Heyo! So I finally gave into the urge to write fic for this AMAZING movie after watching it opening night. This should come as no surprise. I went for Jack Frost and left in love with freaking everybody. Including the art, which was unbelievable.

This isn't romance, by the way. I mean it could be if you wear your shipping glasses. And turn your head and squint really hard. It is, however, rated for language and the wonderful plot device authors call "violence." I'm a violent person.

Disclaimer: Ohhhh the things I could do if RotG was mine. I don't even need the concept- I'll just take Jack and be good. Pretty please? I'll put it on my Christmas list.

Enjoy!

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Braze N. Defia, Earth's resident immortal smartass, was having the time of his life. He crouched on the windowsill, peeking into some kid's room as he watched her sleep. The Sandman's dream sand circled above her head, creating peaceful images of getting good grades and standing up to the bully of the school, a boy who made a game of poking her incessantly in the back.

"Let's do something about that tomorrow," Braze whispered. "What do you say?" He passed through the wall—one of his powers allowed him to shift the density of his molecules—and lightly touched the girl's forehead.

"You can do it," he said with a wry twist of his lips. "C'mon, love… there you go."

The green faded from his fingertips and he took a step back as the girl stirred. She woke up and looked around the room, before gripping her fists.

"I'll do it tomorrow," she told herself. "I'll punch him out."

Satisfied, Braze nodded and flew back out of the house. Bullies were his thing, be it kids or adults. Whoever they were, they were meant to be overthrown. Orders were for losers and being mean was just asking for a butt-whooping.

"Braze."

He turned and sent a cheeky grin towards his twin, Little "Lilo" Tenderfoot. Her green eyes stared him down in disapproval. "What?" he asked with a wide-eyed gaze.

Lilo frowned at him. "She could've just told a teacher about the bully."

"Where's the fun in that?" Braze noticed his sister's frown deepening and sighed. "Alright, alright." He snapped his fingers, wisps of green light trailing from his fingertips. "She'll tell her principal about him," he promised.

Immediately the frown lifted. Lilo gave her brother a quick hug and ruffled his black curls. "Thanks, big bro!"

He chuckled, amazed that he managed to get himself suckered every time. Lilo took off, wings fluttering and dress folds flapping in the wind as she took to the sky. She looked like an overgrown princess, but that was her—innocence of a child, personified. Braze rolled his eyes and followed her as she helped the Sandman, tapping her wand on the houses of families and giving them warm memories through their dreams.

Braze gazed up at the moon, only half hidden through the clouds. He wasn't quite sure what had caught his attention about it. Everyone knew the Man in the Moon was the guardian of the guardians. He looked after the spirits and the children. He gave them all advice when they needed it, whispered his influence in their ears and shone during their darkest hour.

He'd never spoken to Braze, or his sister. After some centuries he'd given up asking, barely noticing the moon and his brightness anymore.

But as he watched the moon disappear completely behind the storm clouds, a shiver ran through him. Something was coming… and he wasn't sure he was ready for it.

…

The Man in the Moon had only spoken to Jack a couple of times, and never with a voice raised over the whisper of the wind. So Jack nearly fell off his staff as the words washed over him, so strong and insistent he felt it tug at his heart, followed a beat later by an explosion of color in the night sky.

Guardians… come.

North's aurora borealis, or "Guardian Bat Signal" as Jack lovingly dubbed it, spread across the sky. Jack had been giving London a white January—Rain, the spirit of storms, had blatantly refused to let him make it snow for Christmas, as she was running an errand for a girl's wish to see a lightning show on Christmas Eve. But that could wait.

"Wind," he called, taking a running start on the roof of Buckingham Palace, "take me to North's!"

And the wind did just that.

Phil the Yeti grunted at him as Jack rushed through the hallways of North's workshop. Jack threw a wave over his shoulder, too much in a hurry to have a proper conversation with the beast. He found the Guardians all waiting for him in the center room, turned towards the skylight where the Man in the Moon was fretting.

"What… happened?" Jack had never heard a change in emotion for the Man in the Moon. He was cool under all sorts of pressure. He did not fret.

"Jack," North greeted, although his voice sounded a little strained.

"Late, as usual," Bunny grumbled.

"Nice to see you too, 'Roo," Jack shot back. He flicked a wave towards Tooth and her baby teeth sprites, which elicited a swoon from all four of them. "Anybody going to explain what's going on?"

