The rating might go up, depending on which direction I take this in. Just remember that for now, the main focus, while being a shipping fic, is on the /development/ of their relationship which means a lot more frustration and 'omgjustkisshimalready' and not too much...'action', per se.

[It started with a simple knock at the window and gust of brisk air.

If it had been introduced to Jamie by anything more, then it could be considered something like an adventure, but that's impossible. Adventures don't happen to little boys with knobby knees or gap-teeth. It was something else. Something entirely different, but not in the least less exciting. Instead of finding himself battling off one thousand evil pirates, he found his blood pounding in his ears for different reasons. He caught his breath, not when his loyal companion dangled perilously off the edge of a cliff, but rather with each brush of cold air against his skin. It's true, the majority of the dialogue was kept wrapped up in his head (all the things he would've wished to voice, had he possessed the kind of courage that only catches up the main character towards the end of their quest) but the important things were said, all the same]

Things like, "Oi. Bookworm!"

Jamie tore his eyes away from the Unexplained Enigmas of the Mid West to see a familiar shock of white hair bobbing outside his bedroom window. When Jack had to tap against the frosted glass again, Jamie was spurred into action. He dumped the hardcover on his bed unceremoniously and leaped nearly the entire distance to the windowsill. He took a second to cringe at the loud thump emanating from his room at the clumsy landing, but thankfully, the TV was still turned up too loud for his parents to stir. With a wide grin, Jamie shoved his window open and immediately shivered at the freezing cold shower of snowflakes he got for the trouble.

"Jack! You're here al-"

"…took you long enough, I've been knocking for-"

"…but it's not even November! It shouldn't be snowing yet, you're-"

"…mean do you know how difficult it is to just kind of hover in place for a-"

"…not complaining, but pretty soon, people are going to be wondering about this almost constant snowfall, and if you're discovered, then-"

"…is great and all, but it's kind of like running down a hill – easy to get going but really hard to just stay still, and your window isn't that big of a target so-"

"…plus if I miss too much school I'll end up failing everything, so maybe cut back on the snow days or-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did you just-"

Jamie realised his mistake immediately when Jack stopped inspecting his book case and whirled in surprise, "No! I love snow days! I didn't think you were listening…"

"So you tried to give me a heart attack?" Jack joked, clutching his chest in mock pain and then feinting into mid-air. He followed through with the motion, turning to glide horizontally towards Jamie's new ant farm on his bedside table. He tapped the glass experimentally which sent the ants into a messy frenzy. Jack's eyes widened and his smile grew wider so he leaned closer, poking the display at different points and laughing when the ants would change direction, mid-hurry.

"I'm just trying to think about my education," Jamie replied in a mock-proud tone. It was one of the only conversation topics that his parents would breach nowadays. Sure, he supposed seventh grade was important, but compared to an entire day filled with snowball fights and hot chocolate, it was a prison.

"Aren't you a little young for all that planning-ahead stuff?" Jack asked absently, still paying rapt attention to the ants. They had worked themselves up into such a panic that the larger majority of them were standing stock-still in the middle of the farm, preparing themselves for their inevitable doom.

"Yes," Jamie replied sullenly, "But it's all I hear now."

His change in tone seemed to catch Jack's attention, because he glanced up from the glass and caught Jamie's eye with a large smile.

"Not from me," he chuckled, floating almost gracefully over to the boy, "How about you grab your coat and we forget about school for a while?"

Jamie's spirits lifted exponentially at that. He had already been 'tucked in' for the night so his parents shouldn't be poking their heads inside his door any time soon. If he stuffed his pillows under his sheets just so, it would mean they'd be fooled from any angle. Unless, of course, they lifted up the blanket, but Jamie knew how to make a very convincing body-lookalike.

"R-right! Give me a sec! I need, uh…jacket, jacket…aha!" Jamie stumbled back over to his bed and snagged the stuffed giraffe he'd won at the last summer festival on his way. He nearly lost his balance, trying to stuff his arm into the coat while arranging his blankets so that every inch of 'him' was covered, but he managed both with only a stubbed toe. Jamie was halfway towards his window when he remembered his gloves and hat, and turned back around to search for another two painful minutes. By the time he found them, Jack was sitting patiently on the windowsill, tapping his staff gently against the wall. Tiny spider webs of frost crawled up the plaster from the places where Jack's heels rested and he was absently drumming his fingers in time with a tune Jamie couldn't hear.

