A/N: Well, I haven't written anything in years. I'm very out of practice, so this isn't exactly my best. I want to get back into writing like I did in high school, and I figured writing some fics for RotG is a good way to get in some writing practice. Also, I thought FFnet needed more Sophie/Jack fics so here's my contribution! This story has no plot, really. Mainly I just wanted to write some fluff/mild drama. This story started out as drabbles, each one about 3 paragraphs long. I took each one and extended it, though some are a lot longer than others. That being said, some chapters may contain mature content, I haven't decided yet. That's all I wanted to say. I hope you enjoy my story, but if not and it's awful and you hate it, whatever. It's not like reading it cost you anything but time!

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A loud whoop of excitement tore up out of his throat as he plunged from the darkening sky over Burgess. Heavy snow erupted from the clouds rushing in behind him. The wind seemed to share his energy, and tossed him playfully along the streets as he spread winter a bit forcefully through town. Children fled the warmth of their homes as the snow began, and he grinned to himself as several of them shouted his name and waved.

Though it had snowed in Burgess during his absence, it was starting to get rather lifeless and slushy. The roads were a mess, and the children were ecstatic to have their winter wonderland refreshed. He laughed and shouted to the people lingering along the sidewalks as he bounded through the town, not caring that none of them could hear him.

Jack was just tearing past the park, spreading a wide path of ice behind him, when a familiar voice shouted his name. He did his best to stop, skidding a bit on the ice and spinning around. The young man's eyes widened in sudden worry as the winter spirit changed direction and darted straight for him, staff raised high. A small squeak escaped the boy as Jack Frost swung his staff along the ground, sending a wall of snow barreling over him.

He landed delicately beside the pile of snow, bracing his hands on his knees and chuckling as he watched Jamie sit up rather groggily and shake the snow from his hair. He seemed quite a bit older than when Jack saw him the previous winter. He was nearly finished with his teen years now but still a rather small young man. His friends no longer saw Jack Frost, but his belief in the winter spirit had never wavered. He grinned and lobbed a snowball at the Guardian, and out of pity Jack let it hit him.

At first Jamie's friends looked at him like he was insane, apparently throwing snowballs at nothing. Jack remedied this and soon he had a crowd of teenagers and young adults waging a snowball war. He stopped for a moment to admire his efforts, cringing every so often at how rough teenagers were with each other. Several of them tackled a larger young man and they all went tumbling through the snow, laughing and shouting at each other.

Jamie plopped down in the snow beside Jack, his breath coming out in sharp puffs. He was soaked, and Jack felt a little bad for burying him. A happy smile was plastered to his face, however, and he elbowed Jack playfully.

"Sometimes I think you're kind of biased. I get the impression you would spend all winter here if you could get away with it." He grinned slyly and Jack scooped up a handful of snow, molding it slowly into a ball and giving Jamie a long, threatening look.

"I see, the spirit of winter isn't allowed to have a favorite town. According to you. Maybe I'll just go and won't bother coming back. Obviously you can handle a little snow and ice all by yourself." He muttered sarcastically and sniffed like he'd been offended. Jamie laughed and punched his shoulder.

"Don't be a brat." He said affectionately. "You know it's boring as hell around here without you."

Jack snorted. "Yea, it's kind of boring when nobody can see me, too." He said quietly.

"Ah, give it time. You'll make more friends." Jamie watched the winter spirit for a moment, wondering if he was about to turn melancholy again.

Jack Frost smiled to himself and tossed the snowball off to the side. The sky was darkening, and he knew it wasn't just the storm clouds he'd brought with him. It was getting late, and Jamie shivered from beside him. A group of girls came into view, and Jamie's face brightened.

"Hey! Sophie! Wait, I'll walk ya home!" He waved happily to his little sister, and Jack followed his gaze to the girl.

