arm to swim up, his body shaking like an earthquake as he tried to quell the emotions that were choking him and the lack of air in his body was becoming torture but he refused to breath.

He kicked harder, his body achy and sore and he found that he couldn't swim much with her weight pulling her down. His mind was telling him to drop the extra weight, no use having them both die but he refused to listen. He wouldn't listen, never listen.

His heart beat fast and hard, giving him strength that he was losing. Anger pushed him to go faster and the desire to have her breathing and away from the water was enough to send him up higher into the hole that was showing the exit, the moonlight illuminating them heavily and he felt unknown warmth spread through his body and he held Kailani closer to his body, shivering at how cold and stiff she was, so unresponsive and unmoving and that unknown warmth had given him a boost and before he knew it, his head popped out of the water, his lungs burning as he took in deep gulps of breath, almost drowning in them.

North, Bunnymund, Tooth and Sandy all circled the hole, anxious faces peering down at him and at the body in his arms.

North and Tooth wasted no time in taking Kailani away from Jack and he nearly had to bite his tongue off because he didn't want to be away from her, wanted her body nearer to his but logically knew that his cold body wouldn't make much of a difference.

"You alright, mate?" Bunnymund asked and Jack climbed out of the water, his clothes dripping as the chill left his body and he felt so exhausted and tired and sore that he wanted to sleep for a long, long time.

He was still trying to breathe probably and was grateful when his heart had calmed down enough and his lungs didn't burn.

Until he heard North and Tooth saying that they couldn't find a pulse.

Despair and grief threatened to choke him to death and he grabbed his staff to stand up and flew rapidly to where North and Tooth were trying to get her breathe but failing.

"Move," Jack said, nearly knocking North away and Tooth was about to argue but North warned her not to say anything.

"Jack..."

No, he refused to believe, he absolutely refused to believe she was dead. She wasn't dead. She was just sleeping, just sleeping.

He knocked Tooth's hands away from Kailani's chest and started working on her herself. He personally hadn't done CPR but he spent enough time living to see and commit to memory what needed to be done.

But she was so cold and lifeless. Eyes closed, lips blue, skin white as snow, bruises under her eyes and he started to feel tears falling down his cheeks. He refused to let her die. To let the one person who tried her damnedest to hold on even when everything around her was falling apart. The one person who believed in him. The one person he can be with completely and utterly without a worry or a care in the world.

The one person who kept him connected and sane.

The one person who was dying.

"Jack..."

"No!" He yelled, pumping his cold hands on her wet, stiff chest, trying to force her heart to pump, to get the blood going again, to get her moving again. "She's not dead. She's not dead."

He kept pumping, stopping to give her mouth to mouth, feeling dead, lifeless cold lips against his. He was on autopilot, refusing to let her hope and life go out like a flame, refusing to let her die, refusing to let her go.

He kept pumping, his arms sore and achy and stiff, pushing his burning arms to continue as he kept breathing in her mouth, trying to give her some of his life force, some of his soul, some of everything, anything to bring her back.

Images, memories of her laughing with him that first time they had officially met, the memory of her blush when they accidentally touched, the memory of her crying, the memory of their hug, the memory of their kiss, they were all swirling around like a tornado, pushing him past his limits, his heart refusing to believe what his mind had already accepted, a constant battle between insanity and sanity.

He pushed against her chest and kept breathing in. He didn't know how long he kept doing this but he was becoming numb and she wasn't responding and he knew that he was losing, losing her fast or probably he had already lost her.

One more, he thought.

One more, one more, one more. She'll come back.

He kept pushing, finally yelling at her. "Come back, Kailani. Don't you dare die on me. Jamie and Sophie needs you. I need you. You're a fighter. You fought to believe in me, in the Guardians..."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"You fought to hold on to the connection between your father."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"You fought even as the nightmares drained you."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"You fought to keep holding on to your hopes."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"To me."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"You fought for Jamie, Sophie, your father..."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"You fought against Pitch by holding on to your hope."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"So now you fight! You fight against this! You fight whatever is holding you and come back."

Push, push, push, breathe.

"I won't let you die like this. I won't let you die without fighting."

Push, push, push, breathe. Was that movement?

"Fight, dammit!"

Push, push, push, breathe.

"Fight! Fight for Jamie, for Sophie, for me, for your hopes and beliefs..."

Push, push, push, breathe. Was her chest moving? Was that a twitch?

"Fight for yourself! Don't die! I won't let you!"

Push, push, push, breathe.

"Come on, Kailani! Breathe!" He yelled, still pumping, ignoring the Guardians who were looking at him as if he lost his mind and maybe he had, because somewhere he refused to believe he knew she was dead, that no human could survive in water, not for as long as she was in that water.

But his love that was burning like an inferno inside him. He refused to give up, refused to let go.

Push, push, push, breathe.

The moonlight fell upon Jack and Kailani, no one noticing a thing out of the ordinary as Jack pushed and breathed in for her. The moonlight seemed to brighten on both of them, no one noticing the flicker of light entering Jack's back, going to his shoulders, down his arms, past his wrists, gathering in his hands, flowing inside of her body like water.

No one noticed a thing.

Only the Man of the Moon knew.

So, when Jack gave a final push, Kailani's body arched upwards as she choked and vomited out water, gasping for air like a dying fish, no one noticed the moonlight leave, bringing back the flicker of light that had entered Jack's body leave both of their bodies before flying up high into the sky like a falling star.

She was flailing as water fell out of her mouth, her eyes wide with terror and pain as her body jerked violently. She was dying of breath, bringing it in, dragging it in like it was her last.

Jack held her as she did, holding her, loving her, grateful to have her back, relief swamping his body so hard, he couldn't sit up without leaning on her. All those horrible emotions left him in a speed so fast, he was nearly delusional with the relief and gratitude.

She was back. She was dragging in air like crazy and shaking violently but she was alive. She was okay.

And Jack never felt such gratitude or relief until the moment she had opened her eyes, choking out water and dragging in air at the same time.


Almost done with this story...only one more then the epilogue...hope you guys enjoyed it and wondering whethre people wanted a sequel..let me know in your reviews so i can get to work. i have an idea wats it about but i am open to suggestions such as jealousy in jack or the other way around..its up to you! so review please