"Ready?" He asked, and Jamie nodded enthusiastically in response.

Jack fell back, out of the window and in automatic response Jamie darted forward to see where he had gone. When he leaned out, he saw Jack rise back up into his vision and motioned to his back, "Want a ride?"

"Like a piggyback?"

"Exactly like one."

Jamie clambered onto the windowsill, perched like a weird bird. His elbows stuck out at odd angles and his right knee dug into his ribcage uncomfortably.

"Alright…"

Jack sidled up next to the house and started rising up, closer to the window.

"All aboard!" He called with a whistle for added effect and Jamie stifled a laugh. It would be terrible form to wake the neighbours with nothing to show for it but the Bennett's kid flying through some divine act of comedy.

Slowly, Jamie reached out his arms and tried to ignore the slight tremble in them. This was further out of his window than he'd prefer to be, but thankfully, his hands met with a steady blue hoodie before any thoughts of falling to…well not his death, technically, but that's hard to remember when you're suspended in mid-air by a manifestation of collective belief. He tightened his fingers the second they felt the chilled material in his grasp and he shut his eyes when his feet left the wooden sill. For a heart stopping second, his legs dangled over empty air, then one of Jack's arms twisted behind him and scooped them up, around his torso so that Jaime could hold on with something other than his clumsy, glove-clad hands. It took him a moment, but finally, Jamie thought to realise that he was currently hovering in the air – flying.

Sure, he had done so before, during his run in with Pitch, but while he and the guardians were not under the threat of world domination, it seemed a lot more enjoyable.

"You ready?" Jack asked and when Jamie replied with an unsteady, 'yes', he twisted and shot towards the horizon with a whoop.

It took Jamie an entire twenty seconds to unglue his eyelids and when he did, the first thing he found, was that maybe he should have brought snow goggles. The wind tore at his hair and stung the skin on his face. He felt the bite of the cold even through his winter coat since Jack was almost as chilled as a snowman and the feel of dipping and swerving with the air currents left him a tad unsteady.

Nevertheless, he opened his mouth in amazement as city lights blurred together below them and a full, three hundred and sixty degree view of the horizon was splayed out before him.

"Having fun, Jamie?" Jack called back in curiosity.

Jamie nodded at first, then mentally hit himself when he realised Jack couldn't see him. Instead, he choked out a simple, 'wow' which just made Jack grin and turn his head back to where they were headed. Their destination, by the looks of it, was a large hill with a dense forest to the south approaching rapidly.

Sure enough, Jack angled down and glided to a smooth, running stop atop the hill despite the snow that tried to trip the pair up. The second his feet touched the ground, Jamie slid from his back and stumbled for a moment before catching himself and staring up at what he now realised was a cubby house built into the tree line. He'd not seen it from the air since the canopy had shielded it from view but now that his feet were planted firmly on the ground, Jamie decided that he could quite happily live here permanently.

The house before him could be considered nothing less than a masterpiece of carpentry and design. There were two cubby houses, actually, but they were connected by a rope bridge. The structures were made of simple wood, but had somehow survived the weather and did not look rotten yet. There were tin rooves on each. The metal was pockmarked but there were no gaping holes and the rope ladders leading up to the entrances looked sturdy as well. So did the slide-exits.

With a large grin stealing over his expression, Jamie turned to Jack in order to express his excitement, only to find the spot where the guardian had previously stood was empty. Instead, there was a small pile of snowballs, their intent clear. Sure enough, the second Jamie had one in his hand he heard a loud war cry from the cubby house nearest him and he turned to see a white ball sailing towards him. It connected with a flurry of snow and ice and when Jamie wiped the excess from his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Jack leaning out the window of the house. He ducked down behind the wall before Jaime could retaliate and another snowball was thrown like a grenade, with deadly precision over Jack's shoulder. Jaime managed to dodge with a shout of laughter and surprise, before he finally scooped up his loot of ammo and charged towards the rope ladder, dodging projectiles all the way.

It was a tricky job, climbing the ladder with one arm nursing a bundle of snowballs, but somehow he managed. Of course, by the time Jamie reached the top they had wilted slightly but they were sturdy enough to pelt at the laughing boy taking cover behind a rickety fold-up table on the other side of the room. Jack managed to avoid all but one of Jaime's shots, and he returned the volleys threefold but Jaime was out the door and running across the bridge before Jack realised he'd lost his target.

