Believe in Me

Okay, author's note _ _'' My stories arent too famous but then again, they've all been relatively OC so far ^^' I dont mind it much, I write for the fun of it and for the enjoyment of others, not for the popularity. 

Now one thing I'm going to say about this. If this story does get out very much, than you'll probably notice there IS an OC character in this. Now i'm going to say this. For everyone looking for a "Jack Frost falling in love with the OC because the writer is swoony over him" then ._. I apologize, this isnt for you. Sure, yours truely may have a teeny tiny crush on Jack Frost, but I'm sort of wanting to put my character in in my own way. ^^' So, as far as I know so far, this won't be too far into the romance category. I'm not even sure what category it'll fit into yet ^^''' I'll figure it out as I keep writing. I hope you enjoy it!

Another note: I dont know as much about the characters, so people (like Jamie for example) might have different last names than maybe it actually says ^^' I'm trying my best here, please dont get mad.

 Jamie Bennett sat on his knees on the window by his room, his propped up arm holding his quickly tiring head in place. His eyes were slightly drooped and there was no trace of a smile on his lips. He knew that Jack was a guardian now, he knew that he couldn't come to play much anymore. The small boy felt sort of bad. He hadn't even known Jack was the cause of all his fun and hadn't had a chance to actually play in the snow knowing he was in the presence of its creator. He missed seeing ice suddenly skid across the sidewalks like it was magic, missed the cold wind that would blow through the towns and rustle his curtains, the wind he had just found out weeks ago was carrying his best friend. He had always been the older brother to Sophie but until Jack, had never known what it was like to look up to someone so much. Now it was like every thought he had was based around the spirit, wondering where he was, what he was doing, or if he even was going to come back.

He sighed, brushing his brown bangs from his eyes, hopping down from the stool he was positioned on. The sun was setting and his friends were leaving the streets. They called up that morning for him to come out and play but he really wasn't in the mood lately. He smiled and sat with Sophie on the porch while she played sometimes, but other than that he stayed indoors. There was no snow in sight yet, it was still September after all. There wasn't any reason for Jack to be here. So why did Jamie keep waiting? What was the point? 

As he was about to leave his room, go find something more entertaining and worthwhile to do, something caught his eye. He turned his head and the empty room store back at him. He could've sworn he felt some sort of presence nearby. "Jack..?" he asked hopefully but cautiously. He couldn't help but let a tiny smile go to suit his excited eyes. But there was no answer. The grin faded, the look losing the positivity but his eyes still curiously glazed over the room then widened as there was a crash from outside.

It sounded like a car crash, the same squealing of wheels, horn screaming. He didn't hesitate before spinning on his heels and dashing out the door, down the stairs and into the yard.

Jamie stopped at the porch, observing the damage. A man in a suit crawled out of the ruckage of a silver car, seeming okay but stunned from the sudden jolt of the car slamming into... Jamie looked over to see a tree smashed into the engine of the car. It looked like the man had driven straight into it. Sirens were ringing off in the distance already; it wouldnt be long now until the police arrived. 

Jamie was about to run to the man, see if he was alright, when something moved in the corner of his eye. He looked over, locking eyes with a deer.

Why was it there? He asked himself as he willed his body not to move, his breathing slowing as to not scare the animal off. Sure, deer were common around the area but they never ran into open streets, at least not in this part of town. He was closer to the city than the forest, so how did a deer make it through the streets without being spotted at all? The animal obviously didn't see Jamie as much of a threat, cautious of him but lowering its head and trotting lazily to the grass on the side of the road, pulling at a few wildflowers. Jamie looked back and saw the man facing the opposite direction, shouting into the phone with one hand thrown into the air in irritation. The small boy then slowly walked to the deer, taking small steps. It looked at him from the corner of its eye but kept picking at the greenish brown grasses at its mouth. As he got closer, Jamie noticed something. Deer didn't glow. This one had some sort of silver glisten around it, it sparkled like if someone sprayed mist in the air around it. It was overall beautiful, a lighter color than most deer, greyish blue eyes like the snowy skies would be if Jack were around glancing up at Jamie, not with fear, but almost as if the larger animal was asking the boy to advance closer. So he did so, right up until he was within arms reach of its pale brown head. The deer raised its head, gaining height on him but not intemidatingly. It seemed to even smile in a way Jamie didn't understand. Deer couldn't smile, not many animals could as far as he knew. So why did it feel like this one was giving him a reassuring look. Then the deer lost that look, its head sticking up further in sudden caution. The sirens had turned on the street, Jamie looked over as police cars and an ambulance drove up on the scene. When he turned back, the deer was gone. He had been within just inches of having his palm on its head but now it was out of sight completely, all that was left was the faint sparkly silver light, fading into the chilling night air. 

