A/N: Baaaaaaaaaaaah, just saw the movie again! And of course it was just as good as the first time...except a little torturous, because now that I'm in fullblown Jamie x Jack mode, I couldn't help the numerous plot ideas popping into my head...but I couldn't write them dooown cuz it was too dark in the theater!
Also, merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
Chapter notes:
I don't believe I ever saw or heard Jamie's father in the movie (correct me if I'm wrong), so my interpretation of that little fact is hinted at here.
I'm sorry for the short length again! Honestly I'm trying to make them longer, but they just don't seem to come out that way T_T I don't want to force it though because then it just starts feeling like blah..
Edit: omg omg OMG LOOK AT WHAT WAS ON THE MAINPAGE AT DEVIANTART! I WAAAANT ONE
(take out spaces and replace 'dot' with period and 'slash' with an actual slash)
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I Believe in You
Every night before he went to bed, Jamie would whisper the same four words to the small stuffed figure lying beside him. At first, it was because he was afraid. Despite what Jack Frost had told him about being in his heart, he knew he would still miss his new friends. It was true that deep in his heart he believed they would always be there, but he was still a child who had already experienced important people walking out on his life.
Then, he began to whisper the words in defiance. For a few years, he and his friends had relished in the special adventure they had all shared, their role in protecting the Guardians. It was a thrill, a secret, a bond that kept them all together. But as they grew older, they seemed to become more and more distant to the memory – as if it had been nothing more than a figment of their collective, childhood imaginations. Nothing but a dream.
But Jamie knew it had all been real, and he was determined to never let go of that belief.
Even so, there were some years where it was nothing more than a habit. His life did go on, and there were many other things to worry about. Some nights he even forgot to say the words, and there were even a few instances where he'd knocked his stuffed Jack to the floor in his sleep and forgot to pick it up the next day. Sometimes he'd forget about him for weeks, even months.
Then one day, he'd overheard a completely innocent, but almost identical comment to his mother's so many years ago. Jack Frost isn't real, it's just a figure of speech. And just like that, the passion of his belief returned, like a suddenly fierce snow storm taking an unsuspecting town by surprise. He'd never failed to say the words since, for every single night after.
Then, the Guardian of Joy himself began to visit him, in the flesh. It was the happiest realization of his life, although slightly frustrating at the same time since the winter spirit seemed to feel the need to hide from him. The day he finally managed to trick Jack into talking to him was a satisfying day indeed.
He wondered why he still felt the need to whisper the words every night, even with Jack now visiting every week. It was an idle thought though, and he simply shrugged it off as habit and indulged in keeping up his little tradition.
It wouldn't occur to him until a few months later that somehow, at some point, the meaning of those four little words had shifted to something completely different.