Last chapter guys (probably)

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"Jack!"

"North!"

"They're back!"

Jack was quickly met with a flurry of feathers and colourful arms wrapped around his neck. Purple eyes met his, glinting with happiness, before shifting the the older man next to him.

"North!" Tooth practically screamed, pulling the Cossack into the hug. "Thank Goodness!"

"Tooth – ya gonna crush them!" Bunny's voice came from behind the fairy, and the spirit saw, through the feathers, the grey-blue colouring of the Pooka's fur.

"Hey, Kangaroo!" Jack said, voice muffled by the feathers. He heard Bunny laugh in amusement.

"You're okay!" Tooth finally released her strong embrace, fluttering backwards a few inches. Jack saw that Sandy was standing beside Bunny, a smiley-face symbol above his head expressing his joy.

"Aster! Sandy! You here too! That iz good!" North boomed, laughing. Sandy nodded eagerly and floated higher to greet the Cossack; Bunny gave him a small wave, a smiling. Jack stood back slightly, letting the older guardians share the moment.

Jack yawned, stretching his limbs slightly. He thought back to before, thinking about what that strange man had said. The memory was a blur, but the man's words still were buried in his mind.

"Oi Frostbite! Get over 'ere!" The spirit looked up and saw that the four guardians were locked in a group hug. North was stretching his arm out, inviting him to join.

It wasn't like Jack didn't want to – heck, he would love to – but the fact still remained that he had never been in a group hug before. He had no clue what to do. So, Jack being Jack, tried to avoid it.

"Guys, I'm goo-" before he could finish his well-rehearsed explanation, Sandy had caught Jack with a dream rope and tugged him into the group. North's arm wrapped around his and he was pressed closer to everyone, feeling the other guardians close around him. And he found that he…

…liked it.

For the first time in his life he felt the warmth of another being close to him. He only hoped that his temperature wasn't too cold.

The hug broke up after a few more seconds and Tooth's eyes were brimming with tears. In fact, North's were too, and Bunny was sniffing slightly.

"You never told me you found the others!" North boomed in his broken english, facing the spirit with a wide smile. Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, twisting his staff in his hand.

"Sorry…I was a bit busy…" he apologised, unable to wipe the smile on his face. North laughed and slapped the spirit on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

"Iz fine. As long as you are fine." North said quieter, and Jack nodded in response.

"I'm good."

"What happened, anyway?" Tooth asked, noticing the small exchange. "Is Pitch gone?"

"Pitch won't be coming back for a few centuries, in short." Jack responded, grinning. North muttered something like "good riddance!" before gesturing for the other guardians to sit down. They had arrived in the Pole's globe room, wanting to check the lights. Sure enough, when Jack looked up at the huge dome more lights were flickering on.

"It has been long day. And this iz a long story. Sit." The Cossack invited, and the guardians took their usual seats. Nothing had changed.

Jack flopped onto the squashy chair, furthest from the fire, and let himself slump backwards, exhausted. North was right – it had been a long day. The spirit listened vaguely as North began the story, watching as he spread his arms out wide. He always had a way with stories which rivalled Jack's own.

Laughing softly, the spirit let his thoughts drift, and again, he thought of the strange man in the field. He couldn't even remember how he got there – one second he was in North's arms, and the next he was in a huge field with white flowers. White flowers that were the same as the ones lying on his bed still.

Jack let his eyes flutter shut, no longer afraid about what may happen. It was over. It felt strange, not running around trying to save others: it had become so normal for him that it was almost uncomfortable. But it was over. And finally, he could get some rest.

—

"Man in Moon brought him back?!" Bunny said, almost shouting. North nodded, stroking his beard. "That's…that's not been done in millions of years…"

The guardians were listening intently to North's account of what happened. Their once joyful expressions were now twisted in shock and curiosity.

"But he…died for you? For us?" Tooth sniffed, wiping her eyes. Bunny didn't blame her. He could feel his own tears pricking in his eyes, though he was against it.

"Yes." North looked down, deep in thought. "But for a few minutes, it was real…I don't want to feel what I felt then ever again." The Cossack quickly wiped a tear from his eye.

"Let's just be glad that Jack is okay." Sandy signed, gaining everyone's attention. Out of instinct, all guardians looked over to their youngest member, who was…

…sleeping.

Jack was curled up on the couch, staff in one hand, snoring softly.

"Li'l Bugga's gone and tired himself out." Bunny said fondly. Tooth giggled quietly.

"Look at him! I'm glad he's finally getting rest." She said, smiling.

"Looks like he needed it." North said, also smiling fondly. Sandy sprinkled some sand over the teen's head, and they watched as it took the shape of dolphins.

"Always dolphins." Tooth whispered.

"I think we should all get some rest. It has been tiring for us too." Sandy yawned. "Personally, I'm knackered."

"Good idea, Sandy!" North boomed, quickly getting shushed by Bunny and Tooth. Quieter, he added. "There are plenty guest rooms in Pole, no?"

