It's me again! How're you guys doing? Good? Good! So let's get on to chapter three, shall we? Discalimer: I own nothing! Enjoy people! WARNING: BEGINNING IS A LITTLE DARK-SEXUALY GRAPHIC. IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ IT JUST SKIP TO THE BREAK IN THE CHAPTER.

Remember, Remember

He rubbed the smooth metal between his fingers, caressing it with the gentlest of touches. Images of joy, beauty and pleasure came to his mind and he had to surpress the satisfied purr in his throat. Even though he was alone still he could never rid himself of the constant feeling of being watched. But then-such was the lot he'd been dealt in life. And where there is hardship and pain one must always find joy and peace in the good things of life, yes? His fingers glided along the metal in his palm again and this time the moan was determined to escape-and so it did. His member became rock hard as he recalled her beautiful face, her supple body...her screams. So much to be had in such a short ammount of time. He truly wished he could have had more of her. Images swam to his mind and without a second's hesitation his hand began to lower to his throbbing manhood as the object fell from his hand. The pleasure he gave himself was good, but it was a hollow comparison to what it was to truly join with someone and to ride the current of hot passion and desire. But imagining her as he pumped himself hard and fast did help take the edge off. His orgasam came quickly and he cried out in to the still dark room as he lay panting with the worth of his effort.

So hard. Not even six hours after her and already he was craving her again this much? Just the thought of her was enough to get his pulse racing and his need flared to life yet again. He grabbed his erection ann began pumping himself even harder and faster than before, his release a little harder to achieve this time. But that was okay. Because now he could focus even more on her in his mind as he jerked off to the beauty he'd slept with only hours ago. She'd been so hot, so tight, so wild and so beautiful both in the light of the dance floor and in the dark of his own room. He bucked in to his hand the matress creaking and groaning with him as he came again. The metal slipped from the sheets and clattered to the floor. He cared little for this small interruption as he smiled in the dark. The thing had done it's job. It reminded him of the good times to act as a herald for the many more to come. That is...until the next time he desired something...someone real.

As he said, one had to find the joy and peace in the good things in life. Wherever they may be. The moon's dim light was weak in this dark room, but just bright enough to catch the glimmer of one shinining, silver flower petal. What once may have been innocent was now the symbol of his passion, his desire, his lust, his joy, his light, his beauty. And all of her was gone now nearly as quick as she came but oh well. Life happens.

Death happens.

Ever the chivalrous spirit, Jack had decided to walk with Snow White back to town. It wasn't a quiet walk though. To him there was nothing more restless or nerve-shivering as an awkward silence. So Jack decided to strike up conversation as they walked in the snow. " So, you don't remember anything? At all?" She shook her head not seeming to mind his question in the least.

" No." Jack tapped his chin as he processed this information again in to his brain. Even though this question had already been asked and answered something didn't seem to stick right to him. Not entirely, at least.

" But, you knew who I was when I told you my name. Heck, you know who Snow White is. You must remember somethings?" He pressed. She hummed softly to herself in agreenment as she analyzed Jack's words. That was true. She knew that Jack Frost was the childlike spirit of winter. Though looking at him again, she knew he wasn't wholy a child. He had a playful brightness about him-that was for sure. But his taller frame and angular face spoke of someone around her own age. How old was that? And his sparkling blue eyes and shockingly spiky white hair seemed out of place in the town. But in a good way. It made him stand out. He was unique. ' And...he's handsome.' " Snow?" She jerked out of her musings as he stared at her with gentle concern. Mentally slapping herself she smiled at him apologetically.

" Sorry, Jack. I was just thinking. And I..." Snow paused as she menatlly scanned what information she had in her mind. "...I know fairytales. I know math, science, history, reading and other school stuff. I know who the president is and what year it is. I know this is winter...but I'm a blank slate. I don't know my real name, how old I am, do I have a family...? What..what's the name of this town?"

" Burgess." He answered patiently. Snow nodded then frowned as another question came to mind.

" What day is it?" Jack paused mid-step as she stopped walking. he called up is mental calander looking up at the snowy heavens as though the answers would be written in the sky.

" It's November. November...fourth? No-fifth. November fifth." Snow smiled and laughed quietly as a rhyme played in her head and the two began walking again. Great, now it was getting stuck in her head. Without thought she began to recite the poem.

" Remember, Remember,

The fifth of November

The gunpowder treason and plot.

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot." Jack chuckled at her, seeing the humor in this and skipped onto a ridge in the sidewalk balancing on the edge with ease as she walked beside him.

" Shouldda seen that one coming. So do you know the whole poem?" She shook her head again.

" No. I think I actually heard that one from a movie." They laughed together, turning a corner as the snowfall began to slow to a stop around them leaving the world in white. Jack's face lit up as the idea struck in to his head and he cast a side-long glance at her his eyes shining with mischief.

