A/N: Title: Before Help Came
Summary: 'Piece by piece, day by day, sometimes second by second, they were healing him. They were putting him back together. Putting everything that made him JACK back together.
His spirit…his smile…his broken, broken heart.'
Before help came, Jack was dead.
Before help came, his eyes had faded, lost all their original color and of course their sparkle of mischief.
Jack heard his sister's cries as he fell into the icy water, but how could he answer them?
Water filled up his ears, eyes and mouth.
His eyes turned crystal blue and his hair glowed white.
The moon told Jack he was Jack Frost.
And when the moon tells you something…believe it.
Before help came, the blizzards did.
The endless blizzards, the blizzards that froze everything in sight, killing hundreds of people who had been out on the roads that day.
The blizzards came on so suddenly.
The wind wailed and howled, and ice formed on everything that touched the wild, wayward snowflakes.
Nothing could calm the storm except time.
WHY was he stuck in this wintry body, stuck in a world devoid of color and warmth, just like his body?
WHY had the moon told him he was Jack Frost?
WHY was he Jack Frost in the first place?
How could he make snow?
WHY?
HOW?
WHO?
Before help came, the ice did.
It froze him, everything about him, just the way he was.
It froze his emotions…could they ever be defrosted?
It froze his body…would he ever age?
It froze his shattered heart…would it ever melt and beat again?
Before help came, the Guardians did.
And they were their own form of help.
Piece by piece, day by day, sometimes second by second, they were healing him.
They were putting him back together.
Putting everything that made him JACK back together.
His spirit…his smile…his broken, broken heart.