My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 13- The night I lived

(I do not own ROTG or Jack but I do own this story and any other story's that may come from it)

Babushka let us come inside and we were all given hot tea and muffins. Well not Jack, his was lukewarm tea or else he would burn himself. I just sat on the sofa, in a state of shock.

"Мне жаль, Наталья. Я думал, твой отец говорил тебе," said Babushka"

"I'm sorry Natalia. I thought your father told you."

"Это нормально Бабушка, это не ваш Фальт." I replied with a weak smile.

"It's okay Babushka, it's not your fault."

Jack came over and Babushka quickly scurried away, shepherding the kids into the kitchen.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I don't know," I looked at him, "and you still have no idea about what we were talking about, do you?"

He shook his head, "no idea. I knew it was about you and me and it wasn't good. But apart from that I've got nothing."

So I took a deep breath and explained. About how my Babushka and Mother had been in Russia and I had come earlier then I was due on Christmas Eve. How a wolf had broken in and killed my Mother and how, when Babushka came in, I was held in the arms of a white haired boy, with a staff who shot ice at the wolf.

"And my Babushka thinks it was you. Which, given the description, I would be inclined to agree with."

Jack's eyebrows knotted together in thought. "That was you?"

"Apparently. Wait, you it's true?"

Jack nodded. "I can't believe that was you. You were so small and cute."

I gave him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.

"You know what I mean. It's just... I can't believe it."

I came closer to him on the sofa, "that makes two of us."

I lent my head on his shoulder. "Jack, why were you there in Russia?"

"I was just passing through, bringing the snow. This was before I met the Guardians so I was a bit of a mischief maker."

"You, never." I commented sarcastically.

He glared at me, then continued.

"As I came through this really isolated part village, I heard a baby crying." His eyes closed at the memory, eyebrows scrunching together as though in physical discomfort. "I remember, it was such a painful sound. It felt like, when heard it, someone was trying to rip out my heart. I even crashed into a tree when I first heard it. That's how much of a real pain it caused. So I followed it to a house in the woods.

A window on the bottom floor had been busted open and there was screaming coming from inside. I went in and there was a wolf and a woman. She... She was dead. But someone was still crying. And there, in a crib was a tiny new born baby. The wolf was heading towards it, and I knew it wouldn't stand a chance. I drove it back with my staff. No one had been able to see me in... Well ever at that time. But, not knowing what else to do, I reached for the kid... and... it connected."

A smile spread across Jack's face, like he was re-living the moment. "It was the first time I had held and even touched anyone as long as I had been Jack Frost. As I blasted the wolf back, I could feel how warm the kid was. So full of life but so tiny and fragile. It wasn't crying anymore. The little baby had fallen asleep while everything else was going on. The wolf finally ran, but it was too late for the Mom. I didn't know what else to do, so I took the baby and got out of there."

He looked at me, his eyes beaming. "I looked after you that night Natalia, and it was one of the happiest night of my life before I became a Guardian. I had someone to talk to, an actual person to hold close, someone who could see me. And all this time, it was you, and I never knew."

My story tellers mind went off somewhere, far away. What if Jack had kept me with him all those years ago? Would both of our lives have been happier?

"But I had to give you back to the people at the house. They were your family and it would have been selfish to keep you just so I had someone to talk to. Anyway, I couldn't provide what you needed and the cold could have killed you. So I wrapped you in my cloak, which I had before I was Jack Frost and left you on the doorstep for your, I now know, Grandma to find."

"And I have been meaning to return it," came a think Russian voice from the door.

We both looked. Babushka held a piece of brown material in her hands. It looked decades old, maybe centuries.

"You kept it," said Jack astounded.

"But ove course," said Babushka. "I knew von day ve vould see you again, so I thought it vould only be good to return it."

She handed it to him. The marital was hard wearing leather, comfy and made to last. Jack's fingers traced the stitches, so skillfully and neatly done that it would have taken hours to complete.

"My Mom made me this," he said softly. "I remember that now. She made it for my birthday, whenever that was."

He looked up at Babushka, "спасибо." Meaning "Thank you." In Russian.

Babushka kissed the top of his head and headed back into the kitchen.

"You speak Russian?" I said in shock.

Jack shrugged, "after hanging round the North Pole, you pick things up."

"Well then, put it on then."

The winter spirit slung the cape round his shoulders. It looked a little weird with his blue hoody, but that didn't matter. It was completely and utterly his. And I kind of liked it, not just because of its history but because of its story.

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When we got back to my house I said goodnight to Jack, promising to talk soon. Jack told me it wouldn't be for a couple of days. 'Guardian stuff' he said. I would be fine without his company for that time, I told myself and him. It's not like I relied on him for everything. I'd be fine, right?

I flopped down on my bed. My brain had shut down. I was exhausted. But it was more than that. With all the information I had gotten in the last few days and indeed hours, I couldn't cope. I was done. Physically and mentally done. I just could not take it anymore. I had been annoyed, excited, terrified and confused more in the last 4 days then I had ever been in my 15 years and 11 months of life. And it was all thanks to one boy. One amazing, inexplicable, infuriating, baffling, funny, curious, dangerous, bewildering boy. I had gotten closer to him in that time than anyone else in my entire life. And you know what, that scared me like hell. More than anything else in this world, and it hurt too. Because I knew that one day he would have to leave me like he had before. Like my Mother.

But even though this was screaming in my head I felt... Safe. I know this sounds weird but I did. I felt excited and happy. These feelings had been absent every day of my life, replaced with loneliness and worry, until the night I met Jack. From then on they had been with me every moment. Like a comforting embrace around my life, a constant that would not let go.

My head was a jumble, like cutlery in the tumble dryer. Full of noise and confusion. So I did what I always do when I'm over whelmed. I picked up my pencil and began to draw.