Mean Seasons 42 Broken Spirit Finale

Jack woke up and stretched. It felt like he had been in hibernation for at least five months. He felt good. No, great! But he couldn't seem to remember much that had happened. Something about his sister and first believer telling him to come back...But he hadn't left! How could he come back if he hadn't gone anywhere to begin with?

Confused, he got out of bed, and everything came crashing down on him.

When had he gotten back to the Pole? The last time he had closed his eyes, he was being held prisoner by his tree. Thinking hard, he actually did remember being enveloped by darkness, then of North's scarily booming voice...he shuddered, a wimper escaping his lips.

Instantly his door opened and in ran Jamie, along with Tooth and North. Startled, he backed up, his eyes wide. "Hey guys!" he opened his mouth to say, but all that came out was a happy sounding squeal. He shook his head and tried again, only to find them all staring at him.

"Look at eyes!" North breathed, a smile creeping up his face. Jamie wore the same relieved grin. Jack was puzzled, and was suprized his voice decided to work as he asked lightly

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

That floored everyone, then Tooth hugged him tightly,

:"You're finally back, Jack! You're finally back!"

"I don't get it...I haven't gone anywhere..."

Jamie took that moment to explain everything, from his breaking to the appearance of his Dark Age persona. Jack listened closely, and was amazed that he remembered everything the boy described to him. He shuddered at the reminder of his Dark Age persona showing it's face, but also smiled at the thrashing he gave his tormentor.

"So I guess that's it for Summer huh?" he said lightly, "That's all well and good, but now there's an imbalance."

"No, not worry about imbalance. Mother Nature took care of everything. Jack, we are so happy you're back to normal." North said. Jack blushed.

"Me too, North. Me too." He said, lying back down. No one objected to him doing that, though he noticed Jamie climbed up with him, like a little brother. Jack noticed the bags under his eyes and frowned deeply. The kid obviously had been staying up late to help Pippa try to bring him back.

"Hey Jamie..." he said mysteriously "How about you get some sleep, and when you wake up, we can build a snowman."

His first believer was already halfway to dreamland and murmured in a sleepy voice "Does it have to be a snowman?"

"It doesn't have to be a snowman." He sung playfully, curling up too.

Pippa came in while the two were fast asleep, and giggled, jumping in the bed as well and curling against the chilly chest of her older brother, sighing pleasantly. Her poor sibling had been through enough torment to last him eternity, and she was just glad that when all was said and done...

Jack Frost was still Jack Frost, and he would stay that way.