Sandman was the last to come in, and he looked less than pleased at being called away. Above his heads images flickered back and forth—one in particular describing how he was going to strangle the boy who'd interrupted his dream over in Montana just to implant silly ideas into a little girl's head.

They all looked to the moon. In response, the light shot towards the floor and illuminated a boy and a girl. The light created its own holographic image, giving form to the two children. They were both Jack's age—complete with dark curly hair and bright green eyes. That was where the similarities ended, though. The boy had a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, looking more like a biker than a kid. And the girl had on a frilly princess dress, complete with wings, a silver tiara arching across her forehead, and a glittering wand poised in her hand.

North made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. "Braze N. Defia and Lilo Tenderfoot?"

Jack wrinkled his nose. It wasn't often he came across name he didn't know. "Who now?"

Bunnymund didn't look very pleased, either. "They're the spirits of rebellion and innocence. Twins. Annoying as hell."

"I like Lilo," Tooth interjected.

"Yeah, she's a peach," Bunny grumbled. "It's her brother we have to worry about."

"Sounds like my kind of guy," Jack said with a smirk.

"Oh he would be," North agreed, as Sandman erupted into images describing his urge to bury this Braze guy under six feet of sand.

"Okay," Jack said, slinging his staff over his shoulder. "So what are we supposed to do?"

"Recruit them," North said with a sigh. But then the Man in the Moon made his two images evaporate. North blinked. "Man in Moon doesn't want twins to be Guardians?"

"Why not?" Jack asked, while Bunny mumbled a "Hallelujah" under his breath.

The Man in the Moon didn't answer. The clouds took over again, signaling that the conversation was over.

"Well great," Bunny complained. "Just great. Don't even think I'm going to be the one to go get 'em. Last time I went was for this guy." He jerked a thumb at Jack.

Jack scowled. "You kidnapped me."

"And while that was enjoyable I didn't exactly volunteer for the role, mate."

"Jack will go," North boomed, interrupting Jack's retort before it could leave his mouth.

Jack blinked at him. "What? Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who won't drop-kick Braze off the nearest cliff," Bunny griped. "Be speedy about it, mate. The sooner we get this business over with the sooner I can do my last minute Easter checks."

Jack gazed around the room. Tooth merely gave him a helpless shrug, while North, Bunny, and Sandy all looked irritated at the thought of meeting Braze and his sister Lilo. He sighed.

"Alright, fine. Be back."

He turned to look at the moon, but MiM was still silent. Still, if something had happened that made MiM nervous enough to call an emergency meeting, it must be something to panic about indeed.

…

Pitch raised his head a second before Sear Sheeran could rake a nail over the back of his neck. "Sear," he said in a calm voice, "do not make me dump you back where I found you. I do not take kindly to being on the receiving end of your powers."

"Well," the man said, sliding in front of him with a lazy smile, "it is a force of habit. I am the spirit of pain, and all of that."

"Yes, so you've told me." Pitch didn't bother to hide the sarcasm. He was starting to regret bringing Sheeran from his perch at the top of Mt. Everest, where he'd been robbed of the ability to inflict pain. He'd complained about it the whole way here—about how it was unfair that death on the mountain was painless and, sometimes, quick; about how the Man in the Moon had no right to force him there; how he would love revenge on the Guardians for defeating him centuries earlier and placing him there.

It was nothing compared to Pitch's defeat at the hands of the Guardians. Thinking about it made his blood boil with undisguised fury. That was twice he'd been bested. The first time was acceptable, as he was young in his rule over the Dark Ages and had no challenge to meet him. But this time… and to be defeated by a mere boy…

"Your hatred is so loud." A whispered voice caught his attention and Pitch turned that way to see the newest member of their trio. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, her skin a cocoa brown. She was beautiful in a deadly way. The perfect ally.

"I'm Nemesis," she reminded him at his stare. "I can feel your need for vengeance. You will get it, Pitch, of that I can assure you."

An involuntary smile spread across his face. "I have little doubt. This time, victory will be ours."

He walked to his globe and studied the lights. He breathed in deep, ignoring Sheeran's babbling and Nemesis' stare. He opened his eyes with a nod. "Tonight's the night. Comrades, I believe a visit to my old friend Nicholas St. North is long overdue."