When Lightning Strikes- A Jack Frost Fanfiction

6~Northern Lights

The door slammed in Jacks face as he let out a content sigh. Swinging his staff back up to lazily hang around his shoulders, he took one step away from the door before being picked up and carried by the wind. The wind played with him as if he were as light as a feather while he looked around in some sort of confusion. He was trying his hardest to remember how he had gotten to the windmill because, truthfully, he had no idea where he was.

Jack scouted out the area before blasting off in the direction he remembered coming from. In his mind, each tree split in half by lightning was a landmark that would guide him home. He knew once he found the general direction he would be fine since, as he had noticed following her, the journey was a straight line. He knew he wouldn't be able to remember the scenery from the half of the path closest to Burgess as he hadn't been observing during that time. His focus was completely centered on catching fleeting glimpses of the dark haired girl as she seemingly teleported across the horizon. When he saw she was going in a straight line, he just followed it until he stumbled upon the windmill.

The windmill. When he had first reached it the wind abruptly stopped and placed him in-front of the front door. Confused yet intrigued he quickly froze off the lock before entering the strange building and exploring the house. That was before he met the girl he had been following. However, that was a story for another time.

The wind stopped and gently placed the boy back on the ground as Jack found himself back in the familiar town of Burgess. What was he supposed to do from here? Previously, he didn't have a plan for the day, just doing what he felt like, but now? He couldn't get the image of a frazzled Skylar out of his head.

He hadn't had that much fun annoying someone since him and Bunny made up. Seeing people extremely worked up always sent a wave of joy over him, and, for some odd reason, that effect tripled with Skylar. No matter how "responsible" he was supposed to be as a guardian, his mischievous side would never disappear and now, he had another poor soul to torment.

And boy did he love it.

If Skylar thought she would be safe from his mischief after kicking him out, boy was she mistaken.

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The sun had just barely woken up as Jack found himself on top of the oh so familiar windmill. It had been a few days since he had first barged in, much to Skylars dismay, and he had found himself drawn to it once again. The lights glowed brightly from inside the windows as Jack peered down the sloped walls. It was very early in the morning for the white haired boy, though it seemed the storm spirit had already gotten to work.

Jack flung himself gracefully off the roof, before sliding down, his feet leaving a trail of frost. The snow spirit scooped his staff above him, looping it around the surprising sturdy window frame and swinging himself to crouch on top of it. Jacks repositioned himself before turning his gaze to the inside of the workshop.

Through the window stood Skylar, her welding goggles placed over her eyes as she firmly pushed the edge of a small dagger onto the rapidly spinning grindstone. On the table next to her lay two piles of similarly looking knives. One pile was made up of 2 sharpened daggers as the other contained 2 unsharpened. Skylar lifted up the knife she was working on, turning it around in her hand to inspect it. She laid the dagger to balance horizontally on her pointer finger. When she was sufficiently pleased with its weight distribution she quickly snatched it and dropped it into the pile of sharpened blades before grabbing another and pressing it into the grindstone as well.

Jack watched in awe as Skylar worked smoothly with the machine. Using a pedal to start and stop it, her movements were fluid and complete, while still being completely purposeful. The only noise surrounding the two was the constant buzz of the blade pushing against the rapid stone. For the first time in his life, Jack couldn't bring himself to disrupt the peace. There was something about Skylars methods that lulled him into a calm state.

Intricate designs of frost slowly spread across the window from where Jack had placed his hands. The girl inside, who was still completely oblivious of his company, felt a slight chill but brushed it off as she continued her work. Removing his hands from the window, Jack continued to watch. Maybe he should have felt creepy, sitting there, watching a girl from outside her window, but that emotion was far from what he felt now. The thing is, he couldn't put his finger on what he did feel.

His thoughts were disturbed by a flash of colorful light. Above him, the Northern Lights danced across the sky. They hadn't been sent out for a long time, not since Pitch and they were only ever switched on when all North needed the presence of all guardians.

Jack immediately launched himself into the air, it picked him up before  blasting him in the direction of the workshop.

Whatever this was, it couldn't be good.