Jaime clambered into the second cubby house, taking a second to notice the hardwood structure and the ladder leading up, through the centre of the roof. Its destination wasn't obvious, but Jamie decided he'd need a pretty great escape route in order to avoid any more of Jack's snowballs. He hefted himself up onto the mini-stage which the ladder stemmed from and began climbing fervently. He was nearly at the top when he heard Jack burst into the room below him with his cry stuttering to a stop at the sight of an empty cubby.

"Jamie?" He asked into the silent room.

"Up here, slow poke!" Jamie called down around his stifled laughter, "You'll have to be faster than that to catch me!"

Jack whipped his head up so quickly Jamie heard it crack from the ceiling. He heard Jack's excited laughter at the challenge and turned his attention back to climbing through the hole in the roof. When he poked his head out of the opening, the first thing he saw was another platform of wood above him. Thankfully, the ladder continued through a hole in that as well, so he didn't have to dangle over the trees to investigate. Jamie pulled himself up, over the edge of the platform and rolled over carefully to find his nose in open air. There was a railing for protection, but that was about it for safety. With shaking hands that had nothing to do with the cold, Jamie hoisted himself into a standing position and breathed out slowly. It seemed he was level with the top of the canopy and he could see for miles in every direction.

The snow blanketing the tree tops was pristine and untouched and above him, a pirate flag whipped about in the wind. He grinned at the touch the owners of these houses had added and silently applauded their style. He too, would have gone with the Jolly Rodger.

"Admiring the view?" A voice taunted from behind him.

Jaime turned around very carefully, subconsciously aware that the circular platform waved slightly with the breeze.

"Ha! As if! I was just luring you up here!"

Jack laughed at Jamie's obvious lie and Jamie grudgingly chuckled too. It was kind of hard to deny that the sight-seeing opportunity was something else entirely. Especially since he was sure that his eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"To do what, may I ask, oh awe-inspiring one?" Jack asked with mock terror, raising his hands in surrender.

"To…uh…to trap you!" Jamie exclaimed, pulling an invisible sword from the waistband of his snow pants. He pointed the tip over Jack's heart and pulled a threatening face.

"Oh heavens no!" Jack cried without missing a beat. He cowered and leaned back over the railing as far as gravity would allow.

"That's right, you…uh…rapscallion! I have you cornered now! There's no escape!" Jamie exclaimed advancing slowly and with as much menace as he could conjure. He called up memories of reading about all the 'bad guys' in his books. There was Voldemort and Rasputin. Captain Hook and Black Beard. Darth Vader, Hannibal Lecter and Count Olaf. Jamie imagined them during their moments of triumph and tried his hardest to strut slowly across the platform. He puffed out his chest and smirked as if he knew something his foe didn't.

"Oh, please, your fearsomness! Spare me!"

"I'm afraid I can't! You're too much trouble!" Jamie raised his sword above Jack's head and he saw Jack fighting down a grin. He too, was barely managing to keep a straight face, but he continued anyway, "any last words?"

"Please! Nooooo!" Jack trailed off dramatically when Jamie brought his sword down and cut through Jack's chest. He smiled as the other boy choked and clutched at his heart like he was in pain. Jaime watched him fall backwards off his perch on the railing, in perfectly executed slow motion. In excitement, Jamie dashed forward to see his decent but when he looked over there was nothing there besides tree tops. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Jamie turned and found Jack's serious expression next to where he held his own invisible cutlass to Jamie's throat.

"Bested by justice once again, my old nemesis," Jack drawled with a twitch of his lips.

"Hey no fair! You're not supposed to be able to fly!" Jamie complained, accepting defeat by raising his hands in surrender.

"I think you'll find it comes in the job description," Jack replied, sheathing his sword.

"Job description?" Jamie asked curiously.

"Ah, never mind. It's just an expression," Jack waved his confusion off absently, before rising up into the air to glance around at the cubbies, "So what do you think of the place?"

"Is it yours!?" Jamie asked excitedly, suddenly realising that it could very well be home to Jack when the spirit wasn't freezing over entire continents.

"Oh, nah, I don't live here, if that's what you mean," Jack replied with a sigh, "It used to belong to this group of kids. They don't come around anymore, though."

"What? Why not?" Jamie asked, scandalized by the idea that kids his age would give up such an amazing hideout, "This is a work of art!"

