A/N: Damn plot bunnies, they just won't leave me alone! But this is also based on an idea that my friend and I came up with. We were naming similarities between Jack and Jamie and all of a sudden I realized that Sophie and Jack's younger sister (who I have decided to fan name her Katherine or Kat for short) look really similar to each other.

And so this story was born! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own RotG, but I do own the plot and a few minor OC's that will be required (ex: the teacher, the bullies, etc.)

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Five years. Five years had passed since the battle with Pitch. Jack still brought snow to Burgess, sometimes more than they probably should get (not that Jamie was complaining), but right now Jamie had hoped he would come with another snow day. Or at the very least follow him to school. Now, sixteen year old Jamie Bennett was practically dying of boredom in English class.

Normally Jamie loved English because he loved writing stories and listening to them. But his first English teacher as a junior in high school had retired last month and he was stuck with a stingy, strict teacher who always said, "English isn't for story time."

In short, Jamie hated her.

Miss Jones (what a boring last name, Jamie thought) was droning on and on about Robert Frost while Jamie was doodling snowflakes in his notebook. He looked out the window and saw the familiar white-haired winter spirit flying through the air, making it snow. Jack looked inside and gave an eager wave to Jamie who smiled and returned a small wave back.

Then, Miss Jones slammed her hand on Jamie's desk, grabbing his attention.

"Mr. Bennett," she said.

"Yes, ma'am?" Jamie replied.

"Who were you waving at?"

Jamie gave a cheeky smile and remarked, "Jack Frost of course!"

A small ripple of laughter went through the room.

"Do you think this is funny, Mr. Bennett? You have responded with that every time I ask it. And you doodle in your notebook rather than take notes!"

"Well, Jack's my best friend, why wouldn't I want to say hi?"

"You can greet your friend after school, but this is English class not art or naptime."

"But I wasn't even sleeping! The Sandman can't visit during the day."

"Oh, and I suppose the Easter Bunny helps Santa Clause deliver presents?"

"No, Bunny and North argue on whether Easter or Christmas is more important. Personally, I think Christmas is better, but don't tell that to Bunny."

"If you think telling stories is so much fun, then you can tell me all about your family."

Miss Jones walked to the board and wrote:

Ancestry Project

Research your family's history and family tree and write an analytical essay about it. You will be giving an oral report when you return from vacation.

She faced the class again and said, "This project will be worth seventy percent of your grade, so no slacking off. It will be due on the day you return from winter break."

At that moment, the bell rang and everyone's excited mood for winter break sobered up and they were all disappointed, Jamie especially. He didn't want to be stuck with a stupid project for the majority of his winter break and he didn't even have a clue about his family history! Why should he care now?

Unfortunately, the school bully, Darius, agreed as well. Darius and his gang grabbed Jamie with the back collar of his shirt and lifted him off the snowy stairs of the high school entrance.

"So, it's because of you that we're stuck with this stupid English project," Darius snarled.

"I don't want to do it as much as you, now let me go!" Jamie retorted. But Darius didn't listen.

Before he knew what was going on, Jamie was being carried like a potato sack into the school. Jamie knew what was coming and tried to escape, but Darius didn't pay any attention. He hated being bullied, but he was picked on for believing in childish stories and fairy tales despite being in high school.

Darius carried Jamie as his gang tailed behind to an empty locker and shoved the young boy in. Before Jamie could get out, Darius shut the door and locked it for safe keeping. Even at sixteen years old, Jamie was still small for his age, only at 5'3. Said teen thrashed about in the locker, calling out for help.

"HELP! SOMEONE! JACK! ANYONE! HELP, I'M LOCKED IN A LOCKER!" he called.

Soon enough, he heard a rustling outside.

"Jamie? Is that you?" a familiar voice asked.

"Jack?" Jamie replied.

"Yeah, how'd you get in the locker?"

"I'll explain later, but can you . . . um, let me out?"

"Sure." Jack froze the lock on the locker and broke it off and the locker opened and Jamie pulled himself out.

"Thanks."

"So how'd you get in there?" Jack asked.

"Darius," Jamie replied.

"Oh, that asshole. I can take care of him."

"Jack." Jamie gave a pointed look at Jack. Despite the fact that Jamie wanted to get back at Darius, he didn't want to be a bully like him. Jack pouted.

"Please?" he asked as Jamie walked back outside and picked up his fallen backpack.

"No, besides I have a stupid project to work on," he said as he put on his backpack.

"Is there any way I can help?"

"I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

With Jack walking next to him (which was something he was very grateful for seeing as he didn't want to be alone), Jamie walked over to the elementary school to pick up Sophie. Of course, since it was winter break, Jamie had a minimum day and Sophie still had a half an hour left of school, so he and Jack played hacky-sack with a snowball Jack created so that it didn't crumble or melt until the elementary school was out.

Jack won several times until the bell rang and all the children ran out. A nine year old blonde girl with Jamie's eyes bounced out. Sophie was humming a song as she skipped down the path and saw Jack and Jamie.

"Jackie!" Sophie cried as she hugged the winter spirit.

"Hey, Soph, how are you doing?" Jack asked. "Made any new friends in elementary school?"

Sophie's smile faded at that statement and Jack frowned.

"What? What's the matter?" he asked.

"I don't have any friends. No one believes me when I said I know the Easter Bunny, they said I was lying," Sophie said sadly. "They also say that the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, and the other aren't real. They're wrong, right Jack?"

Jack glanced at Jamie, worried. Jamie gave a sad look, confirming Jack's fears that children were beginning to believe less.

"Yes, they're wrong. They're real, if they weren't then you wouldn't be able to see me," Jack said, forcing a smile.

Sophie smiled and hugged Jack again, but both Jack and Jamie were worried. Children at Sophie's age were beginning to stop believing? That wasn't a good sign.

"Anyway, Soph, we should get going. Jack can come if you want," Jamie said.

"Yay!" Sophie cheered.

Meanwhile, somewhere in a cavern in the middle of nowhere, a low chuckle went through the area.

"Finally, the Guardians will fall."

A/N: And that's the first chapter of Family Matters. I'm looking forward to more! And winter break is coming up, so I'll have a better chance of writing it during that time if I'm not traveling. If I am, I'll let you guys know.

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