A/N: Okay, there wasn't originally going to be another chapter, but after AyameKitsune's sweet little request I have decided to make one. Please keep in mind that this may not be too good since, as mentioned before, there wasn't supposed to be another chapter, the story just wasn't set up for that. Enjoy.

P.S. I am so sorry this took so long. I've been a little more than busy.

He visited her grave every day. It was still painful to think about her, painful to think about the life she would never have. Jack sometimes wondered if he ever would have been able to stop her death, prevent it somehow.

But, no. That just would not do. The Man in the Moon had already decided Lexi's fate, there was no preventing her death. That didn't stop Jack from imagining 'what if' scenarios.

What if he had gone to meet her that day?

What if he had searched harder?

What if he had found her in the hospital?

Would it have changed anything? Probably not, it most likely would have made him feel worse about not being able to save her.

He felt completely alone again, as though Jaime and the Guardians had never met him. He felt like he was invisible, to all but the blind girl he met at his pond.

But she was not there anymore. She would no longer be there to reassure him that he was not invisible. She would never again use her hands as her eyes. She would never again touch his face gently to see what his mood was that day. She would never laugh again. She would never smile again. She would never find the one that the other mortal girls talked on and on about. She would never get the chance to have children. Her life had ended before it had really had a chance to begin.

At first, there were tears that would never stop. Then, there was anger and rage. Finally, there was resignation. He gave up feeling anything. He was glad he knew the full story, but that didn't make it any better. It didn't bring her back. He had no choice but to live an eternity knowing that he could never allow himself to feel an affection so strong as that ever again, lest he risk the person's death and agony.

Several years passed. Jaime was far away in college, having forgotten Jack once he reached his late teen years. Jack remained, alone but for the dysfunctional family that hardly ever met. He remained at his pond, the wind howling its sorrows for its lonely boy. He remained for her. He watched over her brothers as they grew up. The younger, Jake, was in high school, though he remained haunted by his sister's passing. The elder, Jasper, had fled from his home as soon as he was eighteen. Jack had a difficult time tracking him down, but when he did he wished he hadn't. Jasper had fallen hard. The boy had turned to drugs and alcohol to try and erase the pain of many years, and the guilt of his lack of kindness towards Lexi. Jack had left him be once he saw how far Jasper had fallen.

Now Jack was visiting her grave once more. The headstone was wind-whipped and worn. It was eternally frozen. Kyo of the Summer, Marian of the Spring, and Jason of the Fall never touched the grave. They knew what it meant to Jack, and for that he was eternally grateful. The people of Burgess said the grave never thawed because Winter had fallen in love with the kind young girl, though most said so in passing and never really thought anything of it, this was the twenty-first century.

Maybe they were right. Maybe, just maybe, Winter really had fallen in love with Alexis Strauss.

Jack shook his head. He knew what his feelings were, he had asked North about it once; the strange, warm feeling that used to bubble up in his chest whenever he saw her, and now the hollow emptiness that ached whenever he thought of her, saw her grave, watched her family mourn her on her birthday, whenever he spoke her name. North had laughed and told him it was indeed love, but he would always sober up and murmur that Valentine was a cruel, sick spirit to have done such a thing. Jack had never met Valentine before, but he was never spiteful towards what she (or he) had done. If anything, he was grateful that he had been given this feeling of...love. Jack had always wondered if Lexi had loved him back, or if it was just a friendship that she felt.

Jack floated towards the icy grave. The words on it were worn from the wind and rain and tears that attacked them. But he still knew what they said, he had long ago memorized the epitaph.

He carried with him the brightest of red roses that he (Bunny had found them and given them to Jack, knowing the flowers would look rather beautiful on a certain grave) could find, on the tips of the roses were frozen dewdrops. Jack had heard that roses were the flowers of love. He didn't care that she was dead, he knew she would somehow know.

"Hey, Lexi," he called in the silence. "I...um- I brought you flowers. I know the other girls seem to really like getting flowers." He lapsed into silence. This was a bad idea. Who knew who could be listening in? He took a deep breath. "Listen, I-I don't know how to put this, but I," He gulped, swallowing his fear. "I lo-"

"Stop."

