Title: Lights Out II

Pairing(s): A little bit more than just a sprinkle of Jackxolder!Sophie this time...

Genre: Humor

Summary: In which Sophie and Jack become partners in crime.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, only the story itself.

A/N: I know, it's been awhile...my only excuse is that our junior research paper has been kicking my butt. This has honestly been gathering dust in my NSOA folder since right after I posted the last part, but I couldn't bring myself to finish it...sorry guys :( But hey, I've also been working on a human Rainbow Snowcone/Frostbite story and possibly a multichapter JackxSophie story, so there's that I guess.

Anyway, upon request, here is Lights Out II!

Huge thanks to my beta darex2xdream for putting up with me!

"Ready Soph?"

"You bet I am."

"Remember, we have to be really REALLY quiet to pull this off."

"Excuse me, I'm not the one who screams when they try to whisper."

"Hey, at least I don't trip over thin air all the time."

"My clumsiness has nothing to do with this!"

"It has everything to do with this! What happens when you slip and fall screaming down the stairs!? My brilliant plan will be ruined, that's what-"

"Your brilliant plan-"

"Yes, MY brilliant plan-"

"Will you just shut up-"

"Make me."

Sophie desperately fought off a blush, suddenly aware of just how close Jack was standing, how she could feel his cool breath tickling her cheeks, how much she wanted to just punch that smug look right off his face, how badly she wanted to stand up on her tiptoes and close this small, insignificant space between them-

Sophie settled for sticking her tongue out and crossing her arms over her chest.

Jack's infamous smirk grew a little bit wider, loving just how easy it was to get her all worked up. "Now, are you ready or not?"

Despite her previous irritation, Sophie dropped her arms and felt her lips tug up in a mischievous grin. "Let's do this."

Satisfied, Jack peeked around the corner of the kitchen, eyes scanning the adjoining living room. Jamie was still curled up in the fort, yawning and staring at his phone. His eyes were drooping, and Jack knew he was less aware of his surroundings than usual.

Looking back, he nodded at Sophie and waved her towards him. The youngest Bennett crept forward, glanced at Jamie, and then slowly began tiptoeing her way across the living room towards the stairs that led downstairs. She made it about halfway before Jamie rolled over, putting her completely out of his line of vision.

Grinning, Sophie took a few more steps and finished her trek to the stairs by diving into a summersault. Standing up, she turned back to Jack and took a gracious bow, sending him a playful look.

Jack covered his mouth to keep from laughing before darting over to Sophie. He grabbed her hand and yanked her down the stairs, dragging the poor girl behind him.

When they finally reached the bottom, it was all the pair could do to not burst out laughing. Instead they clutched their sides and grinned at each other, eyes spilling over with mischief.

Not letting go of her hand, Jack dragged his partner in crime down the hall and into the living room. Sophie clicked on a flashlight, clearly not pleased about how dark it was, and they quickly got to work.

Fifteen minutes later, everything was set in place. Jack rubbed his hands together excitedly, eyeing his work appreciatively. "Jamie is going to hate us after this." He whispered with a smirk.

"Yeah, but you get to leave and escape his wrath." Sophie commented from her spot on the couch, throwing a pillow at him before laying down. She had wrapped up in a blanket and settled down on the couch while he had gone around the room, triple checking their work. "I have to live with him."

Chuckling, Jack caught the pillow and set his staff up against the wall. "Well doesn't that suck?" he taunted, throwing the pillow back at her a little bit harder.

It hit her with a soft thud, and she glared from under her choppy, disheveled bangs. "Maybe I'll just blame the whole thing on you. It was your genius idea, after all."

"Oh yeah?" Jack grinned, taking a step closer. "And how are you going to make me stick around to take the blame?" There was a challenge in his voice, a glint in his eyes that Sophie knew all too well.

"Oh I'll think of something." She said dismissively, trying not to get sucked into his game. It was a useless attempt, however. She always fell for his tricks-his smirk-no matter how hard she tried.

"We'll see about that." Jack leaned over the back of the couch, grinning down at her, his hands in his pockets. Sophie's fingers twitched, once again plagued with the urge to just hit him.

Rolling her eyes, she looked at her nails as if bored. "Whateeeeeeever you say Jack…" she shot him a look out of the corner of her eye, lips twitching just the slightest.

Jack leaned down closer to her, eyes flashing dangerously, and Sophie fought off a groan. What had she gotten herself into?

"Miss Sophie Bennett, am I boring you?"

