My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 6- We light up the sky

(For full effect put on 'take me home' by PENTATONIX (for which I do not own) in the back.)

And we flew. It was, by far the most terrifying and amazing thing in the history of mankind. We sawed above the clouds, the lights from the town below us looking like the stars in a distant constellation. A glowing golden heart with amber veins trickling out into the darkness beyond. A world away from this realm of fluffy water vapor, biting cold and the overwhelming sense of just being free. Though I'd never admit it, Jack was right. My hat would have been whipped away by such force.

There was no sound, no distraction, just us. It was wonderful. I wish I could have caught that moment put it in a box so I could study it. Because at that moment I was 100% happy, I knew where I belonged, something I had never known before. It felt alien to me, but in the best way possible.

Eventually we touched down at the ruins of the castle. It's high, towering stone walls seeming precarious. But not a stone moved out of place. The castle had been abandoned for years, but any ghosts there may have been were quiet tonight.

I checked my watch. 6:11pm, we had been flying for over an hour. It had felt much less, like only seconds had passed.

I got off of Jack's back and lay down in the snow. He joined me without a word. But what could have been said? What words could break this instant of still and quiet and unrealized possibilities. Well, quite a few if you're Jack Frost. I guess he's had enough quiet to last a life time. Several life time's in fact.

"So, is there anything about yourself you think I should know?" He asked.

I thought. Was there anything?

"Um, I'm a fangirl." I with pride.

He frowned, his bottom lip sticking out slightly like a confused child. "What does that mean?"

I giggled, "It means I am slightly obsessed with things like Sherlock, Doctor Who, Castle, Avengers, Merlin, Big Hero 6, Disney, Harry Potter, Studio Ghibli, Percy Jackson, Hetalia, Alex Rider, Tumblr, Artemis Fowl and about a hundred other things."

He blinked at me. Several times. This was obviously a little bit of an information over-lode. "Oh." He said simply.

I giggled, "Yeah. I maybe insane, but I'm not the only one. There are millions of us out there. I think we're slowly taking over the world. But anyway, is there anything you think I should know about you?" I said.

"Like what?"

I shrugged. "Well you never told me about how you became a Spirit. I know all about you and the Guardians, but were you something before that?"

He sat up from the snow. There was a look on his face I hadn't seen before. It was grave, stark and desolate. Like a barren landscape of snow in the Arctic Circle.

"It was a long, long time ago. Back then I wasn't Jack Frost, I was Jackson Overland. I had a Mom and a Dad and a sister."

His voice was delicate, lost in the memories of so long ago. "Her name was Emma. She was amazing. She used to dance everywhere and she loved to skate."

His voice cracked ever so slightly. He wouldn't look at me. "Then one day, down at the lake... the ice wasn't safe. Emma was stuck in the middle and the ice was going to crack. She would drown. I got close enough to use this..." he raised his staff... "I got her out, but the ice gave way under me and I fell through the myself. I died that day."

I sat up. I knew that spirits must come from somewhere, but this...

"And then?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Then I woke up as Jack Frost. The moon was so impressed by my selfless act he made me the Spirit of Winter."

I moved a little closer to him. "How did it feel to wake up and know you're dead?"

"I didn't know. I just woke up as me. I didn't remember anything." His voice was no more than a whisper. "Not my Mom or my Dad... Not even Emma."

I placed a hand on his shoulder. Wishing to comfort him but not knowing how.

"Jack..." I said, but he continued regardless.

"Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared. But then... then I saw the Moon. It was so big, and it was so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did... I wasn't scared anymore."

Tears were blurring my vision. His eyes were in another time, lost in reverie.

"Why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I didn't know, and a part of me wondered if I ever would. That was my reward for saving Emma. Centuries of silence. Years where no one even knew I existed."

He looked at me. His eyes had lost their playful twinkle and all that was left was an icy blue. Hard and unreadable.

"No one could see me for so long, I basically gave up."

I hugged him so tight the breath was driven from his lungs. I wanted that lost look to disappear from his eyes. I wanted it gone. Vanished. Never to be seen again.

He put his arms around me and we stayed there for a long while. Our heartbeats going strong. And that was the only thing that mattered.

(Please comment and such, sorry my updates are so infrequent. Have a wonderful day :)