Chapter One: Warmth

Set directly after the events of the movie.

They were exhausted, but the Guardians had won; they had a new member on their side and an old one back. They were together, they were safe, and they were sure as the moon in the sky going to celebrate it.

The yetis put off minor construction to make a feast and Santoff Claussen was draped in even more banners than usual. North gave a speech and the night gave way to the usual chatter and teasing, although each of them stood slightly closer to Sandy than usual, as if worried he would disappear. (Again.) As the adrenaline wore off, they one by one made their way to respective couches and armchairs in front of the fire (Jack kept a safe distance from the flames, eyeing them distrustfully).

Now, cocooned in a downy blanket and nestled into the couch, Jack looked over his sleeping comrades with a smile of fond contentment.

He felt warm. It was odd; usually he hated the heat, but this... this was different. It was the kind of warmth he had seen in the mothers of the children he had played with. The kind that he never knew he had felt before until that day in Antarctica. It was the kind of warm that makes you feel comfortable inside and out.

It was something completely new and familiar at the same time: confusing, but pleasant. He didn't know if one could miss something they had never had, but some part of him had longed for this feeling. The part of him that knew through all those years that something was missing. And now that he almost had it, he was worried that it would slip away.

Because for the first time ever, Jack Frost was wanted. Not Jackson Overland, Jack Frost. For the first time since he was reborn and raised from beneath the ice, he knew someone would notice if he ceased to exist.

He was needed.

He was seen. He was acknowledged. He was... loved. And for the first time, Jack Frost was truly happy. He had forgotten what it was like, to be a part of something, and it was like being thrust into a new world: disorienting, exciting, alien, and wonderful. Although he may not admit it, getting shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It had given him friends, believers, a purpose, a center. It had given him an identity. Everything he had never thought he would have. And though he may not know it yet, it had given him a family.

And Jack thought maybe, just maybe, he had finally done something right.

Eh, sorry if this is a little too sentimental, my vat of happy, fluffy ideas was running quite dry. I COULD NOT decide which one-shot to start this story with, so have an extremely short drabble-y opening. I hope you liked it though! Please review, and if you have any ideas for me, I'd be glad to hear them!