A blush crept to her cheeks, a part of her loving the way her name sounded on his lips, not that she'd ever admit it. She ignored him, however, continuing to pick at her nails. She could hardly see them anyway, considering the flashlight was in the middle of the room pointing at the ceiling, only lighting up a small portion of the room, but she acted as though nothing fascinated her more than the hand barely visible in front of her.

"Oh you are so asking for it."

Before she could even glance at him, he had jumped over the back of the couch and landed on top of her. Grabbing her waist, he rolled her off the couch and onto the floor, sitting on top of her and pinning her arms above her head.

Sophie stared up at him with wide eyes. He had moved so fast that she wasn't entirely sure how she had ended up in this position, but as soon as realization sunk in that Jack Frost was on top of her, her cheeks turned a bright cherry red. Jack chuckled, leaning in closer, their noses almost touching. "What are you gonna do now little Sophie, hmm?" he whispered, cold breath sending shivers down her spine. He was enjoying this way too much and she knew it, the bastard.

Once she got past her initial shock, she mustered up the most venomous glare she could. "You think you're so cute." She muttered, knowing that no matter how hard she tried to look irritated, the blush stuck on her cheeks was not going away anytime soon.

"I know I am." He whispered, leaning just the slightest bit closer. Sophie fumbled for a reply, but he was too close for her to breathe, too close for her to think.

Sophie had always known she had liked Jack, just a little bit. How could she not? When she was little, he was just like another big brother to her, always watching out for her and pushing her in the right direction. When she got older, however, the term "brother" seemed less appealing to her when thinking about Jack. He was too smug, too flirty with her, so took on the title of best friend.

Not to mention he was incredibly attractive, but that was just another item on the very long list of things-she-would-never-admit-about-Jack-Frost. Although he couldn't always be there for her, he was the one she went to when she didn't think she could talk to Jamie.

Sophie didn't exactly have a "hard" time making friends in school, but it wasn't really easy for her either. Her childish beliefs made a lot of people have a hard time taking her seriously when she was younger, so she learned by high school to just keep them to herself. She was still a little bit too strange for the kids she went to school with, with her messy hair and inability to match to save her life, but she got along just fine. With a few close friends, and her brother and Jack, she didn't really think she needed anything else.

That didn't mean she had it easy though. During the awkward years of middle school, when everyone really started to crave acceptance and began trying desperately to figure out who they were and where they belonged, Sophie was perfectly content being Sophie. She had no desire to model herself after the older girls or chase after the cutest boys in her class. Her individuality, unfortunately, made her an easy target. Boys who thought they needed to prove to their friends how "cool" they were made fun of her any chance they got, and girls laughed at her choice of style to make themselves feel better. No one ever laid a hand on her, thanks to the promise that Jamie would hunt them down and kill them, but they still got away with tormenting her as much as they could.

It was never easy, but Sophie got through it, and by high school everyone finally started to leave her alone. As she got older, her features filled out and she became quite a pretty sight. Now quieter and more appealing, she intimated the boys too much to ever really get asked out, but made other girls envious for her naturally slim figure and pretty face. Even though she wasn't poked fun at as much anymore, she still was hardly talked to at school. Sometimes she felt like she really couldn't win.

But Jack was always there, every chance he got.

And as Sophie stared up at him, at those thin lips so very close to hers, she realized that no matter how annoying he was…

…there was no one else she'd rather be annoyed with.

(Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she added that to her list).

"Sophie? Where'd you go?"

Jamie's shout upstairs was all it took to shatter the moment. They both jumped apart, Jack rolling off of her and Sophie sitting up quickly, smoothing out her hair. Jack cleared his throat and glanced at her, chuckling a little in order to shake off that "we've been caught" feeling. "Looks like it's time…" he whispered, sending her a wink.

Sophie smirked despite herself, quickly running over to turn the flashlight off and going to her designated hiding spot, then yelled up to Jamie in a 'terrified' voice that she was downstairs and to come quickly. Jack followed suit, dashing over to his position.

Ten minutes later, Sophie and Jack found themselves running for their lives as a very angry, very food-covered Jamie chased after them, screaming that they almost killed him.

No one even noticed when the power came back on.

A/N: Just as a side note, the problem with writing Sophie (especially at an older age than she appears in the movie) is that I kind of have to make it up as I go along...small, side characters will be my downfall, I swear. Anyway, this chapter had quite a few headcannons of mine, such as that Sophie is a little bit too clumsy (she trips over everything in the movie, goodness gracious) and even though she doesn't really seem to mind, I don't think kids would have an easy time accepting her and her mismatched clothes and bright colors...

Point is, hope I didn't screw with your own headcannons too much, haha!

Thanks for reading, leave some love if you can!