She lingered behind as her friends continued without her, her gaze landing cheerfully on her brother. For just a moment, Jack could have sworn her gaze flicked over to him. He waved, but if she saw it she gave no sign. Jamie put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"You should come over later. I've got to finish some stuff for school, but stop by after dinner. I haven't seen you since last March, we've got a lot to catch up on." He laughed and climbed a little stiffly to his feet. He shook a bit of water from his hair and shuffled through the snow to his sister.

Jack watched them go, hugging his staff protectively as the town grew silent. Snow fell softly around him, and the wind blew it gently to twist around Jack's shoulders. He was lost in thought, and slowly moved to prop his chin in his hand as he sat in the snow. His mind kept drifting back to Jamie and his sister. He hadn't seen her in a long time, she didn't seem to spend much time outdoors anymore. She had to be at least fourteen by now, much too old to believe in him. But there was a voice in the back of his head that insisted she had looked right at him. Not just into the snow beside her brother, but it was like she had actually seen him and looked him right in the eyes.

He shrugged off the feeling and bounced to his feet. He had work to do, this town was not nearly wintery enough for him. It hadn't been winter for very long, and he was late. A snowstorm in Canada had distracted him, and he had been quick about turning it into a full-blown blizzard just to see what happened. Jack was happy to be back in Burgess, and he wandered the streets a bit lazily. He refroze the slush in the road, grinning to himself as a man on a cell phone caught one boot on a frozen edge of slush and face-planted into the snow. His phone flew from his grasp and slid a few feet on the ice, and the man let out an angry curse. Jack laughed and tapped the cell phone with his staff, then stepped back to watch the phone freeze. The man picked it up and immediately dropped it in surprise when he realized it was frozen solid.

Still chuckling to himself, Jack took to the air to look for more ways to spread his winter "cheer". He briefly considered going through Jamie's neighborhood and freezing all the car doors shut, but he'd done that last year. He considered making some snowmen and setting them right in people's doorways, but that seemed a little boring. A brisk wind blew through town, and it started to snow harder. People were hurrying home now, heads tucked down against the cold wind and snow. Jack dropped down onto the street and started making his way along the sidewalk. He frosted up random store windows, just to make people wonder. Getting bored, he decided he'd wasted enough time and took off for Jamie's house. It had been a while since he'd gotten to see his best friend, and it had been a long, lonely summer.

Jamie jumped in surprise when a blast of freezing wind hit him in the face, and it had been difficult but Jack had refrained from pelting him with snow. The young man had left his bedroom window wide open for the winter spirit, and Jack crouched on the windowsill for a moment before slowly climbing down onto the floor. Jamie closed his book and dropped it on his desk, leaning back in his chair and watching Jack Frost inspect his room. He hadn't been inside a house since last winter, it felt strange to him at first. Like he had been lured into a box. The wind began to howl outside, whipping flurries of snow into the window before Jack had a chance to shut it.

He turned around to find Jamie staring at him with an amused grin on his face. Jack glanced back at the window as it rattled against the wind, then shook his head, leaned his staff against the wall, and moved over to plop down on Jamie's bed. He let out an exaggerated sigh of content, and Jamie balled up a piece of paper and tossed it at him.

"Where were you all summer?" He asked with a chuckle as the paper bounced off Jack's forehead.

"Hiding from the god-awful heat." Jack replied.

"I heard there was a nasty blizzard in Canada last week." Jamie gave him an accusing look and laughter rumbled in Jack's chest at the memory.

"Yea, I came across this cute little snowstorm and thought 'I can make this so much worse'. I had to. I don't expect you to understand." Jack mused. Jamie stifled his laughter and got to his feet.

"You're such a troublemaker. Speaking of which, I've been thinking for a while that I want to build some snowmen so it looks like my neighbors ran them over. Maybe even spray some food coloring on the snow, put agonized expressions on their faces and broken tree branches for busted arms. What do you think?" Jamie asked softly, glancing at his door when he heard footsteps down the hall.

Jack sat up slowly, leveling his gaze with the young man. A smile crossed his face, and he actually looked deeply touched.

"You are my favorite person ever." He said seriously.