Title: Saved

Summery: The five times the Guardians unknowingly saved Jack, and the one time they knew.

Warning: Mentions of depression (not strait out), tame curses, and thoughts of suicide.

SANDY:

Jack was alone. No one could see him. No one could hear him. And no body could talk to him.

The winter spirt had risen from the lake made of ice nearly 10 years ago. He wandered the Earth in that time, spreading snow. He understood that his job was important, but the boy couldn't help but hate his life.

He couldn't understand why the moon had put him hear, only to make it so he lived a miserable life.

Well no more, Jack decided, I'm through with this crappy life.

Standing in front of the lake he had been born from, Jack really was going to do it. He had old rusty knives (found abandoned in the forest) next to a whole in the ice. His plan was to cut his wrists, and then jump into the ice. If blood lost didn't kill him, drowning will (he hoped).

But before Jack did that, he wanted to vist the town nearby one last time.

Every night, Jack would sit on a roof and watched as the golden sand spread it's way across the towns and cities. He watched as they formed pictures of anything and everything the children would dream about.

On nights that Jack felt extra happy, he would chase the sand and try to find where it came from, but he had never been able to.

Jack quickly flew to the town and sat down to watch the sand's magic.

On this night, however, the sand seemed to be moving differently. It moved faster, as if guided by someone.

Further up in the sky, the Sandman, Sandy, spotted the boy sitting on the roof, watching his sand. The boy didn't look any older the 14 to Sandy, and he was worried about the boy.

Sandy silently floated down and landed on the ground in front of the house the boy was on. He tried to get the boy's attention, but there wasn't much the silent man could do.

Finally, Sandy bent down and made a ball out of the snow. He threw the ball up so it hit the boy. To his horror, the boy fell off the roof.

Just as he was about to leave, Jack felt himself get hit by a snowball. Not expecting it, Jack lost his balance and began to fall. Before he hit the ground, Jack called upon the wind to catch him, allowing him to land safely on the ground.

Jack saw a short man starring at him with wide eyes. Not at me, Jack corrected himself, At something behind me.

Jack turned around to see what held the man's interest, but saw noting but the wooden wall of the house. Turning back to the man, he saw that his features had changed. The short man was now smiling and waving at Jack.

Now, it was Jack's turn to be shock. "C-C-Can you see me?" Jack asked, slightly fearful of the answer.

Sandy nodded his head at the boy. It didn't take the legend long to figure out that this boy was a new spirt. Sandy was concerned, however, when the boy asked if he could hear him.

When the man nodded his head to both of his questions, Jack couldn't believe it. No one had ever seen him. Some pictures formed over the man's head. "Your the Sandman," Jack said, "You control the golden sand."

Sandy nodded, and formed pictures to ask the boy what his name was. "Jack," the bow answered, "Jack Frost. Spirit of winter."

Sandy smiled at the boy once again, surprised. He knew of spirits for the other three season, but didn't know their was one for winter.

Jack had a lot of questions for the golden man, but before he could even ask one, Sandy "said" he had to go. Upset, Jack said good-bye as the man started to fly away.

"Wait!" Jack called. Sandy turned around to look at the winter child, "Are there others like us?" Jack asked.

Sandy blinked, once again surprised by this boy, before he nodded and formed pictures of many spirits. He waved good bye, and left Jack all alone once again.

But Jack didn't go to his lake, he didn't kill himself like he had planned. Now, Jack knew that some people could see him, and he intended to find them.