Death caught up

Rating: T for death

Summary: What happens when death has caught up to the newest guardian but the others aren't ready to let go? Rated for death

A/N: I'm going to apologies in advance. I have no clue as to where this came from, but I guess that is what happens when you get depressed reading fan fiction at 12 in the morning. I actually read a story like this but I cannot remember from where. Please tell me if it is bad, but I've had tons of ideas for Rise of the guardians and this is the only one I've been able to write out and post.

I own nothing except for my spelling/grammar mistakes

UPDATE: I have decided to make this story into a series of one-shots drabbles whatever you want to call them. Some will be little starts of stories to come, other will be from stories, and others will be just random things I think of.

Those of the living dead should not remain in the world of the living

-Unknown

"Please," He looks at her, a kind of sad, pleading look, "I need to go, it's time." He whispers. She bites her lip, "N...no there's still time for you, just a bit longer?" He sighs, eyes now cast downward, he's sad she knows but she just can't let him go off on his own, she won't let it, not after leaving him for 300 years. She hesitantly reaches a hand out just barely hovering over his slumped shoulder, lowering her head to look in his sad blue eyes, "Please just a bit longer? You can't go yet...Baby will be devastated." He sadly sighs again, "I know," A sad smile, "but she's a strong one, she'll pull through." and turns away from her, she feels a stab of pain in her heart as she watches with tears in her eyes as the one she has learned to love as a son walks (not flies) away, leaving behind clusters of tiny, sobbing fairies for the Guardian of Memories to comfort.

"Everyone will be sad for a while," he looks up from the ice sculpture, fixing his gaze on the child he had started think of as a son. He continues to stare into the fire, watching as the flames lap against the charred wood. "But they will go on, there will always be children needing a Guardian," He turns to look at the Guardian of Wonder, smiling softly "there will just be one less child to watch out for." The large Russian's eyes fill with tears, "The child leaving is the one we want to watch out for the most." The immortal child looks away and gets to his feet, whispering. "I know, and I'm thankful to finally have a family who cares so much." He walks out of the room leaving the normally jolly guardian to rest his head on folded arms and allow the tears to fall.

"You know it's the right thing to do? Right?" He softly asks while watching as the golden sand reflected the shimmering light of the sun. The small man smiles sadly, he doesn't answer, but his eyes do for him, sadness fills his golden brown eyes, and a small figure of a little boy crying appears above his head. A sigh, "Jamie will be sad, I know..." More sand images, this time of two boys ,one slightly taller than the other, being pulled apart from a friendly hug. 'Your his best friend.' "I know but everyone losses a friend in their life time." He turns quickly away but the Guardian of Dreams already caught a glimpse of the silver tears freezing on his cheeks, watching as his friend hurried away letting his own golden tears to fall.

"It hurts," The soft voice surprises him, the paint brush he holds in his paw drops to the ground and the egg scrambles from slack paws, unnoticed, forgotten as he looks to the boy crouching in front of him, a questioning look on his otherwise expressionless face. "It's hurts to stay." He swallows, reaching out a shaky paw to grasp the dirtied brush. "I know... but we ain't ready..." He rises from his crouch, "Seems no one ever is." And he leaves, slowly dragging his feet over the green grass, and all he can do is watch, silently as inside the Guardian of Hope cries for the boy he had started to love as a little brother.

"You have to let go," They look up, forcing themselves to look into those pained blue orbs, pain caused by them, trying to not abandon a child they left alone for . A shaky sigh, "I know it's hard but," a shrug "you can't change fate." Silence, broken only by the mournful howl of the North wind outside the window of which he balances on the sill. "We know," The large bearded man ignores the look of surprise and hope that has focused on him, takes a deep breath and looks into the pale face, "But we do not know how." The Winter child smiles softly, and the guardians hearts are lifted just slightly, it is a kind, understanding smile, filled with so much peace and love, that suddenly they know they are doing the right thing, and that makes it all the more bearable. "Just close your eyes and think of all the good times we've had over the past year." They do, they remember all the fun and good times that they have had ever since the immortal child first joined their little family. They think of all the pranks, games, laughter, and fun times. After a while they hear soft ringing sound and open their eyes revealing the sill where he once stood empty except for four little never melting snowflakes, about the size of snowball, each with an engraving of the same thing on it,

'Family is forever, not even death can tear its bonds.

Thank you for being there for me and being my family,

Love The spirit of winter,

Jack Frost'

Sorry if it is confusing. In case any of you are confused, basically death caught up with Jack, because he died before he became Jack Frost and so after a year of being a Guardian he passes on but the other Guardians don't want to let their newest and youngest member go, remembering the 300 years they left him alone. Just ask if it is still a problem.

Paragraphs in order

1. Tooth

2. North

3. Sandy

4. Bunnymund

5. They finally let him go

It was actually real hard to write for North and Sandy. Sorry if it's confusing, but took me 2 hours to write (right now 2 in the morning) and my brain is tired, tell me and I'll try to explain it,

I might post another chapter about what happened before if you guys like it.