Hey y'all!

Sorry I haven't updated 'The Storm Rages On', but I really wanted to write this, and I can't come up with anything for the latest chapter :I.

Jack has decided not to give us spring, since it's been snowing nonstop since last night. Gosh.

So here, have an AU.

It was dark.

It was cold.

And he wasn't scared

Ok, maybe he was a little scared. But he only had himself to blame for this.

He had been sitting in an alley, trying to not freeze his arse off, when a low growl sounded from his stomach. Damn. He supposed it was time to find something to eat. Jack glanced down at his belly. God he was skinny. Maybe he would be lucky enough to snatch some bread from a bakery without the owner noticing. Although, last time he had tried that, Jack almost had his head taken off by a flying butcher knife. That guy needed to loosen up a bit. He sighed and stood up from his spot on the pavement, next to a dumpster. Stretching his sore muscles, Jack began to walk down the street in search of some food that someone might have dropped earlier in the day. He passed a window in a store and took a moment to look at his reflection. Pale skin, ice blue eyes, white hair- no, it was not bleached, don't even go there-, tattered blue sweater, dirty brown jeans, barefeet. Jack grimaced. He certainly wasn't something to look at. But whatever. Looks weren't his priority right now. Food was. The albino, -yes, albino, blame genetics- continued on his not-so merry way before stopping at a particularly interesting looking shop. Nicholas St. North's Toyshop. That place was beyond awesome. Jack decided, when he had been dumpster diving one day, that the toyshop had the best scraps in town. He could always find something useful. Whether it was scraps of food, toys that North had deemed garbage -although Jack did not not why, considering every one of them was amazing -, sometimes even bits of clothing. Well, today seemed like a good day to search through good old North's trash. Jack practically skipped to the large bin, excited to see what he would find. He leaned over it, his head and upper part of his body inside the green bin, while his legs dangled out.

He stayed like that, rooting through the so-called garbage, until something fuzzy touched his bare feet. Jack yelped and kicked up his feet, only to come crashing into the green garbage bin with a strangled cry, much to the surprise of the alley cat that had been by his feet. The lid of the dumpster slammed closed after him. He landed with a thud, hitting his head on the bottom of the bin. Searing pain emitted through his skull and he had to bite back a cry of pain. God, that hurt. The albino sat up and leaned against the wall of the dumpster. He gingerly raised a hand to touch his head, and with a hiss of pain, immediately decided not to do that again. Definately bruised. Or worse. Hopefully not worse. Jack raised both of his arms to push on the lid of the bin.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

And again.

Nothing.

What?!

Nononononono he can't be stuck inside a garbage bin, how pathetic was that?!

But the stupid lid of this stupid trash bin just wasn't budging and he was panicking a little and how could anyone not hear him yelling and pounding on the metal and when had he even started yelling in the first place?!

Ohgodohgodohgod can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe he was going to be stuck in here forever and rot away or be tossed into a garbage compressor and he couldn't figure out which one was worse and...

Okay, so maybe Jack had a small case of claustrophobia. Maybe.

But he could curse himself for that later. Right now, he had to focus on getting out of this smelly bin.

After who knows how long, Jack stopped banging on the lid, mostly because his arms were starting to feel like they were going to fall off. He slumped against the wall and waited for the feeling to come back into his arms before starting the pounding again.

His fists were mid air when the lid finally opened.

BUM BUM BUUUUM.

Bwahaha, ok so the next chapter should be up soon, I already have a few ideas.

Please R&R! Reviews make my day!

Also, I know I haven't really gone into Jack's backstory yet or explained why he's livin' in the streets, but trust me, all will be explained soon...

So, who do you think opened the bin? *wiggles eyebrows*