First I must apologise to Ruby Warrior Girl 730, I didn't realise you had favourited the story. You must have favourited the moment someone de-favourited and I didn't notice the change!
The e-mail I use to for this is my secondary e-mail, because my main e-mail is already being used for my original account here, which I cannot remember the password for.
So welcome! I left you on one heck of a cliffhanger last time, let's see where it goes now.
"JACKIE!"
Nigel and the rest of the Burgess Branch ran over to Jackie, quickly followed by Stephen. Chris and Mary, who were then followed by the other Descendants of Sandman.
The Burgess Branch knelt down by her body and desperately looked for signs of life. Her skin was colder than it ever was and she seemed to be barely breathing, if at all.
Nigel removed his glove and put a finger in front of Jackie's mouth, and felt relief as he felt the soft movement of air by her mouth and nose.
"She's alive." He gasped, and bent his head, trying not to let tears of relief show.
Billy leaned over Jackie and tapped her face.
"Jackie, wake up, come on Jackie."
The teenager didn't stir.
"Jackie, come on." Begged Billy, feeling tears building up in his own eyes. She wasn't dead, so why wasn't she waking up?
Tina was hovering overhead, getting a good look at the frozen Descendants of Pitch.
"She got all of them..." She said, coming in to land.
Mary stepped up. "We need to get them both out of here. Penelope deserves a funeral, and Jackie needs medical help."
Acting almost in a zombie like fashion, Nigel, the strongest of the group, scooped up the teen in his arms, while the Descendants of Sandman, excluding Sally, picked up Penelope and her armour, while handing Sally Jackie's helmet.
They walked to the entrance and made their up it, either by flight, sand or ice.
They walked back to the lake still in a daze, not caring who saw them at this point.
As they reached the lake they all felt too in shock to properly conceal themselves, and a small voice made itself known in the crowd.
"JACKIE!"
Jamie forced his way through the crowd, past the police tape and towards the group in armour. He came to a stop when he realised the state that Jackie was in.
"Is she, alive?" He asked, his throat choking up.
"Just." Replied Nigel numbly.
"What happened?"
"I don't really know, I can only guess that she lost control. It was the most powerful ice blast I'd ever seen." Replied Mary.
"Last time she did something like this, she was out for a few hours, but with something like this, who knows." Added Billy
Various reporters had also wandered over to sneak peek at the conversation. One of the Descendants of Sandman nudged Nigel, letting him know that he should get going.
Before he could there was a sudden blast of wind, followed up by flurries of snow and the nearby reporters got blasted back.
Jack Frost had come back for the night.
He landed and looked on in shock when he saw Jackie looking lifeless in Nigel's arms.
"What happened?"
"We're not completely sure, we think she lost control."
"Why?"
"Because Penelope, well, Penelope..."
Jack peered through the group and saw that Penelope was looking just as lifeless as Jackie, a patch of dark red spreading across her dark shirt.
"Oh no."
"Jackie's still alive." Said Jamie, a small amount of hope in his voice.
Jack snapped his gaze over to Jackie, and looking closely, could see the slight rise and fall of her chest.
"We're taking her back to base." Explained Nigel.
"Wait." Said Jack as they began walking away. The stopped and stared at him.
"I've got a better idea."
Jack turned and sent a small snowstorm towards the onlookers, sending them running away from the sudden and weird bad weather.
He then walked over to the lake and stepped on it, freezing the rest of the surface.
"Pass her to me."
Nigel obliged and Jack took Jackie's weight in his arms, he almost dropped her instantly, not expecting her to be as heavy as she was. He carefully lay her down on the ice, making sure it was thick enough to take her weight.
Jack stood back and waved his staff around her, causing snow to form around Jackie, it fell lightly on her, giving her the appearance of being dusted with icing sugar. Jack stepped back and saw with satisfaction that her breathing appeared to be a little stronger.
"The cold." He explained, "She needs the cold to recover."
"What's to stop the authorities coming back and taking her to hospital?" asked Billy.
In response Jack sat down next to Jackie.
"Me."
"And me." Added Jamie, sitting down on the other side.
Nigel looked like he wanted to protest, but stopped himself. Jackie was being protected by her closest friend and her teacher, who was also a Guardian, she would be safe.
"We'll leave her in your care, Mr. Frost."
Jack didn't even protest at the formality, he was already in guarding mode.
The others carried Penelope's corpse to the hole and went down it to deliver the news and prepare a funeral for Penelope.
Several hours turned into a day, a day turned into a week and Jackie had barely changed.
Jack could barely say he was bored, there were random people appearing at the lake, trying to find out what was going on. Each time he sent them away with a blast of snow, and he did get a good laugh at their faces.
He'd managed to convince Jamie to go back home at night, since he would need the sleep, so Jack spent the nights alone next to Jackie.
Well, not quite alone, he could always talk to the moon. It had been a while since he'd had a good talk with the moon, so he just talked about stuff, telling the moon about Jackie and what they've done together.
Exactly seven days after Jackie had been brought to the lake, Jack was still there, making sure that there was fresh snow around her.
He turned away from her for a second to glance at the moon, when a snowball hit him in the back.
He jumped to his feet and looked around for the person who'd thrown it.
"Jamie?" he called, and another snowball hit him in the back.
He turned back to Jackie and saw that a snowball was floating above her face. He peered over to see that her eyes were open and alert and a massive, if tired grin was on her face.
"Gotcha at last."