A/N: Oh my gosh, your reviews are so great! Unlucky Alis, here's some scotch tape and tissues. Keep 'em close. Sparklehannah, "the plot thickens" is my key phrase XD Speaking of which, have you ever had that moment when you're writing and something just comes to your mind that you were totally not planning, but absolutely works? That's this chapter.
And the plot thickens...
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Tooth watched worriedly as the Yeti's tried to save Jamie. How long could people go without a heartbeat? She couldn't remember. The Guardian of Memories couldn't remember.
She paled when she heard, from down the hall, "Stay away from him, Death!"
Her head swam, Death couldn't be here. He simply couldn't. She heard their outraged cry, and ran to the door, only to run into the cloaked figure.
She stepped in front of him, "You can't have Jamie."
Death shook his head, "Step out my way, please. I need to act now."
Her voice trembled, "You can't have him."
The Yetis' had already brought the defibrillator out and had it prepped. They tried once, nothing. Death pushed Tooth out of the way.
"No!" She grabbed at his hood, yanking at it, but he was stronger.
Death has blond hair? Tooth's thought were anything but coherent at this point.
Death stood over Jamie. Put his hands out. He closed his eyes, "Jamie Bennett, it is not yet your time. I, Death, offer my own soul in exchange for this boy's."
She heard someone's cry behind her, "Nick, no!"
The woman rushed over and took Death's hand, "I, Grief, offer myself in exchange as well. Take whom you see fit."
Death looked at the woman in surprise, his green eyes wide.
A roll of thunder pierced the air. Three figures appeared in the room. They did not look happy.
"Sister Fates." Death bowed. Grief curtsied.
The Fates glared at them, then they spoke in one voice, "We cannot accept either of you. The boy's thread is to be cut."
Grief looked at them, and said calmly, "It is our right to offer ourselves. You must accept one of us."
The Fates scowled, "We cannot." They held up a thread attached to a spindle, "We must cut the thread."
Death frowned, trying to think of some other way to bargain with the Fates, "Jack Frost, spirit of winter, will never be the same if Jamie dies. Balance will be upset."
The Fates frowned, "Jack. He cheated us. His thread was cut and yet he still remains." One reached into the air and a pair of scissors appeared in her hands, "What does Jack Frost matter to us?"
Grief glared at the Fates, "He was a hero."
The Fates didn't blink, "Jack cheated us. In return we shall cheat him."
Death looked at them in surprise, "You can't do that! I can feel that the boy's time has not yet come!"
The Fates remained like statues, "Jack cheated us." They repeated.
Death seemed to be racking his brain for some idea. Just as they were about to cut the thread he yelled, "STOP! You owe the boy a favor!"
The Fates considered this, "For what?"
Death tried to keep his face calm, "Without him, all of childhood would have been gone. This boy was the last light. He's a hero."
The Fates frowned, "Yes. That is true. We owe the boy a favor."
They looked at Death, "Fine. We will let the boy live." And with that they disappeared.
The steady beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor began again.