"Well…they're not really kids anymore. Last I saw of the leader of their group, he was working in some car repair garage."

"Oh," Jamie sat down when a particularly strong gust of wind rocked him up onto his toes for balance and at his disappointed tone of voice Jack glanced over from where he lay on the railing.

"It's not that bad. I mean, now other kids can use it, right? Be a shame to let such a sweet set up like this rot in the woods forever…"

Jamie caught the sidelong glance that Jack shot him quickly and he got the feeling that as much as Jack was passing off the abandonment of the old cubby houses as nothing, he was a fair bit less-okay with it than he would have Jamie believe.

"How far is this place from my house?" Jamie wondered out loud. He'd spent the majority of their trip over with his eyes glued firmly shut against the wind.

"About an hour's walking distance," Jack replied with a gleam in his eyes that suggested he was cautiously growing enthusiastic in Jamie's interest, "Well I think it would be. I don't really walk much."

"Oh. Right," Jamie was silent for a moment, trying to decide whether or not he'd be able to convince his friends to walk for an entire hour for the promise of the best tree-house in history. When his past experiences dealing with his group offered up resounding support, he didn't stop the small smile that crept to his expression when he saw Jack's happiness at the question, "Do you think I could come back some time with my friends?"

Jack's expression brightened and he nodded enthusiastically, "of course! Definitely! If you bring your friends down, I'll have some ammo waiting."

"Really?! We could set up a fort on the ground level, under each house and have floor to canopy battles!" Jamie began excitedly.

"Yes! And if you make that bridge detachable, you'd have two separate sides!"

"…and we'd use the pulleys to get the snowballs and ice up to the cubbies-"

"…pretty sure you could aim really well out of a window, or from up here, you'd be able to take out so many-"

"…but you can just make them so whichever side you're on will totally win-"

"…and you could make flags to show which side is which-"

"…then we'd be able to play capture the flag as well, or – or-"

"…you'd have to make sure the railing was up to scratch with so much ice around-"

"…we could build another lookout tower, or a walkway through the trees, and-"

"…or that could just be part of the fun! Or…maybe not-"

"…I don't know where I'll get all the stuff to make it from, but I'm sure we'd be able to build a dungeon for the scoundrels that-"

"…could add some of those bars that people swing on to get other places. Closer to the ground, of course, but it'd be great for daring escapes or-"

"…totally hold feats and stuff! Like in The Knights of the Round Table, but only on special occasions, like Christmas…or Boxing Day since mom would never let me out of the house for Christmas Dinner. Of course, we would have to find somewhere to keep some food and things, since Monty eats like a pig – that's not to say that I don't either but he really wolfs it down if you know what I mean. Especially apples. I mean I don't know what his deal is but he loves them so we have to stock the place with heaps of apples, and sandwiches since that's all Caleb ever eats, and Claude will eat anything he sees and…and…"

Jamie trailed off, as his churning imagination finally slowed down enough for his composure to catch up. Jack had stopped his own tirade of ideas already and was simply smiling at Jamie upside down from where he was lying on the railing. As Jamie slowly stopped his words from tumbling out, Jack sat up and turned to face the same direction as Jamie.

"We've got some work to do. Don't we?" He asked quietly.

Jamie nodded, feeling the effects of his adrenaline rush already seeping away. He kept his eyes fixed on the white tree tops and watched as a breeze swept small puffs of snow into the air. The motion of the lookout platform swaying slightly in time with their surroundings was much calmer when Jamie was firmly seated against one of the poles in the railing. Plus he could see Jack's staff resting across the other boy's stomach out of the corner of his eye and Jamie was well informed about the powers that it granted Jack - specifically the ability to fly. If he did fall, Jamie was content with the knowledge that Jack wouldn't let him continue to do so for long enough to cause injury…well permanent injury, anyway.

"By the looks of it, you also got some sleep to catch up with," Jack noted when Jamie accidentally let a yawn sneak through his guard.

"What? No! I can stay up longer! We should start fixing up that bridge now, or-"

Jack laughed when Jamie was cut off by another unwanted yawn, and it was then that Jamie decided to relent. Now that he wasn't spurred on to run around madly, his eyelids were feeling awfully heavy.

"Seems like I should be getting you home, Jamie," Jack spoke quietly and Jamie just nodded in acceptance.

