Disclaimer: I do not own rise of the guardians, only the OC and the plot belongs to me
Cara woke up on a red couch in a small home. Slowly she raised her upper body. An ice pack fell from her forehead and landed into her lap. She held her head and moaned, "ugh what happened?"
"You passed out." Jack and Jamie walked into the room Cara was currently in.
Her eyes widened upon seeing Jack. She scrambled back on the couch eventually resulting in it flipping backwards. She shrieked. After the tiny incident the brunette girl got to her feet. "I'm…I'm not afraid of you."
Jack smiled, "happy to hear it." His eyebrows knitted together and he held a hand out to her, keeping a safe distance. "Please let me explain what you saw this morning. Give me a chance." Cara eyed the hand as if it would attack her, but then relaxed a bit and nodded hesitantly grabbing Jack's out stretched hand. As soon as both teens skin touched the girl shrieked and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She took her hand back and hugged herself tight, "y-y-y-y-ou're fr-fr-fre-freezing!" Jack's smile faded, "ya sorry about that."
Jamie who had become surprisingly quiet during this entire exchange spoke up, "he's cold because of who he is." "A ghost", Cara stated, reconfirming her suspicions. Jack snorted, "is that what you think I am?!"
Cara raised an eyebrow at the white haired teen, "well ya, the facts all point to it. You walk through people, no one can see you, you can fly and your freezing cold to the touch. The only thing that doesn't add up is why add up is the fact that me and the children can see you." She smacked her forehead and started shaking her head quickly. "Please don't tell me I'm a psychic, because people at my school think I'm weird enough as it is and..." She was interrupted when Jack put his cold finger to her lips, a smirk playing on his lips, "you're not psychic and I'm not a ghost." Cara tried to retort but through Jack's finger it became muffled. Annoyed she grabbed his wrist and pushed it away before continuing, "if you're not a ghost then what are you?"
"He's Jack Frost!," Jamie yelled – clearly he was holding that one back for a while, wanting to be the one to give away the big reveal.
"Jack…Frost?", Cara said each word slowly and carefully as if she were stepping on nails.
Amused at his first believer's excitement Jack continued and gave the teenager an explanation, "ya you know, Jack Frost. Bringer of snow, nips at your nose. Starts snow days and snow wars wherever he goes. And I am at your service, my lady." Jack proceeded in giving a mock bow in Cara's direction.
The girl stared at the two boys for one second and then got very angry, "Is this a prank? Some kind of Joke? Because it's not funny."
Jamie was the first to speak, "well that was unexpected." "Unexpected, unexpected! How'd you expect me to react?" Non-chalantly Jamie replied, "excited. You just met Jack Frost, a childhood hero." At that last statement, Cara saw Jack blush.
"Jack Frost does not exist, he isn't real. And I do not believe in him." Cara looked at Jack, pain written all over his face. It was a sight that didn't belong; it seemed unnatural on his pale face. But as soon as it appeared it was gone. Jack gave Cara a small smile, mischievousness in his eyes.
"So you don't believe in Jack Frost?", he asked as he circled around her never lifting his gaze from her. "No I do not." Jack stopped and lifted a hand to his chin, "well that's funny because you see the only people that can see me are people who believe in the infamous Jack Frost, isn't that right Jamie?" The young brunette nodded vigorously, hair falling in front of his face.
Cara could see where he was going with this and she didn't like it. "So?"
"So Cara that would mean you are lying but why?" She just stared at him dumbstruck. Jack smiled and turned to Jamie, "wanna play a little good cop, bad cop." "Ya", Jamie jumped up and down clearly excited. He went up to Cara and led her to his late father's study and dimmed the lights after sitting her in the desk. Jamie went up to Cara and slammed both hands on the desk, "why won't you admit Jack Frost's real?!" "C-cause he's not." Jack came up to the young boy and put a hand on his shoulder. "Excuse my young associate here…", he said in a really bad accent. Cara smiled and let out a small laugh. "…hes a little angry because he didn't get his chocolate chip cookies last night. But why won't you admit it?" "Ya why Cara why?!" Cara sighed, clearly they weren't going to give up. She held up her hands in surrender, "okay fine, I give. I can't say I believe in Jack Frost because I'm too old to believe. If anyone knew then I'd be deemed a social outcast and I have enough problems as it is. I figured you were him the moment I saw you." She looked at Jack and smiled. "My father told me stories, of his adventures with a white haired boy with a staff…and I always believed in my father, he would never lie to me. So yes, yes I do believe you're Jack Frost." Jamie and Jack stared at Cara in shock. Then Jack smirked at her, "well it's about time!"
Sorry I just couldn't resist a bad cop, good cop Jamie and Jack. And I had to work it in somehow, hope it dosent seem forced. But ya so what do you think should the next chapter be about Cara's father or have Jack go to see the guardians about this teen believer.
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