Author: This one is for my friend PippaFrost, who wanted to see Jack and North's argument. I think I've gotten out of practice with writing angst... I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG.

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"What is it, dad?" Jack muttered, tapping his fingers on the wooden table an angry frown on his pale face. He'd screwed up majorly with Chika an hour ago and the moment he'd gotten home his father pulled him into the main living room, sat him down on the couch and said that he wanted to talk.

"I need reason to talk to my son?"

Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the table and then at the glass of milk North had gotten him, as if to say 'no, but you don't need to drag me over, give me a gallon of milk, to talk to me either'.

North smiled softly. "I just want to discuss some of the things about your time alone Moy mal'ch'ik." He saw how the look on Jack's face changed, his eyes hardening and his lips forming a thin line.

As quickly as it appeared the look was gone again. "What's there to talk about?" Jack asked, using his staff to prop himself up, the spirit of Winter jumped up so he was sitting on his heels in the chair. "I already told you everything." The strain in his voice made it seem otherwise.

North chuckled warmly, trying to keep conversation as light as possible. "Sure you did more that make snow, meet other seasonals and girls?"

While North let out a small warm laugh when he said girls, Jack visibly deflated.

"Yes." Jack said through clenched teeth. "Can I go now?" He asked jumping to his feet.

"After we talk about things." North answered, the Russian reached to grab his son's hand but stopped when Jack pulled his hand back.

"There's nothing to talk about!" Jack protested an angry look on his face.

North frowned, not liking how Jack was again trying to avoid discussion. "I'm sure there eez, Jack. Vhy not start at-"

"I don't want to talk about this." Jack muttered pushing his glass of milk away from him and crossing his arms.

Now he was acting out like the stubborn teenager he was.

North's eyes narrowed. "Mal'ch'ik..." he said in a warning tone.

"No!" Jack shouted jumping up and gripping his staff like he was ready to flee. "This is pointless and I really don't see what you expect from me here dad!"

"That you tell me about what happened during the 300 years you were not with us?!" North yelled back fed up with having to walk on eggshells every time they tried to discuss this topic. North wanted to know what happened to happened to his mal'ch'ik damnit! "Vhy vill you not let us know?!"

"You want to know?!" Jack snapped his voice rising. "You want to know about what I did on my own while you weren't there?!" The white-haired youth gripped his staff not noticing the frost spreading on the floor.

"Because I sure you'd love to hear about all the times I was alone! The times I was hurt! The times I got myself into messes I couldn't get myself out of on my own! The times I had to fight on my one BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T THERE!"

By now Jack's face was turning red from all the shouting and for a while he stood there, panting from all the yelling he had done. Steely blue eyes glared at North shining with anger which wasn't all directed at his father.

Of course North didn't know that.

Large-blue-eyes had widened at Jack's outburst. "Jack," North said getting up. For a moment Nicholas St. North struggled with deciding what to do. He had wanted to get Jack to talk... and Jack was talking wasn't he? And sure, the things Jack was saying hurt, but... "Eez good, eez good. We are talking." Santa nodded to himself. He got up from the red couch. "Vait here, I'll go tell kitchen yeti, to fetch us new drinks and-"

"Sure, cause the last time you told to wait for you worked out so well, didn't it?"

The moment the words left his mouth Jack gasped, letting go of his staff his hands went up to cover his mouth, as if he could somehow pull his words back in. Take it back, like he never said it at all.

North's already large eyes had widened even further, if they'd gone any wider they'd fall from their sockets. His mouth had was open, but for once the large man was stunned into complete silent.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, which was good. It meant that at the very least, it hadn't broken into tiny pieces... Not in the literal sense at least.

North was sure it had. Jack had just confirmed what North had known for the last 300 years. It was his fault Jack drowned in pond. Had he not left Jack there Jack wouldn't had died and become Jack Frost.

And his boy wouldn't have had to be alone for 300 years...

"Dad?"

Jack's hands were still over his mouth, but he had spread his fingers so he could be heard.

He so desperately wished he could take the words back. He didn't mean them, not in the least. What happened had in no way been his father's fault! Jack didn't blame North. And, to be truthful, Jack didn't regret what happened... He liked being Jack Frost, he liked the people he had met...

But the 300 years alone...

"Dad?" He tried again, but North just kept gazing at the floor.