Jack whipped around. "Who's there?"

A woman walked out of a newly gathered mist and fog. She was unlike any other woman Jack had ever seen before. She was the definition of mortal beauty and perfection: her long, lightly tanned legs moved with a grace unknown to any mortal, her body made a perfect hourglass shape (though, that may have been due to the corset she wore), he face was angular and sharp, her lips were redder than any rouge or ruby, her hair was a sleek, raven black that cascaded over her shoulders in loose ringlets and showered down her back to her waist. It was her eyes that captured attention though. Her eyes were like amethysts bathed in the fires of Hell itself, they were frightening, and demanded attention.

"You know my name, Jack Frost," she said in a silky smooth voice.

"I don't, " he replied.

She pouted, but Jack saw through her little human-like ways. This was a rouse, she was tricking him, trying to make him think she was harmless. "I'm hurt, Jack. Honestly, you've wounded me. I don't think my poor, delicate heart can take this." She put the back of her hand on her forehead, and for a second Jack thought she would faint, just a second.

"Are you . . . Cupid . . .?"

The woman snapped up so fast she could've broken her neck. "Cupid? Cupid?!" she hissed. "I'm not Cupid! I'm Davina Valentine! I'm the true Spirit of Love and Joy!" Her face was mere centimeters from his. She had sharp canines bared at him, her nostrils flared. And her eyes. They were terrifying. The mild red-orange in them flared up and nearly drowned out the amethyst.

But, controlling her brief flash of rage, she composed herself once more. She straightened the red skirt poking out of her corset-like outfit. She adjusted the large, clunky, but still somehow tasteful goggles resting on her gray fedora. She seated herself on a nearby headstone. "Ah, but what a simple mistake to make. I can't fault you for not knowing any better," she cooed at him. "You were about to confess your love to this here mortal, weren't you?" she questioned, one of her perfect black eyebrows slid upwards in a way that let Jack know that she already knew the answer to her question.

"Yeah," Jack answered cautiously. He wasn't sure if he could completely trust Davina, North didn't seem to trust or like her. "What's it to you?"

She looked shocked that he would even think of asking her that. "Why, Jack, I'm the Spirit of Love! Of course anything with love has something to do with me!" She scooted off the rock gracefully, and practically glided next to him. "Besides, wouldn't you rather she knew of your confession?"

Jack eyed her warily. "She's dead. What could you possibly do?"

She smiled a sickly sweet smile at him, as if he were just some overly naïve child that needed a reality check. "Oh, Jack, there isn't much I can't do. All you have to do is say the word. Then she'll be back. Just. Like. That." She snapped her fingers for effect.

Jack swiveled his head to watch her as she circled him. "And what's the catch?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked, Jack!" She really did look excited. "The 'catch' is that you'll only have a minute with her. Then poof!" She clapped her hands and got in his face. "Gone forever! I won't ever be able to bring her back again." She looked at him closely. "So what's it gonna be, Jackie dearest? Just say the word."

Jack didn't even hesitate. "Yes! Do it! Bring her back!"

Davina smiled that sickly sweet smile again. "That's what I'd hoped you'd say." Her eyes flashed a malevolent red and orange. She grabbed his arm and brought out a knife with her left hand. "There's a price to pay with Dark magic, Jackie dearest!" She drove the knife into his forearm and plunged it all the way through. Jack screamed but couldn't break her grip. "This is what you wanted, Jack!" She placed her red, red lips next to his ear. "Magic isn't free, Jackie!" She twisted the knife for emphasis.

The world spun around Jack. He was nauseous and light-headed. He wanted to collapse, but Davina was forcefully holding him up. His arm was sluggishly bleeding dark red blood. Leaves and dirt and rocks whipped around him. The moon seemed to shine too bright. Everything was too loud and too quiet all at once.

Then there was nothing. Davina was gone, the graveyard was gone. It was all just . . . nothing. One big expanse of white noise and empty space.