"I – yeah, okay. Are we going to fly again?" He asked with as much excitement as he could muster. Even though he had gotten more than one bug in his teeth, Jamie had decided that flying had been the coolest experience of his life, so far.

"Well unless you wanted to walk," Jack joked, pulling himself to his feet and helping Jamie up with a pull.

"Let's fly," Jamie agreed.

Jack lowered himself so that Jamie could reach his hands over Jack's shoulders and then helped Jamie up with a slight jump. That elicited tiny squeak of surprise and Jack laughed as he felt Jamie cling tighter around his neck.

"Taking off in T-minus three…"

Jack took a half step back and crouched slightly like he'd seen that superhero do on Jamie's neighbour's TV once. He extended his hands out behind him and he felt Jamie's legs increase the pressure at Jack's sides.

"two…"

Without warning, Jack rocketed into the sky, making Jamie squeal incredibly girlishly, but his surprise soon died off into straight out laughter and Jack spiralled upwards. His grip around his staff was loose enough stay comfortable but he made sure to keep the grip firmer than he normally preferred. He was taking no chances when there was a passenger to worry about.

"That was unfair," Jamie muttered from his position, near Jack's ear.

"Surprises are more fun," Jack replied with a grin.

"Typical," Jamie smiled before the wind finally caught up with him and he was forced to close his eyes against the barrage of air against his face. He turned his head away and tucked it into the crook of his elbow so that his hat was blocking most of the winter air. Jamie could feel Jack's hoodie underneath his cheek. It was freezing cold for one, and it felt damp. Jamie could smell grass like Jack had recently taken a quick break to snooze in some field somewhere, and peppermint, like the candy his mother would set out at the beginning of December. It was an odd combination of scents and mixed in with it was the sting of cold air when he breathed in. Altogether, Jamie was puzzled over how such a strange combination of smells would cling to material, but he didn't dwell on it for long.

The chill emanating from Jack was enough to keep him from dozing but not so much that it had his teeth chattering. The motion of floating along in the air, and dipping sometime with the air currents was soothing, even when it made his stomach flip. Before he knew it, Jack was slowing down and twisting in the air so that they could fit through the window together. It was a tight fit but Jack made it look seamless.

He touched down gently, still hovering and just resting his toes on Jamie's floor boards. Jack backed towards the bed until Jamie could feel the mattress under his boots and then he slipped from his back to stand, off balance on his sheets. Jamie sat down as he pulled of his shoes and socks and Jack silently moved to the chair at Jamie's desk. He crouched on it, rather than sit and Jamie saw why when Jack started spinning himself, using he desk to gain momentum.

"You'll make yourself sick," Jamie commented in a whisper.

"Is that a challenge?" Jack laughed quietly, forgetting that the only other person in the house that could hear him was Sophie, and it was long past her bedtime.

"No, just a prediction," Jamie replied as he shrugged out of his winter coat. The wind on the way home seemed to have dried it out, like it had for his pants as well. He laid his jacket over the foot of his bed and attempted to shimmy out of his over-pants while still standing. That proved rather difficult since Jamie ended up flat on his back, but luckily he hadn't made a noise. The mattress had cushioned his fall and silenced what surely would've been a crash loud enough to wake his entire family.

"You right, Jamie?" Jack asked cautiously from his position across the room. He wasn't fooling anyone, though. Jamie could hear suppressed laughter in Jack's voice even as he struggled to get his pyjama-clad legs free.

"Just fine!" He replied with a huff when he finally managed to toss his snow pants into a heap in the corner of the room.

"Doesn't look like-"

Jack broke off into a quiet chuckle at Jamie's glare, which was just daring him to finish the sentence. He spun himself around again, and by the time the chair came to a slow stop, Jamie was sitting up in his bed, looking much more tired than a school boy should find himself on a weeknight. He was watching Jack with a small smile and when the winter spirit looked over, it grew into a full blown grin.

"Can we do this again?" Jamie asked, nose and cheeks still red from the wind and cold air outside, "please?"

"Next time I'm in the neighbourhood, I'll definitely drop by, alright?" Jack answered, standing up from the swivel chair and feeling gravity increase slightly on his left side. He staggered while his surrounds slowly stopped spinning, which seemed to make Jamie giggle and Jack decided that maybe flying would be safer than trying to walk.

"And we'll bring the rest of the group, too?"

"Of course!"