Chewing on his lower lip Jack walked past his staff and walked to his father, "Dad?" he questioned reaching for North's shoulder.

North looked up before Jack could touch his shoulder. Santa had an detatched look on hs face, and he suddenly looked so much older.

"It eez okay, Jack."

It pained Jack to be the one who caused his father, his usual loud and boisterous father, sound so quiet and hurt.

"No," Jack furiously shook his head. "no it's not okay, dad. I'm so sorry! I shouldn't ha-"

"It eez fine, Jack." North spoke quietly, turning around and slowly started making his way to the door. "I... I have work to do." He said stopping at the door opening. "You go spread fun, da?"

With that said North turned around and left.

Jack stared at the door, aware of how much his words hurt someone he loved.

That was two people in less than two hours.

After ten minutes of just standing there Jack let out a long deep sigh and went to pick up his staff. When he touched the old wooden relic, Jack suddenly became aware of how much the temperature had dropped in the room during his and North's conversation.

Great...

Maybe he really was world's biggest jerk.

Closing his eyes Jack allowed himself to be consumed by self loathing for a moment.

Going to the Warren used to make him feel better... Maybe he should try that.

Decision made, Jack walked to the large windows, swung them open and jumped out of the workshop.

-ROTG-

Talking to Bunny had helped. Jack felt better and he knew what to do. The spirit of Winter had flew straight back to the 'pole and went to the kitchen.

That is where North found him two hours after their argument. North stood in the door opening trying to take in what was happening in his huge kitchen.

There were 7 of kitchen yeti present all of them following orders of Jack who was sitting on top of his staff which he had positioned on top of the counter.

"No, Janice, don't stir." Jack said jumping down from his staff, easily catching it when it looked like his staff was about to fall. The winter prince walked over to the blonde yeti to see what she was doing with a glass. "Shake it." he instructed.

"Moy Mal'ch'ik?"

Jack turned around, a large grin formed on his pale face when he saw his dad.

"Dad!" He cheered rushing over to hug his father. Jack jumped up and hugged North tightly. "I'm so sorry dad" he whispered burying his face in his dad's shoulder.

"Jack?" North questioned hugging Jack back, surprised at the sudden mood change.

Jack murmured something against his chest and North smiled, tightening his hold on his boy. "It ees alright Jack."

Jack shook his head. "No, it's not." He said pulling back and looking up so he could meet North's gaze. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I didn't mean it. Any of it!"

"I shouldn't have pushed-"

"No, dad," Jack interrupted shaking his head. "I was my fault, I was in a bad mood because of something that happened earlier and I reacted by snapping at you."

Just as he finished talking the blonde yeti, Janice, walked up to them carrying a small tray with a large mug on it. She told North to take in Yetieesh.

"What is this?" North questioned taking the mug and looking at it, his big blue eyes sparked with wonder again and a large grin formed on his rosy face when he saw the large amount of cinnamon covered whipped cream.

"It's a recipe me and my friends created. I think it's about the best cocoa ever, but that's just me." Jack answered, a small nervous smile on his pale face. "Janice and the others helped me make it for you, seeing I'm no good with touching hot stuff and all..."

He watched as North brought the mug to his mouth and took a large gulp of the warm beverage, smearing whipped cream all over his nose and cheeks as he did so.

Blue eyes widened as he swallowed the drink "Aha!" North said letting out a throaty laugh. "Moy Mal'ch'ik, this is wonderful drink! How did you come up with the recipe?"

"I'll tell you all about it later." Jack answered grinning.

"Why not now?" North asked smiling. "Yeti can make you drink and we talk."

"Can't," Jack replied a small frown now on his face. "sorry, dad, but you're not the only one I have to apologise to, today."

"Ah..." North said sounding as if everything was clear to him now. "Trouble with girls."

Jack's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"

"Experience." North answered, a knowing grin on his face. "Eez terribly stressing, no?" The large man asked holding up his index finger.

"Tell me about it..." Suddenly Jack perked up. "Hey dad, can I borrow a snow globe?"

"Of course! What do you need..." Santa stopped talking, the moment he had said 'of course' Jack had taken off, without a doubt he'd go get that snow globe and go try and make it up to Chika.

Fondly shaking his head, North took another sip of the warm cocoa. Yes, he boy was indeed something special and North hoped that he, one day, would know everything about Jack Frost.