Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.34

Waking up to someone basically saying you were dead, could cause several different reactions to an almost-semi-comatose patient, that whichever that reaction was, it could be almost fatal. Either to the person themselves or to any other around said person that would be reacting. In this particular case, both Jamie and Jack expected you to go berserk, curse at the world or something, maybe even threaten to dissect the very person that did this to you. Dissect them for not telling you sooner and waiting until your physical presence, which your mother had, slowly faded away from the memories of those who had known you.

Because you had taken that piece of news so well and didn’t seem to ‘flip-out’ about your mother having no recollection of where or who you were or that you even existed, both decided to finally let you in on the one little bit of information they had kept to themselves because, well, they thought you would freak out. But as you hadn’t about your existence being erased, then how you currently looked would be nothing major. Once again, their assumptions were completely wrong and when Jamie had given you a mirror, it had been tossed across the room and shattered to pieces.

“Why would you even show me that?!” you had jumped out of the bed, your hand quickly dropping down to catch his sweat pants while Jack jump forward to wrap his arms around you. If he hadn’t acted as fast, you would have been on the floor.

“Because it’s who you are now!” Jack said with a strained voice. He had gone through something like this, hadn’t he? Looking into a reflection that was supposed to be you, yet it wasn’t. “I know you look a little bit different—”

“A little? I’m an abomination!”

“—but this is who you originally were supposed to be before you took on a human form.” Jack finish, holding you even tighter when you tried to wiggle free from his grip. “You’ll learn to manage your appearance just like I learn to control my . . . gifts.”

“Gift?!” You glared at him, but still managed to see every bit of Jamie’s room, including Jamie who was either writing something in the notebook or sketching the scene. “This isn’t a gift! Look at me—I look like a monster!”

“No you don’t! And listen to what I’m telling you because it’s important!” Jack said sternly, a serious tone he had never used on you, and was something you didn’t really like. In the end, you just pouted and looked down to the ground, but your eyes still allowed you to see Jack even in that position. “Jamie, a little help.”

“I would love to, but,” he looked at you and then at Jack and then at a snowglobe on his desk, “I think this is your responsibility not mine. Let me deal with the more . . . solid matter that deal with her.”

“You can’t call the crazy-bin this late.” You said, trying to crawl back onto the bed, but Jack had his arms wrapped around your body from behind and dragged you back to the center of the room. “Let me go~ I just want to sleep!”

“Not until you listen to me, and not before you promise you won’t tackle through the window or something.” He turned you around and raised your chin with his hand, looking into the black multifaceted eyes that looked alien-like. You may even say you looked possessed. “This is you: eyes that can see everything, transparent wings that melt into your skin, and that scary mind you carry where you want to dissect everything around you. Now, if you want to look like your nymph self, there’s a way that you can.”

You tried to give him a questionable look, but weren’t sure if he understood it or not, or maybe he had just decided to look sheepishly at his pale feet, wiggle his pale toes, and not answer. You had been about a second away from pulling him by the collar of his hoodie and demand he spit it out instead of causing you heart to do multiple flips as he rested his head on your shoulder, when something caught your eyes. Something small and quick and flew around the room in a blur: there were more than one.

One of them came close to you, and you saw something long coming from a small face. Instinctively, you slap at it and crashed in onto your shoulder where it seemed to have been wanting to land. When you did, something round and shiny fell to the floor sounding similarly like a coin: and it was a gold coin.

“You are one large mosquito.” You opened the palm your hand in between you and Jack as he had pulled back when a squeak emitted from the strangely colored, large mosquito with green feathers. “It’s so soft—like a baby bird.”

“Baby Tooth!” Jack tried to snatch the small creature out of your hand, but you shoved him and sprinted behind Jamie with your prize. “Be careful with her! She’s one of Tooth’s mini fairies!”

The little bird creature seemed to be regaining her composure at the same time the other ‘fairies’ began to swarm around you. They perched on your head, your shoulders, and your outstretched palm where you held this Baby Tooth. All of these fairies looked replicated, exactly the same in color and in size, with the exception of the one in your palm that seemed to have a birth mark underneath one eye. You poked at its stomach with one finger, almost causing Jack a heart attack.

“Please don’t dissected her.” Jack spoke softly.

“She wouldn’t do such a thing.” Jamie defended you, “Wouldn’t you?”

“Of course not,” you answered, trying out your new eyes to study each fairy down to the very last detail, and then said, “I don’t have a scalpel small enough to cut them open without making a mushed mess.”

Both boys looked absolutely horrified.

You laughed, “What? Can’t take a joke? They can—look they giggle.”

The mini fairies where giggling at the faces those two had made when you had told them your ‘joke’. It seemed they understood that you weren’t being serious at all, or knew that you wouldn’t be able to touch them if you did try to cut them open. They were protected by the Guardian, after all.

“This is what you were going to tell me.” you said to Jack, as one by one the fairies dropped a gold coin into your hands. You had knelt down to pick up the one you had made the first fairy drop. “You were going to say that the Guardians could help me create the illusion of looking like myself.”

