A/N: Oh my frost! There are so many of you following me! I don't whether to feel empowered or hide in a corner. Maybe I'll just give a neutral squeal and some confetti, *squeal* *confetti*! You know, I think it's a scientifically proven thing that reviews make authors write faster. If it's not, someone should really fund that research.

Enough of my babbling, to the story!

Later on, neither North, Bunny, Sandy, nor Pitch could really remember what had happened in those short few minutes.

They had tried to stop Death from entering the hospital room, but he had pushed past them. Then, they heard Tooth's cry and Grief had rushed into the room after him, her hood falling down as she ran. Pitch could've sworn he felt the distinct fear of a surprise realization.

After that, things were a bit hazy. The Guardians all felt the blow of losing a strong light, and Pitch was nearly overwhelmed by the fear around them. Then, as sudden as it had gone, the light came back.

Death emerged from the room, as pale as his name, and Grief followed. Tooth flew out right after them, "You saved Jamie's life!"

Grief and Death pulled their hoods on again. Grief shook her head, "Our job is not yet done." They walked over to Jack. Grief turned to Pitch, "Do your job please."

Pitch gave her a questioning look, but continued anyways. They all watched as the dream shifted to a nightmare.

It was Jack standing on the lake. A small figure before him. Grief inhaled sharply.

Jack seemed to be trying to comfort the figure in front of him. They looked closer and saw the cracks in the lake. Jack extended his staff to save the small figure, but the ice broke and the child fell in. Jack's dream and real face were lined with tears. The nightmare shifted.

The child was in Jack's arm and was shivering. Jack looked so scared. He was trying to keep the child warm, but to no avail. The child smiled at him none-the-less and then child's eyes closed. Dream Jack looked devastated. Grief looked perplexed, "Jack? What caused all of this?" She murmured.

She touched the nightmare sand and suddenly it turned blue. She ignored the stunned looks of the others as she concentrated on where Jack's grief and fear were coming from. A graveyard. Her eyes widened, "No. He couldn't have." Three old women were pointing at it and Jack flew inside.

Death clenched his fists, "The Fates will pay for that."

Dream Jack followed the three women to a grave. He leaned forward to read the name and dropped his staff. He fell to his knees at the grave and they could see the shock on his face.

Grief suddenly pulled away, as if she couldn't watch anymore.

The others watched as Jack started to cry. It was odd to watch the Guardian of Fun's face scrunch up and tears flow. They watched as a blizzard started to form. He flew away quickly from the grave and went to the lake. The blizzard was blowing ice that cut into Jack, but he didn't seem to notice. He was yelling at the Moon. He seemed angry, upset, and so, so sad.

Grief turned to Death, "Wake him. Wake him now." Dream-Jack looked so broken.

Death shook Jack, gently, "Jack! Wake up!"

Jack shuddered, his eyes scrunched tight. The dream-Jack sank to his knees.

Death yelled at him, shaking him a little harder, "Jackson! Get up right now!"

Grief put a hand on Jack's head, she pulled back when she felt how hot it was. She started crying, "Jack? Please, get up. Please." She let her tears stream down her face and fall into her hands. Then she walked over to Baby Tooth and gathered a few of her small tears. She held them tight until a bright light formed in her hands.

She opened them and a snowflake fell. The snowflake fell onto Jack's forehead and melted slowly.

Jack's eyes opened slowly, "Wha?"

Tooth put a hand to Jack's forehead. The fever was gone. She looked at his chest. So were all the gashes and that long cut.

Jack sat up suddenly, "Jamie!"

Death nodded towards the hospital room, "He's fine."

Jack paled at the hooded figure in front of him. Grief shook her head, "That's not very comforting coming from you, Death."

Death tilted his head, surprised, "Oh. Yeah, probably not."

She put a hand on Jack's shoulder, "Jamie is okay, Jack."

Jack sat back, relieved.

Grief held out a hoodie, just like Jack's old one, and he pulled it on. He smiled at her, "Thanks."

He looked around the room. His face shocked when he saw Pitch, "What's he doing here?!"

Pitch frowned, "Your fear brought me here."

Jack fell back, "So... it wasn't all a nightmare."

Grief shook her head again, "No, Jack. It wasn't a nightmare. It was the Fates."

Bunny looked at them confused, "Fates? What's going on?"

A question mark floated above Sandy's head.

She looked at Jack, "Did you ever tell them how you became Jack Frost?"

He bit his lip, "No."

"Do you mind if I tell them?"

Jack looked at her surprised, "How do you know?"

She put her hand on Jack's hand, "I knew your sister."

Those four words made tears start to form in Jack's eyes again.

His head bent down, "She's gone. I did nothing that day. She still died. I left her alone."

The Guardians and Pitch were shocked by the utter sadness in Jack's voice.

Grief shook her head, "No. You saved her that day."

She nodded to Death who snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, they were in a graveyard.

Jack panicked, "Why are you taking me here?! Please. Take me out of here."

Grief looked briefly at Death who shook his head. She looked at Jack sadly, "Sorry, Jack, but the story is best told here."

She walked over to a grave and their gaze all followed her.

Pitch frowned, "Why are you showing us this?"

She turned her head to him, "Because you can help him." She put a hand on her heart, "My center is healing. I help people deal with their grief." She turned to Jack, "I know it may be hard to face, but you need to hear."

She put her hand on the gravestone and read the name, "Felicity Overland Bennett. Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Sister. 1703-1793."

Jack stared at the grave, snow started falling again.

She continued, "That grave could've read, Felicity Overland. Loving Daughter and Sister. 1703-1712."

Grief pulled her hand from the gravestone and began, "Felicity and her brother, Jackson, went skating that day. Jack had promised to teach his little sister how to skate and she had pestered him about it until he agreed, even though Spring was right around the corner. Jack and Flee were supposed to have checked how thick the ice was, but they were both so excited, they forgot."

Jack shivered. The image of the small figure on the ice flew to their minds.

Grief tilted her head, looking at Jack sadly, "Jack helped Flee put her skates on, but as he was putting his on, he heard the ice crack."

Tooth's hand flew to her mouth.

"He rushed over to the lake, even though his feet were bare, and saw his sister standing on the thin ice. He was scared, but he hid it for his sister's sake. He told her that it would be okay, to look at him, not at the ice. She told him she was scared. He told her she would be alright. He promised that she'd be okay. That she wouldn't fall in, that they'd have a little fun instead."

North's eyes widened. He looked around at the other Guardians who had also recognized the words.

"She said they wouldn't and he asked her if he'd trick her and she fought back tears as she said that he always played tricks." Grief smiled briefly, but it quickly melted, her face became very serious, "He smiled and promised that he wasn't playing a trick this time, that she'd be alright. He told her she had to believe in him."

The guilt that nobody had believed in Jack for 300 years weighed down on them.

"He asked her if she wanted to play a game. He told her they'd play hopscotch, like they played every day. He took one step towards the thicker ice and pretended to mess it up. His sister laughed. He took two more steps and made it onto the thick ice. He looked at his sister and grabbed his staff, 'Your turn.' He counted: one, the ice cracked and his sister looked at him, eyes wide with fear. Jack gave her a reassuring look: Two, she was almost there. Three, Jack reached out with his staff and pulled her to safety."

They all wished that the story had ended there, but Grief continued, "The momentum pushed her to safety, but it thrust him onto the thin ice. He saw his sister safe and smiled... Then the ice broke."

Death walked next to Grief, and pointed to the grave next to Felicity's.

Jackson Overland

Beloved Son and Brother

1695 – 1712