" You wanna hear the whole thing?" She smirked at him skeptically.

" You know it?" One of the advantages of having lived for so many years, centuries, one tends to pick up alot of information. And this was something Jack knew. He flashed he a smug, confident smile then began reciting the poem from his historical memory. Snow walked to a nearby bench and sat down not minding the powdery snow or frost around her. She watched as Jack leapt onto a lampost, holding on as he leaned his body out as far as his arm would go, then put his hand fisted around his staff to his heart. The light of the lampost shining down on him was dim, but for all the world it looked like the perfect spotlight for his performance.

" Remember, Remember

the fifth of November,

the gunpowder treason and plot.

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot!" Jack jumped down and held out his staff in front of him with both hands, his stance firm as if he were preparing for battle. He smiled a sly smile as he began reciting the next verse of his performace.

"Guy Fawkes and his companions

did the scheme contrive," Jack threw his arms up dramatically, humping and spinning in the air.

" To blow the king and parliament

all up alive!" Jack hunched down to the ground, his eyes wide expecting surprise. He spread his hands out over the snow under him as Snow White laughed at his antics. Jack smiled back at her as he spoke the next batch of lines of the poem.

" Three score barrels, laid below,

to prove old England's overthrow.

But, by God's providence, him they catch,

with a dark lantern, lighting a match!" Jack jumped up from his place on the ground, swinging his staff around wildly as if he were fending of multiple enemies. And yet he never quite lost his breath as he coninued to recite the poem.

" A stick and a stake

for King Jamse's sake!

If you won't give me one,

I'll take two,

the better for me,

and the worse for you!

A rope, a rope, to hang the pope,

A penn'orth of cheese to choke him!

A pint of beer to wash it down,

and a jolly good fire to burn him!

Holla, boys! Holla, boys! Make the bells ring!

Holla, boys! Holla, boys! God save the king

Hip-hip-hoorrrray!" Jack finished, jumping high with the wind carrying him as he pumped a victorious fist in to the air. Jack spun slowly as the wind guided him back down to the ground, and as soon as he landed Jack bent low in to a bow. Snow laughed and clapped for him properly applauding him for the performance. She had to admit-he could put on a good show. Jack's smug smile returned as he brushed his bangs from his eyes and waved to his adoring " Crowd." Snow rolled her eyes at him still smiling as he called out thank yous to the night. She stood up and crossed her arms shakin her head at him.

" Okay, okay so you were good. I'm impressed. Now would you stop preening like some overgrown peacock?" He snorted a laugh in response. The wind kicked up the snow inviting it to dance in small swirls around them excitedly, feeding off Jack's own exhileration and excitement. With the cold whipping around them anyone else would be running for the nerest door. Snow seemed completely comfortable where she was. He tilted his head curiously at her.

" Snow, are you sure you're not cold?" Still smiling she only shook her head.

" Nope." So with that the pair resumed their earlier walk. Jack and Snow stole glances at eachother before letting out another small fit of giggles. ' I like this. She shines brighter when she laughs.'And her laughter was such a lovely sound. Jack made a silent vow to always have her laughing. " So where are we going?" He wiped a tear of mirth from his eyes as he calmed down. Where were they going again...? Oh yeah!

" I have a friend who lives close by. He might be able to help." Right on cue the cozy little house came in to view and he took Snow White's hand. His chest filling with hope he pulled her along as they ran up to the house. They jogged up the porch steps and then Jack let go of her hand, turning around to look at her. " Just stay here for a sec. I gotta go get 'em." A compliant nod as she held her hands behind her back. Silently Jack prayed that it wasn't too late in the evening. Jack jumped in to the air and flew up to the second story of the house scanning the windows silently. It didn't take him too long to find the one he'd been searching for. An explosion of toys, action figures, comic books and clothes met his vision. And at the center of the room-an island free of chaos, was the bed. Sitting on the bed with a comic book and flashlight in hand was a twelve-year old boy. His brown hair was lightly toussled, and his blue pajamas hung around his body. Brown eyes darted back and fourth across the page as he read. Good. He was still up.

Jack raised a hand and knocked at the window, frost spreading over the glass where his skin touched. The boy jumped slightly in surprise and his eyes instantly went to the window. Brown met blue and both boys smiled at eachother. Abandoning the comic book the boy jumped down from his place on the bed and skillfully maneauvered across the room to the window, pushing it open eagerly. His wide smile threatened to split his face in half as he looked at the frost spirit whom he considered one of his best friends. " Jack!"

" Hey, Jamie. What's up?"

And scene! So Jamie's in the story now. Does he know Snow White? And a revelation awaits in the next chapter. please R&R and bless your happy happiness!