AN: Hey, guys. *ducks any rotten fruit* Sorry for taking so long, honest. Most of the stories I've been working on ran out of juice and were deleted by the manager when I fell inactive. I'll work on that story eventually, I promise.

In the meantime, here you go!

(Sorry if the accents suck.)


"Afternoon, Tooth. Glad you could make it."

"My assistants are able to manage, thankfully. Its been so long since I've been out in the field, and I'm just starting to get the hang of it again..."

"What's going on, North? Easters in a couple of months."

"Bunny, you know Christmas is this month. North wouldn't call a meeting of all the Guardians without reason."

"How should I know what ol' Father Christmas is up to?"

"Anyway." North cleared his throat, and looked around the room. There was Bunnymund, tapping one padded foot against the floor impatiently, twirling one of his boomerangs. Tooth was fluttering about nervously. Sandy smiled at him, and an image of a thumbs up and a four-leaf clover appeared over his head. Good luck. North managed a small smile.

"Where's Jack?"

"..."

The room fell silent.

"Here! Sorry, got, uh, caught up in a snowball fight...I'm here!"

Four sets of eyes turned (Well, five including Baby Tooth, fluttering next to Tooth as some sort of messenger, just in case) to watch the newest Guardian run in. His hoodie was pulled up, obscuring his face as he sat down, setting his staff next to him as he sat at the large round table along with the other Guardians, who could see, as he moved his arm, that his hand was slightly stained...red.

"What happened to you, mate?"

Sandy showed images of a first aid symbol, bandages, and looked worried.

"Did you get in a fight, Jack? Oh! None of your teeth were hurt, were they? Lemme check-"

"I'm fine!" Jack snapped, pulling away as Tooth hurried over, reaching out to try to check his teeth. His hood fell back, revealing a startling black eye, and bloody nose. He glared at the Guardians as they stared, not liking their reactions. Finally, North spoke.

"Jack, what happened?"

"I'm fine, alright?" Jack sighed. "I met another Guardian, y'know... not believed in. She, um, didn't like what happened with the Pitch situation." The room was quiet. Then Bunnymund laughed.

"Yer saying-a GIRL hit you?" He busted up laughing. Jack sighed, and sat down, rubbing his head. Tooth frowned.

"Who was it?" she asked gently, sitting next to the boy and lifting his face, examining his wounds. Jack shrugged.

"I dunno. She knew Sandy, though. She said I was the second Guardian she'd ever met, and she wasn't all that impressed with the first." Sandy scowled, and crossed his arms. "Don't worry, Sandy, you're still cool," Jack added lightly. Then, after a moment, he said, as if it was an after thought, "Who was she, though?" Sandy seemed to think for a moment. Then his face lit up. A multitude of images flashed above his head. The other Guardians frowned. Jack looked at North, somewhat annoyed. "Translation, please?"

"Sandy met this girl a long time ago," North explained, frowning, "He was checking his dream sand and noticed that one dreamer was having bad dreams. He went back to the source, and found the girl. Her names Flick. Shes some sort of autumn spirit. She was leaving the house of the girl. When he went in, the girl was dreaming peacefully, but there were traces of Nightmare Sand about her. Sandy, why didn't you tell us sooner?" Sandy shrugged, and a few more images popped up. North frowned. Probably, it was one last attempt at regaining strength, picking a child at random and giving her bad dreams. Still, if Pitch was back...that wouldn't be good. At all.

"Yeah, well, she doesn't like Sandy, or me."

"What, I'm not good enough to hate?" Bunnymund demanded.

"No, just not good enough to get a special mention or a few blows. Next time I'll let you take her." Bunnymund took in Jacks injuries, and shook his head.

"No way, mate. That girls got an arm on her. You'd better watch out." Sandy popped up a few images.

"You're right, Sandy. We'll take Jack to the infirmary. We can finish up the meeting later."

"I'm leaving, then. Sorry, North, sorry, Jack, I hope you feel better, but my fairies are in the middle of a BIG delivery, and we can't afford to wait any longer on a few." This being the first mass delivery in which Tooth was actually helping to collect the teeth, meant that every set of wings was needed.

"Need any help, Tooth?" Images popped up over Sandy's head, inquiring of the same.

"No thanks, I've got it. Thanks, Bunny. Thanks, Sandy. Feel better, Jack." And with that, Tooth flew out an open window, back to her home.

As Jack and Sandy made their way to the infirmery, Bunnymund looked at North.

"You don't think..."

"No."

"But, if the little ankle bitteh hadn't been saved, what woulda happened?"

"Pitch is not back. This I am certain. I feel it in my belly." Bunnymund snorted, then grew serious.

"Yeah, but...what about that kid Sandy was talking about? Maybe she's gone over. Its possible." North frowned. "Just saying."

"You are right...it is a possibility...what can we do, what can we do..." North frowned. "We must discuss this later with the other Guardians. In the meantime, I will go see to Jack. If danger truly is coming...we must all be at our best. I will see you later, Bunnymund."

"See you later, North."

The two parted.

From outside the window Tooth had flown out, a girl landed, sitting on the ledge. She watched them leave quietly, hair falling over her face as she watched them. What bit of her face showed, was an eerie fanged smile.