Jamie smiled so brightly, it seemed to Jack like he'd promised the boy a puppy or something. Nevertheless, Jack couldn't help but grin back in response.

"I'll see you around Jamie," he said in farewell, as Jamie leaned towards his bedside table to flick off the light.

"I'll meet you at the tree houses sometime," Jamie whispered back as Jack waved from the windowsill. Jack nodded once in acknowledgement before he was spiralling into the sky outside and disappearing from sight.

That was the second promise Jamie made to Jack. Even though he never spoke them, the words still lingered there, in the very brief silence. Something along the lines of 'I'm not going to forget'. Sure enough, Jamie kept his word and he would continue to do so, right up until the time when the decision was taken out of his hands. But until then, Jamie made sure to mark the tree houses with a large X on a map he and Cupcake drew up in secret, while they had pretended to be reading in their first lesson on Monday.

The group had, of course, responded to Jamie's discovery and Jack's present with much enthusiasm. So much so, in fact, that Jamie had a difficult time convincing Claude not to abandon school halfway through the day in order to inspect their new secret hideout. He had, after all, described the cubbies with a large amount of detail and fervour – as much as he could convey through notes and whispered conversations in the back rows of English classes – and the group had been unable to resist the rising excitement over his words.

It stands to reason, that when they did finally catch their first glimpse of their private haven waiting for them over the hill, they were not disappointed.

Over the months that Jamie and his group inhabited the cubbies, small bits and pieces were frequently added to the interior to develop a sense of belonging. Cupcake had somehow single-handedly worked a very old, relatively small, and yet incredibly comfortable sofa into the cramped space of cubby number one. It took up half of the room but it was definitely worth it. The fold up table that had been used as Jack's shield had two rickety deck chairs added to it for 'fine dining' as Monty joked. Jamie hadn't quite understood him, since his friend was notorious for using more 'grown up' expressions than most of the kids their age, but Monty had just laughed not explained himself. The second cubby house became something of a storage space for their 'treasure'. Of course, they had located an old ice box in Jamie's garage and with the help of Jack, it never emptied. The group used it to store their ice creams in the summer and transport their ammunition in the winter. There was also a wall of precarious shelves loosely nailed to the wall to hold a seemingly never-ending supply of candy, soda, chocolate, and of course, apples.

On one particularly good day, Caleb had even stumbled across a hammock that had been left for the roadside pickup. Claude, as standing safety officer, had dubbed it 'totally fine, man' to use, and it now hung as a prized example of solidarity amongst the group, by indicating that should the need ever arise, there would be a bed – off sorts – for any one of them.

The pulley system, detachable bridge and flag set up had inevitably been included in the refurbishing and all three were used on a regular basis. The second lookout tower and pathway through the trees, though, stayed firmly on the 'possibly, maybe, someday to-do list' that Jamie kept tucked away inside his thoughts. He didn't think Monty was quite ready to break into his father's tool shed, and he wouldn't want his friend to get grounded for something so silly. Instead, they made do with the masterpiece already at their fingertips.

Of course, there were smaller touches to the cubbies, too. Especially The Wall, as Cupcake had named it. On the tree bark that made up one substantial corner in the second house, there were carvings from floor to approximate reaching height. In the bottom left, the original carving of a pirate grinning with a parrot on his shoulder was etched. The artist made sure to point out his skills with every visit, and despite Jack's constant pride, the group did not mind in the least. Especially since every time they showed him what they had added to the mural, he managed to pull an amazed expression and enthuse about the artistic skills of whoever had contributed.

No one was ever quite sure whether Jack's envy was real or not, since he certainly acted the part, but Jamie thought to himself that perhaps that was for the best. Monty was certainly no Da Vinci – a name he had learnt in school a few days previous.

Over time, the cubby houses grew to become a vital part of Jamie and his group's daily life and from the first day of November through to the last day of March, their ice box would, without fail, be filled to bursting with snowballs of every size and consistency, whether or not Jack himself was present.

A/N ermahgurd, what's this? I am alive? I'm active once again? Heavens no! And so begins my decent into the RotG fandom. Anwho, this will be a...6 or 7 chapter fic, depending on the length of the installments I write.

On a side note, I have the feeling RotG is going to be hanging around in my inspiration space for a while, so if you're still with me after all these fandom changes, I salute you - you are amazing, and I hope you like Jack Frost :)