 Jack Frost had always dispised responsibility, though if he HAD to do anything of the sort it would be this. Ever since Pitch was destroyed by his own fearlings, Jack and the rest of the guardians were reduced to their normal duties. It was a win/lose situation, Jack felt. He didn't like the concept of fighting, putting himself and others in danger, but he did like the fighting itself. It gave him a feeling of purpose he rarely had, even after becoming a guardian, it allowed him to direct all of the negative emotions crowded in the pit of his heart out into his attacks, it made him feel like he was more than just some lost spirit. He was glad that Pitch was gone and he had gained some self confidence knowing that he was most of the reason, but now Jack didn't feel like much of anything. The Man in the Moon chose him to help fight Pitch, right? Well what now? He slid his cane carelessly over the telephone wires of a quiet street, watching as crystaline ice crinkled over them at the touch. It made him smile, seeing how well controlled his powers were. They gave him comfort in some way, the feeling of snow being like the feeling of a hug to most people. It was inviting, calming. Made him feel safer even though there was no real reason to feel otherwise. Though he had the usual happiness in him, the innocence of life that blossomed out through snow days and snowball fights and the mischief he would still get into daily, there was something else there. Jack assured himself it wasn't fear, Pitch was gone and fear was nothing to be afraid of anymore, if that made much sense. He was on edge, anxious, nervous. He wouldn't go as far as to title it as scared, but  he had a bad sense in the pit of his stomach that something was going to happen or was happening that wasn't right. 

He pushed it aside however, pushing aside also the fact that now that he was a guardian he was supposed to look into these things. But he had sworn to himself not to get so caught up in his new job that he started acting out of character. His center was fun, he found that out around a month ago when Pitch fell. So he would stay himself now that he knew himself. 

As he walked, he passed by a mother and father pushing their baby girl in a stroller, going for a walk in the cool night on the last day before the predicted snow front. Jack was planning on bringing the snow down, but he wasn't cruel or too strict on timing so he let the family keep walking in peace. The little girl in the stroller blinked, her big brown eyes looking directly at him as she pointed up with glee, giggling, "Boy on wire, boy on wire!!" His mother and father looked up to where she was pointing but instead of seeing the figure, they saw the near starless skies of a usual night. "Maybe its time to get some sleep," the mother whispered softly to her child, the little girl protested but the voices faded off as the family walked on. Jack laughed softly, shaking his head. "Seems like kids can be smarter than adults sometimes, huh?" He said. It didnt feel like he was talking to himself but no one was really around to hear him, if they could hear him at all. Though a lot of children had suddenly believed in the winter spirit, Jack Frost, he was still much less known than say North or Bunny or Tooth or Sandy. He was new to the guardians after all. But he didnt mind. He was glad that finally, after three hundred years of being unseen, ignored, uncared about by anyone he went to, after three hundred years of having to convince even himself that he was there at all, the guardians came and their adventure started, ending in the small boy Jamie smiling up at him, touching his sleeve, hugging him. It was all he had ever really wanted. 

 Jack looked up at the skies as the decending sun wiped away the colors of its shadow, dusk was just arriving without a cloud in sight. "Well.. time to get to work then," He said to himself, raising his staff in the air, rocking on his feet then running across the rooftops, dragging the wood behind him with a laugh. As he dashed, frost appeared on his trail, tracing his footsteps like a shiny white pen might, he jumped and swung his staff in the air; clouds immidiatally swarmed in from all sorts of directions, just barely covering the glowing moon as it began to snow. The air chilled and became crisper with the cold, but Jack's bare feet didn't hurt a bit. He retraced his steps, skidding on the newly form ice, skating along the rooftops like any normal person would do in a skating rink. He was happy, he thought. He hated responsibility, but when it came to seeing the smiles and hearing the shouts of the excited kids waking up to a snowday, he couldn't feel better.

_ _'' Well, I think I did good for a start up. This is going to be a VERY long story, which should be obvious since I go sort of all out in character's thoughts >.>'' hope you enjoyed it ^^