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Jack smiled as he flew softly through the air, looking down at the frosty town of Burgess. It was a clear night sky, Jack had brought the ice storm down yesterday. Jamie had asked him for a snow day, who was he to say no?

Jack had to admit that Jamie could convince him to do things he would never be comfortable with, he found himself warmer and more comfortable at Jamie's side than anyone else. It was strange, he was the spirit of winter, filled with cold crystals. But Jamie could make his snow covered heart beat ever so lightly, filling with an warmth he hadn't felt for over 300 years. Now it didn't start out that way, it was simply a cute relationship. That had been when Jamie was little, but six years had passed.

He'd first noticed it when Jamie was a freshman in High school, he took off his shirt to shower. Jack had traced his eyes up the sculpted back, where freshman allowed to be this attractive, and even found himself staring at Jamie's newly matured face. It was then that Jack decided his feelings towards the brunette were changing, and as Jamie changed so did Jack. He would never, ever tell him of these feelings through. At the thought of losing Jamie, even with Jack's cocky attitude, he couldn't bear it. He'd rather watch Jamie grow up, floating at his side until he finally moved on and forgot him. Rather cherish the small years where Jamie could still see him, could still laugh and talk with him. That was more precious than his own confused feelings.

He was so entranced that he flew right over Jamie's house. Cursing, he quickly spun around, diving towards the familiar window. Jack was prepared to dive into his room, crash through the window and scare the living daylights out of Jamie. He would squeak and fall out of his chair, glaring at the winter spirit from underneath brown locks as Jack laughed uproariously. But the window, it was closed.

Odd, Jamie knew he was coming tonight. He always left it open. Jack sighed, tapping on the window impatiently. He noticed that the latch was undone, but the frosted glass still shut. Jack cautiously pushed it open, sliding into the room and closing it behind him. Last time Jamie had gotten irritated at him for leaving it open and covering his room with snow. Couldn't have that now could we?

And as Jack let his bear feet touch the ground, felt the familiar carpet under his feet, strained his ears to hear, he knew exactly what was going on. And he grit his teeth, curling his fingers around his staff, threatening to break it in half. The room was empty, but it was far from silent. Angry shouts and confused voices reverberated from downstairs, filled with acid and dripping with malice. Jack should've known, should've known that Jamie would be downstairs fighting with his mother. His drunken mother.

Again.

Jack had offered to help him, take him somewhere else. Even with Jamie sent his sister away to live with his grandmother, he refused to leave his mother. Jamie's father had walked out earlier, finally tired of the woman's alcoholic behaviors. For the first few years Jack had noticed something was off about the woman, but he kept his lips shut. Then when he noticed an angry bruise on Jamie's face he started asking questions, but Jamie denied them. It was all too much. Jack had never actually walked in on a fight before, only arriving right afterwards to clean Jamie's wounds.

He turned to the window. He should leave. Jamie told him not to get involved, and if he went down there he was liable of freezing the mad lady.

"Mom stop! Please!"

Damn it all to hell.

Jack burst out of the room, flying to the top of the stairs and peering down at the scene. They were standing at the bottom of the stairs, Jamie crumpled on the floor while his mother's angry eyes bore into him. Jack tensed.

"You ungrateful son!" She roared, clutching the cracked bottle in her left hand a little tighter. Jack spotted a bruise forming over Jamie's right eye, as well as a sweltering split lip. He carefully began to walk down the stairs, reeling in his winter fury. Jamie wouldn't like it if he buried his house under six feet of ice and snow.

Jamie straightened up a bit, shivering and shakily getting to his feet. "Mom, please. I promise I'll do it next time."

"That's not good enough" She spat. "Do you know I have to work my fucking ass off for you every day, and you can't even bother to be grateful. No wonder your faggot of a father walked out" Her words were twisted, injected with venom and pain. Abuse. God Jack couldn't take it, one more straw and that woman would become an ice sculpture.

"Mom…" Jamie muttered, making the simple mistake of going to reach for the bottle.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted, bringing the bottle higher and smashing it against his head. Jamie gasped and fell, fresh blood spurting out of his skull and slipping down his cheeks.

Oh no she didn't.

Jack dove down, freezing the stairs and jumping in front of Jamie. Of course she couldn't see, hell she couldn't' see much anyways in her drunken state, him. She was heaving heavy breathes, the air putrid and heavy. It was metallic and sharp, and as Jack inhaled he downed the idea to wretch. She moved to swing the shattered remains of the bottle again, but Jack lifted out his hand and caught her arm mid fury. She gasped, writhing underneath his tight grip. He glared and snatched the bottle, swinging it across the room.

"The hell is this! Are you doing this Jamie! What kind of idiot do you think I am!" She yelled, moving to kick. Jack froze her feet to the floor, the ice slowly inching it's way up her legs. She screamed, scratching desperately at them. The air dropped almost 20 degrees, the entire house becoming as cold as it was outside. Probably colder. It got to her hips, she had fallen down now, hot tears streaking down her dirty face.

"You bitch" Jack ground out.

"Jack..stop.." Jamie moaned behind him. Jack spun around, his frozen eyes instantly becoming warmer. And more violent. The blood making it's way down Jamie's body made Jack shake with rage. He went to turn back to the woman, whose stomach was now encased in ice.

"Jamie, she-"

"No, please. Unfreeze her. She doesn't mean it." Jamie forced out, crumpling even more onto the ground. Jack hissed and waved his hand, the ice instantly cracking and crumbling. He had gone too far, but he couldn't help it.

Jack turned back to Jamie, who was now shuddering on the floor. He picked him up, floating up the slippery steps and into his room.

"Jack it's so cold." Jamie shivered, chattering his teeth together. Jack frowned sadly, pushing open the window and snatching a blanket from Jamie's bed. He wrapped the soft fabric around Jamie's lithe frame, then went to rip off a part of his pants to wrap around his head tightly.

"Where are we going.." He mumbled, head swaying.

"Somewhere safe Jamie. Please, stay with me.." Jack muttered, tears moving behind his eyes at the sight of Jamie's form.

Jack clutched onto Jack's sweater as they flew into the frosty air. "Jack thank you.."

Jack smiled sadly. "Anytime kid"

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I am a horrible person aren't I? Well the idea just popped into my head and yes this will be multiple chapters so shush.