“This IS yourself.” Jack’s eyes challenged yours, and you were curious to know how he wasn’t intimidated by these new strange eyes that didn’t glow with any light. “And North can help you. Offer you a place to stake, food, and with all those weird thing you like to play with. You can’t live with Jamie, and you know that.”

You looked at Jamie, who gave you a soft smile with a shrug, and you knew he was basically saying the same thing as Jack. You weren’t stupid. You knew that your stay with Jamie was temporary, but you had thought you would be headed home, with your mother, to your lab, not to some unknown place in the North Pole and into Santa’s Workshop. Off all the most ridiculous thing!

“It looks like Tooth’s mini fairies already like you.” Jack grinned, the fairies entangling themselves into your hair, others sitting on your shoulders, Baby Tooth having some sort of mini meeting on your palm with two other fairies. The coins they had deposited in your hands now laid on the nearby desk.

“I don’t get it.” Jamie looked at the scene skeptically. “Why did all these fairies come to leave you gold coins?”

“Because they knew I needed get away money.”

Jack glared. “That’s not it. Tooth’s fairies only bring coins when they collect teeth, and last I heard was that you had hidden your old baby teeth.”

“And you’re such a gossip girl, weather phenomenon.” You deadpanned before explaining the real reason. “It might be because I place all my baby teeth in a pillow of snow as an offering of goodwill—I needed to find you and I felt like making amends, or something, might lead me to you . . . I actually found you soon after.”
Both boys grinned widely and asked the exact same thing. “You? </i>Believed</i>. In the Tooth Fairy?!”

You felt yourself blush and look away from them as you tried to wrap the sweat pants tightly around your waist. It was a shock they had only begun to sag and not landed around your ankles in the past few minutes.

“I didn’t really believed in the Tooth Fairy,” you began to confess, “but when I was a kid, all the other kids kept saying fairies took there teeth an put money underneath their pillow. I thought there was a tooth teeth and that they wanted my teeth for evil purposes. Like, to take my DNA, or maybe to plan it in a criminal scene or something, so I hid them and made sure they were always there.”

Both of them were roaring in laughter as your face flushed a deep crimson. You could hear the fluttering of the fairies, telling them they better stop making fun of a fairy fan, which in truth you weren’t. You had seriously thought they were thieves, but, you guessed, that alone was enough for them to say you believed in the Tooth Fairy. And you weren’t sure if they were wrong or not even though fairies had never been part of your childhood.
“Stop laughing!” you finally managed to yell at them. “The point is, I now have gold coins to use and I don’t have to go with you to the Guardians.”

That stopped them from laughing, Jack taking step towards you, his hand outstretch.

“Trust me, you have nowhere else to go. And don’t try to find the leprechaun, if that is what was going through your mind,” he said with a sly smile.
You pouted. “I wasn’t thinking of some little green man!”

“So you’ll go to the Pole?” Jamie asked, his smile way more sincere than Jack’s, who was still with that mischievous smirk. He already knew what your answer was going to be, and he couldn’t hide his excitement. “You’ll like it there, and you can even help North with new toy ideas for kid inclined to science . . . which I think would be a bad idea if he did allow you to help.”

“Shut up, Jamie.”

“Just think about all the explosions,” he mused aloud, “and the poor Yeti that have to clean all those messes up. You have to be nice to all the Yeti you are going to torture.”

“So it’s a done deal that I’m going?” You asked, “Does it matter to any of you that I don’t like cold places, or the fact and I don’t even like the cold feeling?”

“Nope!”

“And we know that’s a lie,” Jamie added after his chorus of ‘nope’ with Jack, “You love the feeling of cold.”

A portal was already opened, Jack having grabbed the snowglobe and tossed in while you were complaining. He was already positioned in front of it with a smile while you groaned at tried to run away, which Jamie would have nothing of and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Jack, go long.”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

You felt your body being swung in an ark and then felt Jamie loosen his grip and you and sending you flying towards Jack. He gladly accepted you into his arms when you crashed into him, wrapping you in a tight embrace and bringing his face down to nuzzle into the side of your neck. The second to come, while you felt everything twist around you inside the  portal, Jack looked up and brought his face close to yours. He gave you a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, deepening the kiss before you felt the force of him hitting something and you pressing him further into it.

“Oi, mate,” a unfamiliar, accented voice forced you to break the kiss. You looked up to see a huge rabbit looking down at you disapprovingly, “you can’t do that at the Pole.”

“Hey, Bunny,” Jack was grinning from ear to ear, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and refusing to let you go no matter how hard you tried. “I brought the new addition to North’s working elves.”

Your whole body was on fire as the four Guardians looked at you with a smile, and you knew you were going to die, again, due to embarrassment because of this dumb, love struck, weather phenomenon.

“Just so you know,” Jack told them happily, sending and evil look to Bunny, “She loves me and came here to spend the rest of her life with me.”

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“Mate, you have some explaining to do.”