Lol. Okay, so, once again I've stolen a pairing from my sister, guiltily fallen kiiiind of in love with it, and then decided what better to do then write another fic about it? Haha and like everything I try to do, this has just turned into a continuous project rather than a final product!

I'll apologize for the title because it is just plain awful, buuut since there are only like eight fics for this story I'm hoping people will over look that XD. Additionally, this part is kind of pro-logeish, and intentionally short; because I'm trying to get a feel for where exactly I'm going to take this.

Also; the rating is M for safety's sake and is subject to change; but I tend to try and follow more mature plot lines lol and because i do looovee to be descriptive...teehee. ANYWAYS, read it, review it, tell me what you think so far and I'm gonna try to get the first, full chapter underway!

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Wisdom Teeth.

The baby teeth had come and gone, losing lateral incisors and coughing up canines like quarters for a gumball machine; the decision was as effortless as it was involuntary, and he'd spent them recklessly. Forming the fragments of enameled memories that soon decayed and fell away, they left a mouth of perfect pearly whites as secondary replacements.

Although almost identical they were imposters, and would never substitute what he'd lost. They were bigger and brighter than before, but where baby teeth had cavities carved throughout their curvatures, these had matured flawlessly and almost falsely. They were sturdy, but empty, holding nothing more than themselves in place.

Jack sighed, wishing there was more feeling to breathe in rather than the emptiness that kept him constantly composed within chambers of crystallized karma. "It's a bitch," frosted lips muttered aloud, kicking clumps of freshly fallen snow, and clenching his staff as if to transfer all the pressure. There was nothing easy about losing who you were, even if it was only for a little while; and his memories had long since fallen away like snowflakes—fast, fleeting, and frozen.

Grounding his teeth together in place of words he couldn't form, Jack felt his heart constricting into the catalyst of an upcoming cold front. When it rained, it poured—but when Jack Frost cried, everything froze. It was a terrible transition for a teenager; falling between the fissures of icebergs his emotions had formed.

They matched the literal masses he'd spread throughout the arctic in every way; they were jagged, imperfect, and deceiving. Breaking through the surface level just barely, Jack was only shown in his most simple form, disguising the true symmetry that moved slowly and undetected, always giving him the impression he was standing still. He had always underestimated himself, and so had the world; which left both at the mercy of momentum—a momentum with the strength to smother forests in unbroken strides and sink whole cities into the incalculable depths.

I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted this to happen, pressured thoughts began pounding and Jack's eyes darted around the emptiness in search of something he knew he wouldn't find—a friend.

The word alone was enough to kill him, but immortality wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He had died once, but fate had something more formidable in mind, and instead of leaving him to rest in peace it shattered him in pieces. Disrupted and disoriented, every time Jack attempted to embody his past life, the entity refused him, and the struggle had eventually left him numb.

Somewhere beneath the pale, milky skin however, a heart still beat, almost mockingly, forcing him to remember he was still very much alive. Life—he had never hated something so furiously, because somehow he felt as if he wasn't good enough for it. Why else would they have taken away his and then left him to live in this empty shell that had been outgrowing him for ages? It was supposed to be the other way around—you were supposed to grow up and grow out of things when they no longer fit—but somehow he had remained unchanging and the world outgrew him instead. He was like the extra piece to a puzzle that went out of print—he would never fit anywhere.

Drawing in another steady breath, he wished desperately to disappear, but the delicate, slender container clenched in his right hand was weighing him down. Five fingers furled around it even more tightly, and he could feel the intricate glass designs creating impressions against his skin. They were all there; all except for his Wisdom Teeth. The consequence of what he may find there never seemed to outweigh the risk of removing them, but he was beginning to lose sight of himself again, fearing that eventually he'd have no choice.

Turning the capsule in circles, thoughtfully in front of his face, several frosted auras of aquamarine traced its outlines as iridescent shades of indigo and amethyst rose and fell in a spectrum of shapes; his memories shifting around inside like images in a kaleidoscope. He knew them all by heart, knew ever still-frame, every living breathing second he once shared with them; but their presence was always fading; his presence was always fading.

You said you wouldn't ever leave me, Jack considered sadly, pressing his finger softly against a small, golden latch as the doors of multicolored glass popped open to reveal an array of old friends. Closing his eyes, the selection was preformed at random, running his fingertip along the soft, smooth surfaces and then bracing himself when the motion stopped and one tooth sank through the red-velvet.

Elevating overhead in spectacular frequencies of light, Jack's vision fractured as they burst into flames around him, melting every inch of snow until he could see the whole island burning.

"Get out of here," someone shouted through the smoke.

Jack squinted his eyes, but couldn't see. "No. I wont leave you."

"It's not a fucking question," the other boy had shouted, more forcefully than ever before. "There isn't any time left."

Brown eyes clouded with combustion and Jack knew he was right, but his heart and his head had gone to war with each other, and all his limbs had been paralyzed in the crossfire. "I-I can't," he stuttered his vocals betraying every syllable with fear.

Met with an aggravated sigh, the face emerging more closely into his line of vision was torn between the time they never had, and the emotions they struggled to express. "I'm serious Jack, this isn't time for your antics, the whole island is burning, and people are dying."

He knew that already, the smell of charring flesh was inescapable and was curdling throughout the air, mixing in with the swirls and flashes of smoke and fire surrounding them. "Let me come with you," he begged, losing sight of his confidence, and sinking under the weight of guilt.

"No."

"Hiccup, please…"

Several skinny hands reached forward and slammed against the others chest, pushing him backward with a strength Jack couldn't remember him having. "GO," he screamed.

Jack's eyes had gone helpless, "But—."

"NOW," he interjected, but Jack was somehow frozen amidst the heat.

"You can't make me," he attempted to argue, but Hiccup was becoming Stoic more and more every day, and Jack couldn't keep up.

"I swear to god Jack," there were tears beginning to form, as Hiccup struggled to remain in the false skin of his father that had never quiet fit him, "I'm this close to letting Toothless blast you if you don't get the fuck out of here."

"Okay…" It was a soft sound, soft and sad, and so excruciating that it was unbelievable. He could hear the heavy puffs of steam come at him as the dragon broke into a forewarning grunt, transposing with the sound of the other's falling back as the legendary beast broke through their last remaining defenses, and spread forth a frayed canvas of leathery scales as the skeleton of wings shadowed every conceivable inch of Berk…

"I have to go," Hiccup's head shook away second doubts, jumping onto his dragon before Jack could open his mouth and dissuade him.

His heart seemed to break, and he watched his best-friend ascend into the hurricane of inferno and electricity that crashed together in bursts of blue and clashed within a raging current of red. The struggle was snapping his heartstrings, and Jack ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction until his vision began to distort and the sights in front of him disappeared in little dots, until the world was black and he lost sight of everything….