Jamie stared at the guardian of fun. Jack stared back, but not in a playful way. Jamie finally understood. Understood what he had seen so long ago. Well, it had only been two years, but it had been nice while it lasted. Jamie looked as if he might cry, and Jack tried desperately to console him. This had all started when a kid in Jamie's school had committed suicide. He hadn't been a friend, but he had been in the boy's class and had been Jamie's first real experience with the subject.

"Then…Jack, you too?" Jack hated to see the sadness, and to know that it was because of him, but he waited a moment before saying anything.

"Ah...yes, Jamie. But it was long before you were ever born." Jamie gave him a disapproving look.

"Do you think that means I don't care?!" Jack sighed. He sat perched on his staff in the middle of his first believer's bedroom, the aforementioned boy sitting on his bed.

"Well, what do you want me to say about it? It's not like it could have killed me. That's how it is. Remember?"

"I want you to say you never will! What if everyone commits suicide now? You, Jonathan..." Jack leapt down and crossed the room, and tried to pat the twelve year old on the shoulder. Tears crept into the child's eyes, for he still was a child. Two years had not changed this, and neither had his newfound knowledge on people.

"Jamie, everyone won't commit suicide, I promise." How could everyone do that? Jamie knew tons of people, after all. They couldn't all die. "Besides, you'll stop believing in me, and it will be like I was never alive, anyway." Woops. That was the wrong thing to say. Jamie stood up, angry at the statement.

"No, it won't! I won't stop believing in you, and even if I do, that doesn't mean you never existed!" He yelled as though his life depended on it, before losing his force, and he sat back down, deflated. "How can you even say that, Jack? I thought you knew that I would always believe in you…"

"I'm sorry. I know you will." At least, hopefully for a while longer. But he did not voice these thoughts, instead sitting down next to Jamie, and promising him that he wouldn't ever die and leave him, and that he wouldn't try and commit suicide again. Which Jack found a little redundant, but he knew that it was necessary to comfort him, and that this day had been long in coming. He was almost surprised when he found that frozen tears had made their way into his eyes, as well.

"Jack, do people…cut themselves?" Jack frowned, but knew that it was best to be honest. It was only natural that the news came to the boy after the suicide, after all.

"Yes. Some people do." He swallowed, uncomfortable with the part of the role model. "But I want you to never do it, okay?" Jamie looked surprised.

"Of course I wouldn't! But…why do they do that?" Jack sighed, and scraped at the floor with the tip of his staff.

"I don't pretend to understand people, Jamie. But people cut themselves when they are very upset, or they are feeling really bad."

"My mom told me about that. I didn't believe her that people do that, but she said that they do it to get attention." Jack bit his lip, old emotions roiling beneath his skin at the words.

"Maybe that's why, sometimes. But I don't think that's actually why. At least, not anywhere near as often as she seems to think." Jamie seemed satisfied with that answer, and stood up, wiping away the tears that had gathered on his cheeks. Jack followed suit, brushing away the specks of ice that had blocked his vision for the few minutes that they'd sat. "Do you want to go play with your friends?" Jamie nodded, and Jack was grateful. He'd rather never revisit that part of his past again.

A/N: Yay, I finally added something. This is probably the last, unless I get more inspiration. This one was a bit hard for me, because I've been caught cutting before, and it definitely wasn't for attention, but I think it was a good addition to the story.