We're not who you think we are (The Big 8) (Spy AU)

Ch8- Memories, yet again

THIRD PERSON

Jack was walking down an empty hallway, all alone in his proud strides. He had to go get something in the boys locker room. So there he was, holding his duffel bag as he returned to his gym class.

The empty hallway spooked him, it was slightly dark and intimidating. Noone was there but him, so it was silent. All he could ever hear was the sound of his shoes on the floor. Plus, it was freezing... it surely didn't come from him, he and his magical.... powers.

He halted when he heard a soft sniffle. It seemed to come from the empty, dark, hallway. Shivers ran down his spine. He squinted to see better through the dark. He was curious, so he bravely walked towards the sound.

After a few moments, there he saw her. All curled up in a ball, up against the wall, hugging her legs, chin on her knees, and rocking back and forth. Elsa looked worse then before. She was crying, and her hair was messy.

He gotta admit, she still looked... beautiful. Her giant glasses were gone, and they didn't cover her face anymore. Her pale white skin looked flawless, her crytal blue eyes were hypnotic.

Jack scoffed, her head shot up at the sound. She glared at him.

"I've seen you being messy before, but you, right now, goes off that limit." He insulted

"What do you want?" She snapped at him.

"I just wanna mess with you, besides, you're worth the beating." Jack cracked his knuckles in tease.

Elsa's response was to scramble away helplessly. "No... please, don't." Was all she could manage to choke out.

"You know, I wonder..." Jack sneered. "Why did I become friends with you in the first place?"

And with that sentence, Elsa stilled. Her eyes widened. And a memory zipped through her head.

---(MEMORY)---

"Come on, Elsa!"

"Wait up, Jack!"

"What? It's not my fault why you're so slow."

"It's also not my fault why you're so insanely hyperactive!"

The two 6 year old's all giggled as they reached their hideout, a large Oak Tree on top of the hill that had a magnificent view of the town. The white haired boy laugehd as he slowly climbed the sturdy branches of their tree. The girl held her hands up and the boy helped her up unto a branch.

"So, what's the part of my share?" The boy asked as Elsa layed out the candy on a peice of wax paper.

"Wait, Mr. Grabby Hands." Elsa huffed as she used her math skills to divide the candy, and gave half to Jack.

"Wait, just this?" Jack's childish voice rang in Elsa's head.

"Yep, Mom and Dad barely gave us anything, but it's all we have." Elsa took a bite from a marshmallow.

"I'm alright with that." Jack said, scooting nearer to his best friend.

"Do you think we'll be doing this until we're old?" Jack childishly asked.

"I don't know. You?" Elsa looked at the 6 year old boy next to her.

"I don't know either." Jack shrugged. "But just to be sure..."

Jack grabbed a thorny branch and separated it from the other branches. He then leaned over to his shoulder and slowly pricked a small cut on his shoulder. Not painful, just a little stingy. He held out the branch to her. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much."

Elsa stared at the branch and Jack's bleeding cut on his shoulder. After a moment, she took the branch. She did the same to her shoulder and surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all.

"This is to prove that we'll be best friends." Jack said as he watched Elsa make the cut.

"Forever and ever."  Elsa said with a smile.

"Always." Jack finished off with another smile.

Always.

---(END OF MEMORY)---

Always.

Always.

Always.

"He remembers." A voice hissed in Elsa's mind.

Elsa shook her head, stood up, and ran away. Leaving a very confused Jack behind.

As Elsa skidded across hallway corners, she stopped by her locker and pressed her back against the cold, metal door.

He remembers.

He remembers.

He remembers.