So I decided to write about Cara's father. Once again I own nothing but the plot and all my OC's.

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Cara looked up at her father with wide eyes, "what happened next daddy?" "Well let's turn the page and find out shall we?" Cara nodded vigorously. The young man laughed and grabbed Cara's forehead, " no need to turn into a bobble head doll, a simple yes would do." With his daughter in his lap Rodge Howard Credere adjust himself so he could flip the page in the children's book he was reading his little girl. "That's Jack Frost!" Cara pointed at the white haired boy aiming a snowball at a young boy.

"Yes that's him princess."

"Who's that boy?"

"Well…let's see, I wrote these books based on my life and I have blonde hair just like this boy…so you guess."

Cara's eyes grew even bigger, if that was even possible. "That's you…daddy that's you, you knew Jack Frost?!"

"Oh yes we had lots of fun together when I was a child," the man let out a deep sigh, "but that was a long time ago."

"What happened?" Rodge looked down at his daughter and gave a faint smile, "I grew up, he never came back after my 9th birthday. But I expected it. He came less and less as the years passed by."

The little 5 year old squirmed in her father's strong arms in order to look at him. "Why?"

"I don't know. I assume you had to believe in him to see him. None of the other kids did so they simply passed through him. But he played with all of them none the less. I guess he hated seeing us grow up, since it meant we were even farther from belief so slowly he would leave and bring his joy with him. I don't think he ever knew I believed in him though, one day when I tried to talk to him directly letting him know I believed…I swear…" He laughed under his breath, "well this is just going to sound silly." The little girl sat there waiting for her father to continue.

Rodge turned his gaze to the window, "It's just, to this day I swear something was stopping me from talking to Jack, something powerful telling me it had another plan for him and I shouldn't interfere."

Now in complete awe, Cara began to bounce up and down, "who was it daddy, who was it?"

Still looking out at the sky, Rodge knit his eyebrows together, "he called himself…the Man…" he paused and looked back at his daughter and smiled at her excitement as he whispered, "…in the Moon."

The three just stood in the living room and stared at each other in awkward silence after Cara had finished telling Frost and Bennett of her father. Jack opened his mouth and raised a finger as if to say something but nothing came out.

Jamie was the first to speak, "so I wasn't your first believer." Cara couldn't help but notice a hint of disappointment in the young boy's voice. "That's great right? That means you probably had other believers out there like Rodge. Hundreds, thousands maybe over the years. And Mannie, for whatever reason, just didn't let you in on it."

Jack face hardened and he ran out of Jamie house with two believers in pursuit until he flew 10 feet above them.

"How-How could you?! All those years. ALL THOSE YEARS! THREE-HUNDRED DAMN YEARS! How could you do this to me Mannie?! I had believers and you took them from me, for what, a plan? Was it to get me to be a guardian, to find my center, or to just piss me off? Because if it was the third, I'd say your plan was successful." Silence. Nothing but complete and utter silence. "ARGHHHHH! Answer me!" Jack swung at the empty air with his stick, shooting ice in the moons direction, but it didn't go far. "Answer me for once in my life! Answer me." Jack floated down to the ground and fell to his knees and hands.

The teenage believer went up to Jack, "okay I don't know a hundred percent what just happened but I'm sure whoever your mad at had good intentions right, my mom always said 'were hurt most by the people we think love us the most and we love back', so if you're hurting then I'm sure um Mannie? I think you said. Mannie loves you and the people you love always have reasons behind what they do and it's always with your best interests at heart." Jack took his hands from his face and looked up at Cara, "I guess you're right."

The girl blushed and turned around rubbing her neck, "well umm so ya, glad you feel better. I should get going now, I didn't realize how dark it got." Jamie and Jack nodded.

"My dad can give you a lift to your house Cara." Before she could deny the offer, Jack scooped her up bridal style, causing her to turn an even deeper shade of red. "It's cool Jamie I'll bring her." Before Jack could lift off the ground, Cara recomposed herself and pushed away from Jack. Surprisingly Jack was stronger than he looked and didn't lose his grip on her but instead looked down at the squirming girl. Continuing to struggle Cara started yelling to be put down. Jack did as he was told (which is not something he did often).

"Whats with you?", Jamie questioned.

"N-nothing." Cara tried to hide her stutter as she straightened up her Jacket. "I just don't need a ride is all."

The winter spirit and his first believer looked at each other and knew they were thinking the exact same thing, 'What a strange girl.' Jack just shrugged it off as Cara waved them goodbye and walked back towards the graveyard, much quicker than a usual pace.

Jack turned to the boy beside him, "well I guess I'll be off too then." Jamie pouted, "Do you have to?" Jack laughed; Kid's sure were cute when they were upset. "Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow kiddo, just go to sleep or Sandy won't come and give you good dreams tonight." They both looked up to see dream sand start to creep into the bedroom windows of Jamie's neighbours. Before Jack could blink, Jamie was already at his front door screaming goodbye's to Jack. Jack let out a small laugh at the child's antics and he grinned. He floated up after he heard the lock on Jamie's door click, couldn't be too careful after all.

Jack rose his staff, "wind let's pay North a visit shall we, I'm sure he'd like to hear about our little adventure with a certain teenage believer don't you?" The wind played with Jack's hair and then shot him straight towards Santoff Claussen. Jack started laughing and let out a loud whoop, "I'll take that as a yes."

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