My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 8- Awkward is an understatement

(Hello people! Happy Easter for yesterday! Bunnymun was really happy about the wave of belief, those of you who do believe, sent out. He thanks you a great deal. Just a little heads up, I do not own ROTG, but you knew that.)

At the last second Jack flipped us meters from the ground so he took the brunt of the impact. We hit the ground at a speed that would pulverize bone like dry twigs. Needless to say, this was going to hurt.

My vision went white. Nothing made sense. Up, down. Pain, numb. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. Absolutely diddly-squat.

What I had not realized was that Jack had summoned a humongous snow drift for our landing. It was like landing on a fluffy pillow only colder. That's not to say it wasn't painful.

I opened my eyes. I was okay, I was alive, well maybe.

"Ow," said a voice centimeters from my face. A voice whose owner I could not see.

It all came back to me. The wind. The fall. Jack...

"Jack!" I sat up, legs still wrapped round him, so I was basically sitting on his hips. (Yes I was straddling him, calm down you dirty minded people). I scooped handfuls of snow from his face and limbs. My legs were going to be covered with bruised, but at least they weren't broken. It was Jack I was worried about. Could spirits break bones? I checked over what I could see. He didn't look that bad, but it was hard to tell, I mean he was always as pale as a corpse. He wasn't bleeding and he was moving a little, that was good.

"Jack, are you okay?"

He leaned on his elbows. "Yeah I think so."

"Anything broken?"

He thought for a second. "No, as far as I can tell. But don't worry, even if there was I heal quickly. One of the perks of being dead."

So his ego was fine, mores the pity. It had probably cushioned the impact.

I was suddenly overcome with emotion and gratitude. "Jack, you saved me."

He smiled, eyes sparkling in the starlight. "'Course I did Snowflake. I couldn't do with out you."

I rolled my eyes at his words (I could have sworn I'd hear them before) and the nickname, but to be honest I was actually growing to like it.

"We should probably get out of here." I said, now very aware of where I was seated. Whenever Jack moved his legs, his hips twitched and it was... curious.

We both attempted to stand but there was a little problem. And when I say 'little problem' I mean 'so bad it felt like the end of the world'. Sky of blood, four horsemen, the whole nine yards.

"Oh, you have got to be joking!" I said face palming.

"Sorry Snowflake." Said Jack, grinning sheepishly.

I breathed out a sigh, "it's alright Jack. It's not your fault."

I was lying. It was so his fault. It was 100% his fault. On the way down Jack had 'accidentally' frozen us together (cue internal screaming). Ice crystals had woven themselves into the fabric of both our trousers, securing us firmly together with my legs wrapped around him.

After a lot of rolling around on the ground (okay, I admit it sounds really bad) Jack managed to get onto his knees and from there to standing up, holding me close to his chest.

"Right," he said looking round. "We don't seem to be that far from your house?"

I frowned at him, "how do you know that?"

He grinned, "I travel a lot, after a while you begin to memorize places."

The white haired boy bent down ever so gently to pick up his staff and we started to float up.