—

Jack was in the field again. The white flowers were gently getting pushed by the warm breeze, and the spirit watched them for a while before finally deciding to pick one. The plant was warm in his hand, and glowed slightly at his touch.

"Did you make the right choice?"

Jack turned and saw the man again, staring at him. He was silver and smaller than the spirit, but had two large white eyes that each looked like a moon.

"Yes." Jack answered, holding the flower close to his chest. "Yes I did."

The man hummed, looking at the flower in the spirit's palm.

"Pretty, aren't they?" He said offhandedly, also picking one for himself. "They are called Oleanders. Very pretty, but very harmful."

"And your point is?" Jack asked, stroking the flower petal. The man chuckled slightly, his eyes glowing brighter.

"There is no point in that, Jackson. It was just a nice fact." The man walked further away from the spirit, placing the flower in his coat pocket.

"Do you know who I am, Jack Frost?" He asked after a long pause. Jack shook his head. "Do you know why you are here?" Again, Jack shook his head.

"My name is Tsar Lunar." The man said, eyes blinking owlishly. Jack wrapped the flower around his staff.

"Is that name supposed to be familiar to me?" He asked, watching the man with interest. The breeze blew again, and the spirit relished the warmth brushing against his cheek.

"Only if you deem it too." Tsar answered, looking back at the spirit. "Does it?"

"No."

"Well then, it isn't familiar to you." The man stopped walking and stared at the landscape ahead. From what Jack could see, it was just more fields and flowers.

"You were brought here because you were at a crossroad, Jack Frost." Tsar said. He gestured for the spirit. "Come."

Jack walked over to where the man was standing, carefully avoiding the flowers. Tsar didn't react to the movement, but kept staring in front of him.

"You were at crossroads, Jackson. You could choose." Tsar continued.

"Choose what?" Jack asked holding the flower in his palm once more.

"What indeed." The man answered, unblinking. A silence followed and Jack considered leaving to…wherever, but Tsar spoke just as his leg twitched.

"You could've stayed here." Tsar Lunar gestured to the endless fields. "But you chose to leave. Why?"

Jack blinked, thinking about the question.

"They need me." He whispered, stroking the flower. He paused. "And I…I need them. I'm not ready to leave them yet."

Tsar nodded, smiling.

"You still don't disappoint me, Jack Frost."

Jack turned away from the landscape, walking across the field and away from the silver man. He suddenly paused mid-step.

"Why am I here this time?" The spirit asked, turning around. Tsar smiled.

"I thought you deserved an explanation. Otherwise you would've began to think that you were crazy." The man turned his back to Jack, holding his hands behind his back. "Anyway, I have been babbling too long. It's about time you woke up, Jack Frost. Until next time."

—

Jack felt his eyes open, and found he was staring at the Pole's ceiling. He turned to look at the globe, staring at the lights; his attention was brought to a certain one in Canada, which was shining the brightest.

Could it be…

The spirit sat up, stretching, and felt something brush against his side.

"What the…"

He blinked owlishly, holding up a white flower in his hand. It was quite beautiful, and it was warm to touch.

"Where did this come from?" Jack muttered. The flower looked familiar, but he couldn't think why. Shrugging, he wrapped the long stem around his staff, freezing it into place. Satisfied with the look, the spirit stood up, moving to the window.

"I'm only going to Canada, they won't miss me…they're probably asleep right now." Jack muttered, standing on the windowsill. In a flurry of snowflakes he was gone, soaring through the sky.

—

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Jack landed softly on the ground, amazed at the small children in front of him.

They could see him.

Two of them had their mouths open in shock after seeing a person fall from the sky, and the last child had screamed in delight, running for her "grandpa"

The children were obviously siblings; all had matching brown eyes with various shades of brown hair. The boy staring at him suddenly broke into a smile, jumping in delight.

"You're Jack Frost! Your Jack Frost!" He yelled happily, and his sister joined in, running around his legs.

"Hey…slow down!" Jack laughed, crouching. The children stopped, breathless, staring at the spirit.

"Is it true that you can make pretty snowflakes?" The boy asked, eyes shining. Jack grinned and flicked his hand, creating a small group of snowflakes. The children gasped as the spirit placed a larger one in each of their hands, grinning.

"Grandpa! Look! It's Jack Frost! He looks just like you said!"

The last, and oldest, sibling came running forwards, her hair tangled and in her face.

"Grandpa!" The two younger children turned, one hanging onto Jack's sleeve. Jack stood up, watching as a man came forward, getting tugged by the children. Jack's breath caught in his throat and a grin spread across his face. The older man was wearing a grin to rival it, eyes lightening up at the sight of the spirit.

Sure, his hair was now grey, his was creased and he moved more stiffly, but Jack could only see the child he had spend hours on end with, playing in the snow.

Jamie.

"You took your time." Jamie joked.

"I got caught up in some things. But I'm free now." Jack gave him a mischievous look. "A good time for a snowball fight."

"I would like that."

The end (probably)

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