A/N:

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians in any shape or form.

Jack did not know everything.

Sure, he had learned some pretty awesome things over the years, and seen some pretty awesome things as well. But he himself would be the first to admit that he was still clueless about a good deal of stuff.

One thing he was absolutely, one-hundred-percent sure about, though, was that he was not supposed to have a freaking tail.

For a little while, he stood frozen, blue eyes wide and mouth agape in shock.

He had a tail.

He had a tail.

Moon, he had a freaking tail!

And the damn thing was FLUFFY, too!

With a jolt, he jerked out of his little reverie and examined himself, furry chest heaving as he grew more and more panicked with every second. Mentally, he formed a small analysis of his current situation.

He was standing on four legs.

He had fur.

He had a muzzle.

He had paws.

He could feel the cold.

And he had a freaking tail!

And it was about this time that the former winter spirit decided to behave in a perfectly reasonable manner.

He proceeded to scream.

Loudly.

So loudly, in fact, that when a certain overgrown rabbit appeared on the scene, said rabbit found himself on the receiving end of one of the worst headaches in recorded history.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOORTH!"

Nicholas St. North jumped out of his chair as a gray-haired Pooka ran into the Globe Room. Fearing the worst, he drew his sabers as Sandy brought out his sand whips. Tooth covered her mouth with her hands, concern filling her eyes.

"Bunny, what's wrong?! Is Sweet Tooth okay?! Is he hurt?"

"WORSE!" Panting, the Guardian of Hope lifted the white furry object he was holding up to her face. "LOOK!"

Tooth looked.

She blinked.

She blinked again.

"E. Aster Bunnymund...why are you holding an arctic fox in front of my face?"

"It's not jus' any fox, sheila! It's FROSTBITE!"

Tooth looked at the slightly maniacal-looking Pooka, then at the fox, and then back at Bunny, before calmly moving back a step. "Um, Bunny? That's a fox."

"So?"

"...Jack is not a fox."

"He is now!"

She moved back another step. "Bunny...Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm FINE! Frostbite ISN'T!"

Now completely convinced that Bunny had lost his mind, Tooth moved back a few more feet. Still, she couldn't help but be struck by how calm the fox was about this. Normally, a wild animal would be clawing furiously to get free, but this fox seemed almost bored.

She bit her lip. "Bunny, Jack isn't a fox."

"Yes he is!"

"NO, he's NOT. I don't know what sort of joke this is, Aster, but it isn't funny! Now, I suggest you lay off this foolish pleasantry before I-"

The fox's patience finally snapped. With a huff, it twisted around in the Pooka's grasp, before whipping its tail around and smacking Tooth in the face with it. With a startled shriek, Tooth stumbled back, holding her hand to her face.

It was when she found out that her hand had been frozen to her face, that she realized they had a problem.

A/N: Arg, fanfiction was being a prat while I was editing. Hopefully, it works now.

Anyway, I take requests! No romance, OCs, or anything above a T, though.