He looked around. "Hello?" he called. Nothing, not even an echo. He looked at his arm, which had ceased to hurt. It was completely healed, there wasn't even a scar. "Anybody?" he tried again. Jack sighed, realizing that he was all alone.

Davina had probably tricked him. He shouldn't have trusted her. Now he knew better, though that was useless as he was never getting out of this place.

"Jack?"

He whipped around, frantically searching for the source of the voice. A voice that he had thought that he'd never hear again. It was so gentle and sweet and kind, just like he remembered.

"Lexi?" He searched frantically, looking for any sign of the girl he had accidentally fallen for.

"Jack? Where are you?"

He continued to look, zipping here and there. "I'm here! I'm here! I'm coming, Lexi!"

"Where are you, Jack?"

He shouted desperately for her again and again. Still, she did not seem to find him, nor did he find her.

"ALEXIS!" It was a desperate last attempt, but still worth a try.

It seemed to Jack that he imagined it all. He had lost his mind, that's what happened. He sighed, defeated. His minute was almost up anyway.

A soft, warm hand placed itself on his shoulder. He whipped around.

There she was. His angel, his friend, his lost love. She smiled just as he remembered it, friendly, warm, open, caring.

"Jack."

"Lexi," he began, awestruck. "I need to tell you something."

She floated closer to him. "So do I, but you first."

Nodding, he braced himself for regection. "I...I think I love you."

Her ghostly translucent cheeks flushed with color. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. She cartoonish like that.

"That's...that's wonderful!" she shouted with joy. She tackled Jack in a hug, kissing his cheek, not even flinching at his horribly cold skin. "I think I love you too."

Jack embraced her, knowing he only had seconds.

There they stood, bodies entangled so that one could barely tell when Jack ended and Lexi began. Jack felt homself slipping back into his world, the pain in his arm returning. He held tighter to her. She was the only world he wanted, the only person he wanted to spend eternity with.

"See you soon, Jack," she mumbled into his neck.

"Goodbye," he whispered back.

He cried, feeling himself slip away, losing her again. This time it would be permanent.

Jack woke up to a sickly familiar voice, one he now hated and liked.

"So how are you, Jackie dearest?"

Ignoring the Spirit, he got up, laid the flowers on Lexi's grave, an started floating away.

"Ooh, a bit sore, are we?" She was bouncing alongside him in a playful and childish way. "Did you tell her? Did she tell you?"

Something inside Jack snapped from the built up stress. "Why do you care, witch?"

Her facial expression became something akin to shock and hurt. "I'm the Spirit of Love and Joy. It's basically my job to make sure people find their soul mates."

"So you were perfectly happy sit and watch as a perfectly innocent and kind person was ripped from the world?" Jack was tired of her switching between serious and childish personae, he wanted the truth.

"No, there was nothing I could do. I'm not allowed to interfere with Lunar's plans, no one is." Jack would have thought he saw her eyes misting up of it weren't for the fact that he knew she wasn't that sensitive. "I wanted to save her. No one deserves that fate."

"I don't believe you." Jack continued to stalk away.

She floated beside him, apparently no longer happy enough to bounce around. "I'm telling the truth, but...it's okay that you don't believe me." She looked away."I wouldn't."

He felt pity for her, she seemed genuinely sorry, but that didn't excuse her actions earlier.

"Just...leave me alone, okay?"

She nodded, resting her hand on his head for a fraction of a second. "Call of you need anything, Jackie." She smiled and floated away, eventually disappearing in a shoop! noise.

It was all just to comprehend. Jack needed time to think, to heal. He called to the wind, streaking past entire cities and landmarks. He didn't know where he was, he didn't care. He just wanted some breathing room while he thought and pondered over this newly acquired information.

He flew past an ice rink. On it a boy was showing another boy, this one blind, how to skate. The blind boy fell, and when the other boy picked him up, they kissed, a gentle and loving touch of lips. They stayed together on the ice rink, connected by their lips and hands twisted around the other's.

Now here you are,

And here I am.

Two souls lost,

But now we're found again.

I feel like I ended it too quickly. How about you guys? What did you think of Davina by the way? Anyway, read and review.

Dove, out.