12 Days of Frostmas: Day Ten
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12 Days of Frostmas
Day Ten
December 23, 1985
Jack awoke with something foreign next to him. His eyes snapped open only to see the closed ones of Phil. A smile spread across his face, remembering the night before. He brushed a strand of hair from his lover's face. He's so peaceful.
Suddenly, Jack felt nausea sweep over him. Dizziness cause his head to fall back into the pillow. Then, as quickly it had come, the sick feeling was gone. He sat up and his jaw dropped.
There, standing at the end of his bed was Father Time. Jack pulled the covers closer around him and squealed, “Don't you know-”
“You sure you want to wake him?”
Jack's eyes darted to Phil's sleeping form. He lowered his voice and repeated what he had started moments before, “Don't you know how to knock!?”
“Sorry, Frost. I was not expecting you to be be in the nude.”
“Do you have any comprehension how rude this is? I feel you're invading my personal space.”
Father Time rolled his eyes and took a step back.
“What do you want?” Jack growled at him.
“I'll cut right to the chase, then.”
“Yes, you do that.”
“Point is, Frost, you still haven't done your job yet. You've been here a little over a week. An ice storm does not count, mostly because you didn't have it hit here specifically. Frost, Christmas Eve is tomorrow. I suggest you quit seducing the locals and concentrate on how much snow you'll dump on them in the next couple days.”
As Father Time spoke, Jack found himself getting only angry. Now, if one knew Jack, they would know he didn't have a hot temper, he was a cool guy a majority of the time; what one might call a positive trait. Of course, he was so cool that he would use this trait to deceive and trick others. However, Father Time was poking him in the ribs now, and he was not liking it one bit.
“Remember, Frost, you don't do either of your jobs, there will be no coming home and your powers will begin to slip away.”
Jack opened his mouth to yell and curse at Father Time, when he heard Phil yawn, drawing his attention away. His anger soothed and he turned back to Father Time.
“Don't worry, baldy. I'll get the jobs done. You're right, Christmas Eve is tomorrow and that's when I'll do my jobs. Don't you worry,” he sneered the last sentence with a sly smirk.
Father Time nodded, then turned to leave. Then he spun around, facing Jack once again, “One more thing, Frost.”
“What is it?”
“That man there; you've gotten close, I see.”
Jack gave to no reply.
Father Time continued, “Have you told him who you are?”
“No, he wouldn't have believed me.”
“How do you know?”
Jack opened his mouth, he shook his head, but no answer came, except, “I don't.”
“He seems to really care about you.”
“I guess.”
“And do you him?”
“You know as well as I do that I could not... not as much as he probably does for me.”
“But you wish you could.”
Jack glared at him, “It's impossible. You and Mother Nature told me so many years ago.”
“Perhaps we did. But I'm not saying that you have to melt your icy overtone to at least care about him.”
“Are you trying to confuse me?” Father Time opened his mouth to answer, but Jack Frost continued, “Besides, don't I have enough on my mind? If you don't have anything useful to tell me, could you go away?”
“Fine, may or may not be seeing you, Frost,” said Father Time before turning and disappearing into thin air.
Jack lay back down beside Phil, who stirred slightly, then slowly opened his eyes. He smiled.
“Hey,” Phil said.
“Hey,” Jack replied.
“What time is it?”
“Still early.”
“Do we have to get up?”
“No, in fact... let's call room service and stay in here all day,” Jack suggested.
Phil closed his eyes, “Sounds good.”
Jack gave him a kiss on the nose, “I'll be right back,” he slipped out of bed, donned a robe, and reached for the phone. He called room service and ordered some breakfast, then sat down on the bed.
“You should really get that heater fixed, Jack,” said Phil, curling up into a ball, “the bed's cold as ice.”
Jack smirked, No, I won't tell him... not yet.
TBC
12 Days of Frostmas
Day Ten
December 23, 1985
Jack awoke with something foreign next to him. His eyes snapped open only to see the closed ones of Phil. A smile spread across his face, remembering the night before. He brushed a strand of hair from his lover's face. He's so peaceful.
Suddenly, Jack felt nausea sweep over him. Dizziness cause his head to fall back into the pillow. Then, as quickly it had come, the sick feeling was gone. He sat up and his jaw dropped.
There, standing at the end of his bed was Father Time. Jack pulled the covers closer around him and squealed, “Don't you know-”
“You sure you want to wake him?”
Jack's eyes darted to Phil's sleeping form. He lowered his voice and repeated what he had started moments before, “Don't you know how to knock!?”
“Sorry, Frost. I was not expecting you to be be in the nude.”
“Do you have any comprehension how rude this is? I feel you're invading my personal space.”
Father Time rolled his eyes and took a step back.
“What do you want?” Jack growled at him.
“I'll cut right to the chase, then.”
“Yes, you do that.”
“Point is, Frost, you still haven't done your job yet. You've been here a little over a week. An ice storm does not count, mostly because you didn't have it hit here specifically. Frost, Christmas Eve is tomorrow. I suggest you quit seducing the locals and concentrate on how much snow you'll dump on them in the next couple days.”
As Father Time spoke, Jack found himself getting only angry. Now, if one knew Jack, they would know he didn't have a hot temper, he was a cool guy a majority of the time; what one might call a positive trait. Of course, he was so cool that he would use this trait to deceive and trick others. However, Father Time was poking him in the ribs now, and he was not liking it one bit.
“Remember, Frost, you don't do either of your jobs, there will be no coming home and your powers will begin to slip away.”
Jack opened his mouth to yell and curse at Father Time, when he heard Phil yawn, drawing his attention away. His anger soothed and he turned back to Father Time.
“Don't worry, baldy. I'll get the jobs done. You're right, Christmas Eve is tomorrow and that's when I'll do my jobs. Don't you worry,” he sneered the last sentence with a sly smirk.
Father Time nodded, then turned to leave. Then he spun around, facing Jack once again, “One more thing, Frost.”
“What is it?”
“That man there; you've gotten close, I see.”
Jack gave to no reply.
Father Time continued, “Have you told him who you are?”
“No, he wouldn't have believed me.”
“How do you know?”
Jack opened his mouth, he shook his head, but no answer came, except, “I don't.”
“He seems to really care about you.”
“I guess.”
“And do you him?”
“You know as well as I do that I could not... not as much as he probably does for me.”
“But you wish you could.”
Jack glared at him, “It's impossible. You and Mother Nature told me so many years ago.”
“Perhaps we did. But I'm not saying that you have to melt your icy overtone to at least care about him.”
“Are you trying to confuse me?” Father Time opened his mouth to answer, but Jack Frost continued, “Besides, don't I have enough on my mind? If you don't have anything useful to tell me, could you go away?”
“Fine, may or may not be seeing you, Frost,” said Father Time before turning and disappearing into thin air.
Jack lay back down beside Phil, who stirred slightly, then slowly opened his eyes. He smiled.
“Hey,” Phil said.
“Hey,” Jack replied.
“What time is it?”
“Still early.”
“Do we have to get up?”
“No, in fact... let's call room service and stay in here all day,” Jack suggested.
Phil closed his eyes, “Sounds good.”
Jack gave him a kiss on the nose, “I'll be right back,” he slipped out of bed, donned a robe, and reached for the phone. He called room service and ordered some breakfast, then sat down on the bed.
“You should really get that heater fixed, Jack,” said Phil, curling up into a ball, “the bed's cold as ice.”
Jack smirked, No, I won't tell him... not yet.
TBC