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Chapter 9: The Other Half of His Heart

"I think I love you…"

"So I promise to never go."

~-O-~

Jamie stood out on the front porch; his long, brown hair which he let grow out, yet managed to keep stylish, flew around his slightly tanned face. The long, smooth fingers which have been typing in words for hours on end played on the varnished wood. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles, sighing with satisfaction at the loud pops of stiff joints. He breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp, mountain air.

"About time you took a break," a smooth, baritone voice sounded from the roof. Jack Frost slid from the shuttered roof and somersaulted a few feet away from the porch. But as Jamie blinked, Jack was gone, leaving behind a flurry of snowflakes.

"For a minute I thought I would have to drag you out."Jack sounded from behind the man. Jamie yelped, and then he covered his mouth and glared playfully at the winter spirit.

"Jack!" his tenor voice rang through the empty house whose door remained opened. Jamie laughed as Jack grinned. "You know how that startles me!"

The winter spirit wrinkled his nose in mock-distaste, "'startles'?"

Jamie tossed his head back, laughing. Jack couldn't help but stare at the carefree voice that rang through his ears and warmed his heart.

'So different from two years ago,' He thought to himself as he watched Jamie's chocolate locks sway to the breeze.

"Yes, Jack, 'startles'; get used to it." Jamie said, his brown eyes alight and devoid of the hard darkness that haunted them two years ago when Jack found him.

Jack smiled and leaned in. Jamie only had time to stare at those eyes—as blue as the azure sky—before Jack's lips pressed onto his own. Jamie smiled into the kiss as he returned it, enjoying the freedom to express his affection for the winter spirit. Jack raised his arms to the man's shoulders as he deepened the kiss. Jamie responded by wrapping his arms around the Guardian's waist and pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together.

Jamie withdrew, gasping for air as he stared down at the Guardian. Jack's eyes were lidded and his mouth was slightly open. His flushed skin mirrored Jamie's own as Jamie gently tugged Jack inside.

Jamie and Jack lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of their union: Jack lay curled up against Jamie's side; his pale skin reflecting the soft lamplight as he breathed in Jamie's scent, relishing the smell of mountain air, sex and faded musk. Jamie ran his hands through Jack's snow-white locks, absent-mindedly marveling at the smoothness of his lover's hair. Without warning, his mind flashed back to the day Jack came to him and promised himself to him:

~-O-~

Jamie stared at the winter spirit, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Jack would've chuckled at the comical sight had the weight of the words he said not charged the air in a tense silence. The tick-tick-tick of the clock seemed to mute. Nothing existed outside the room…nothing existed but them.

"Jack…" Jamie said once more, his voice was surprisingly clear, devoid of sobs and hiccups. Jamie positively enjoyed the name as it rolled of his tongue, the Guardian, meanwhile, relished in the sound of his name falling off Jamie's lips. He leaned in and claimed the boy's—for Jamie would always be the boy that first believed, first loved, the spirit—mouth.

Jamie pulled away. His eyes were clearing now, but Jack could see that they were open; they were once again the windows that they were meant to be. A play of emotions flashed within them like flashes of lightning; relief, guilt, anxiety… but one emotion filled the chocolate windows.

"Love." Jack whispered. Jamie stared at Jack' his face scrutinizing the spirit whose arms held the boy in a cocoon of cold and warmth.

"I love you, Jamie Bennett." Jack said, trying to put all his emotions, his feelings, his thoughts into those simple words.

"I love you, too, Jack Frost." Jamie replied, without hesitation. The anxiety and the guilt had passed, for Jamie had known that all was forgiven, and he forgave Jack, too.

Outside the Wind blew, singing its tuneless song to the heavens and to the mortals below. It danced through the trees and through the leaves, for it knows that its companion has found the other half of his heart.

~-O-~

Of course, Jamie's departure from the asylum wasn't done in the blink of an eye. Jamie was reluctant to leave the shithouse he called home, and there were people he would miss.

Well, maybe just Nurse Beatrice.

The man leaned back on the bed, resting his head on the headboard as the winter adjusted, so that his head lay on Jamie's chest, listening to the boy's heartbeat.

Jamie recalled the day he asked Nurse Beatrice when he was able to leave. He recalled the shocked expression, and the sad smile that graced her face as she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Jamie's forehead.

"What makes you think you're ready to leave?" she had asked. The question, at first, seemed hostile. But as Jamie looked further, he saw that woman had no ill intent. Genuine curiosity lit her eyes at the same time sadness laced her tone.

Jamie smiled a sad smile, yet his eyes were alight, not with the flame of excitement or passion that Jamie held for his writing. This one seemed deeper, more encompassing of Jamie's being. The boy seemed to radiate the light from his eyes, the Nurse noticed. And before Jamie spoke, the Nurse already believed him.

"I found what I was looking for."

The Nurse took notice of the tone of finality in the boy's tone, as if that alone held the answers she needed. And it did. A broken heart and a shattered mind had been healed. And she had served her purpose.

She nodded and smiled, albeit sadly, still. She leaned in and whispered, "God Bless you, Jamie." Before she turned and left.

Jack stared at the boy's face; He's a million miles away right now, the spirit thought with a chuckle. Jamie was not brought out from his stupor. Jack chuckled once more as he pulled Jamie down for a kiss.

"What's up?" Jamie asked, his fingers brushing away stray locks of white hair that framed the spirit's forehead.

Jack didn't answer right away, his eyes going over the light stubble that was growing on Jamie's face. Before all of this, Jack would've been disturbed at the fact that Jamie's mortality was once again being shoved in his face. But right now, he felt none of it. He only felt this… the present, and as Jamie continued to stare questioningly at Jack's face, he smiled.

"You know what my favorite saying is?" Jack said, his eyes staring into Jamie's own chocolate orbs.

Jamie buried his head on Jack's head, taking in the scent that is Jack. "What?"

"'I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love'" Jack said. His voice broke on the last part, betraying the passionate emotion that he was trying to discreetly convey.

"Mother Teresa?" Jamie asked, surprised at the somewhat holy quote.

"Something I found on the internet," Jack said, his eyes gazing up into Jamie's own. They were doing it again; they were in their own little world, unaware of anything outside it. "It stuck to me; I'm surprised I still remember it."

Jamie kissed Jack's forehead, smiling when the Guardian hummed contentedly. "You know what my favorite quote is?"

"What's that?" Jack asked, his blue eyes shining with curiosity.

Jamie leaned into Jack's ear, and he whispered. "'For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul'"

Jack noticed the way Jamie's eyes shone, and he couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he caused that, he was Jamie's happiness; not his deeds, not the snow, the frost or the winter, but him. It made him feel light.

"Judy Garland," Jamie said as he leaned away. Jack followed his movement.

"Touching," Jack said as he leaned in and kissed the boy. Jamie smiled and deepened it, enjoying the feeling of passion and fire course not just through his body, but to his soul, too.

~-O-~

"I think I love you…"

"So I promise to never go."

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I love you, so I promise to never go.

AND IT IS DONE! :D THANK U FOR THE SUPPORTERS, THE REVIEWS THE FOLLOWS, THE FAVES, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH U HAVE HELPED ME! NOW I WILL WORK ON "LEAVING HOME"... JACK'S POV ON "PLEASE COME BACK"... SOOOOO AU REVOIR! ^.^