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if i was not myself, and you were someone else
[ With winter break fast approaching for the grade schoolers seated in front of her, Tatiana could only smile wide at their anxiousness to get out of the classroom and bound through the snow. There was no way she could blame them, of course; while she thrilled at the life that bloomed in spring, there was just something about winter that, well. Warmed her. It was a silly thing that she never spoke of with anyone else, but she felt it every time the snow fell.
As it was, then. She looked out the window with a soft smile, hands folded behind her back as her thoughts rushed a mile a minute. All the snowmen, and snow angels, the snowball fights and sledding and ice skating and hot chocolate and holly. So much to do in one season, it was almost impossible to decide where one should start.
Clasping her hands together, she addressed the group of young children wriggling in their seats. ]
All right, everyone! The bell's going to ring very soon, but I just wanted to wish you all a fantastic winter break! Happy Holidays! Make sure you all bundle up, you don't want the cold nipping along after you, do you?
As it was, then. She looked out the window with a soft smile, hands folded behind her back as her thoughts rushed a mile a minute. All the snowmen, and snow angels, the snowball fights and sledding and ice skating and hot chocolate and holly. So much to do in one season, it was almost impossible to decide where one should start.
Clasping her hands together, she addressed the group of young children wriggling in their seats. ]
All right, everyone! The bell's going to ring very soon, but I just wanted to wish you all a fantastic winter break! Happy Holidays! Make sure you all bundle up, you don't want the cold nipping along after you, do you?

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Her eyes lift to him for a moment, before back down to the cylinder they hold. Without even second guessing whether what she's doing is correct or not, she presses her fingertips against the center of the design, breathing in sharply as it opens up.
And in the light, everything comes flying back. Memories of childhood, of an old home with a happy family and the friends that surrounded her. Of flights, of fights. Of the children she visited, leaving trinkets and baubles for in exchange for something to remind them of the joy they once had in their times of need.
Of being chosen. Of the Guardians. Her friends, her new family.
Of Jack. Pitch.
She closes her eyes tightly, head bowing forward as one hand raises to cover her mouth to try and hold back tears. ]
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He doesn't say anything, too afraid of what she might say should he speak.]
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Everything aches with the knowledge of Jack's betrayal, but instead of lash out at him, or push him away, or rebuke him for what he'd done, she steps in a little closer.
Her forehead rests at his collar, and she lowers her hand from her mouth to curl into his hoodie again. ]
Why?
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You don't know what it's like, living three hundred years and nobody seeing you even though you're right there.
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[ She bites her lip, fisting her hand in the cold material beneath it. There's nothing she can really do to stop him from leaving, if he really wanted to. Even with her memories, no one believes in her. The Guardians are, essentially, disbanded. She's practically human, and it's so foreign to her despite having lived that way since she lost her memories. She has no strength to stand in his way.
But she holds on anyways. ]
Jack, if they believe in you now, if they see you now, it's not for who you really are. It's because they're afraid.
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[Oh Jack knows. He knows by the way kids look at him, the wonder and fear in their eyes. It's not the same joy he used to see on their faces, and instead of laughter they scream when they feel the frosty air. Like he was a monster from their darkest nightmares.]
I used to think it wouldn't matter if they feared me. [He opens his eyes.] I was wrong.
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[ The ache Tooth feels now is for him, for what he must've gone through alone. Looking up at him again finally, eyes wet and wide and right again, bright violet despite the pain in them, she presses the cylinder case against his chest. Over his heart. ]
You care. You found me again, and you brought me this. You helped me remember, despite everything. [ Her jaw sets, and her brow furrows. ] So I'm going to help you now.
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Thank you.
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[ Her determination doesn't leave her, but she does smile up at him, releasing his hoodie so she can touch his face again with a small hand. Thumb sweeping over the curve of his cheek, as if he's the one that looks like he's on the verge of tears, she shakes her head. ]
I remember you, Jack Frost. And I will always believe in you.
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I guess that makes three of us...well...two and a half.
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[ Her confusion is obvious, brow furrowing for another reason entirely now as she looks up at him. Of course there's the two of them, but who would count as half? Hopefully not a child, they counted for far more than that.
Did one of the other Guardians survive in some way? Like she had? ]
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[Jack props his staff against a desk and reaches back behind his head with both of his hands, lifting something out of his hood. When he brings his hands back over his head, he's holding onto a fluffy grey bunny.]
By two and a half I mean Cottontail here.
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Bunnymund! Have you been taking care of him all this time?
[ Unable to help herself, she reaches out to gently touch between his ears. Almost as if assessing his condition, and assuring herself that he's all right. ]
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Guess you could say he was a stand in for my conscious. Wouldn't leave me alone until I paid attention to him. [He frowns for a moment.] He hasn't talked since the kids stopped believing in Easter.
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Then he's still doing his job. [ A smile, though there's a sad twist to it. ] I hate that we'll have so long to wait until Easter.
[ And then it occurs to her. Christmas. ]
Do you know what happened to Nicholas?
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I tracked him down to Russia. If anything, the guy's about as cliche as a love story. He's working in a toy factory.
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[ And she supposes that can be applied to her, as well. Teaching created memories, ones that many hoped children would hold onto. Much as being a dentist, of all things, would probably suit her, in hindsight being a teacher tied her so closely to what she wanted to protect and nourish. ]
Do you... do you have his case?
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I snatched it and yours when I left Pitch's this morning.
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[ She wants to throw her arms around him again, hold onto him tight because he left Pitch's. Maybe to some that wouldn't seem like him defecting, but to Tooth it's a leap in the right direction. There's no hesitation in her reaching out to take it, familiarity in her touch as she looks at the cheerful face at one end of it. ]
We'll be able to fix this. We will.
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I just hope it's not too late.
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[ She looks up at Jack from the case, shifting one of her hands to cover his on it with a wide and hopeful smile, all teeth. Everything in her heart still aches, down to her very core, but there's hope. A certain kangarabbit made sure of that. ]