I really should be working on Frost Ghost, but I'm so distracted with this it's just not gonna happen. I really have to thank monkeymadien for letting me use this idea, Thank u! and ENJOY!
Rise of the Guardians belongs to DreamWorks, along with all of its characters.
Only da baby belongs to me.
WARNING: yaoi, death, mild language, mpreg, and mentions of torture and self-inflicted pain. If that's what you call it.
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Jamie jumped as a glow appeared in the control room, the yetis and children jumping, even the elves paying attention. Aster hopped through, Jack, wrapped in a bloody cloak, cradled gently in his arms, dead to the world.
"What happened?!" asked Cupcake, horrified at the silvery blue blood that could only have come from Jack Frost.
"The little abomination decided it was an EXCELLENT time to arrive during a rescue." Grunted Aster, setting Jack down on the soft couch, a small bundle of blue fabric secure in his arms.
"Abomination?" Jaime questioned, taking a few steps closer to the unconscious Jack.
"See for yourself, I need to talk to North." Said Aster, who walked away towards a worried group of Guardians, who quickly started questioning him.
Jaime ran up to the couch and peered into the bundle Jack held in his arms. He gasped at the sight of black downy hair. Chubby hands grasped for a holding. A cute button nose, Jack's nose, fitted in the middle of a pale skinned, sleepy face.
"Beautiful." Jaime whispered to himself.
"A-Aster?" Said Jack in a weak voice.
Jaime looked up to see Jack's head slowly turning towards him.
"Jack! Are you okay?" Asked Jaime frantically, ready to call for North if needed.
"Jaime? Yeah, I'm fine." Said Jack, opening his eyes.
"That's great; we were starting to worry about you." Said Jaime, slumping down to kneeling in front of the couch, relieved his friend was okay.
Jack shifted in his spot, going to sit up but stopped, hissing in pain.
"Don't move! You're hurt from, uh, giving birth." Said Jaime, watching Jack slump back to laying down.
"B-Birth? Wha, where's the kit?" Asked Jack, eyes widening at the sudden realization.
"Heh he, it's on top of you." Said Jaime, and if noticing the topic on it, the baby let out a gurgle.
Jack looked down to the infant on his chest and, as Jaime had done earlier, gasped. Now the baby had its eyes open and alert. Stunning ice blue eyes gazed from the child, both with a peculiar electric green birth mark in the bottom left corner.
"He, he's Pitch's." Jack stuttered, eyes saucers and mouth agape from shock. A pale hand lifting to stroke the raven hair of baby. Tiny fingers found their way around its mother's own hand, squeezing his index finger.
"Pitch, he was telling the truth, but lied to Bunny." Said Jack in realization, hand on his child's small head. Jack gazed at his baby, the baby gazing at him as well. Suddenly Jaime jumped in his spot.
"Did you take the antidote in time?!" Jaime yelled, startling the infant in Jack's lap, who gave out a whine.
"I . . . I don't know," Said Jack, worry in his eyes.
"I mean, he doesn't look like he's evil." He said, looking back up at Jaime.
"We'll just have to find out." Finished Jack, a soft smile growing across his lips.
"So you're keeping him?" Asked Jaime, and Jack nodded.
"He is my baby." Answered Jack, petting his child's head. Jaime nodded in understanding.
"So . . . it's a boy?" Asked Jaime again, eyes questioning.
"Uh . . ." Said Jack, and looked down at the infant. It stared back at him, gurgling happily.
"There's only one way to find out." Said Jack. He carefully brought his uninjured arm up to the blanket the child was wrapped in, and lifted the cloth up.
"It's a girl." Said Jack, lowering the cloth and pulling it closer to the girl's chest.
The other children, who were listening to Bunnymund's story of what had happened before they found their way home, ran over to Jack's side.
"Are you okay?"
"Is the baby healthy?"
"Did you take the antidote in time?"
"Can I see the baby?"
"Yeah! Can we see the baby, Jack?"
"Whoa, one question at a time guys." Said Jack, and the kids settled down.
"Can we see the baby?" Asked Pippa, displaying the old 'cute face while begging' trick.
"Yes, as long as you don't crowd her." Said Jack, laughing at the children's eagerness.
"Yes! Thank you!" Thanked Pippa, and all of the kids gathered around Jack's lap. Thank cooed and awed and said things like "Wow" and "She's beautiful" and . . .
"What's her name Jack?" Asked Monty, looking at Jack expectantly for an answer. The question made all of the children turn their attention to Jack, who stared wordless at the six kids' faces.
"I haven't thought of a name yet." Admitted Jack, and the children gasped.
"How about Pippa? I think Pippa is a beautiful name."
"Lexi? How's that?"
"Not Lexi, Tykeria ."
"What kind of a name is Tykeria?"
"How about Mary? She looks a little like a Mary."
"Alice."
All faces turned to Cupcake, who crossed her arms.
"What? It's my name, so it's a great name." Said Cupcake stubbornly. Quiet consumed the group, before someone broke the silence.
"I like it." Said Jack, drawing the attention away from Cupcake.
"Really?" Said Cupcake, pushing her way up to the front of the children.
"Yeah, Alice is a pretty name. And she looks like she's an Alice." Jack reasoned, Cupcake hissing yes under her breath.
"Do you like that, little girl? How's Alice work for ya'? Said Jack, his head turning towards his daughter. The baby smiled happily, cooing at the mention of the name.
"It's a deal then." Said Jack, taking his finger and shaking the infant's hand with it, causing the children to laugh.
"Let's show Bunnymund Alice!" Said Jaime excitedly, and all the other children 'yeahed' in agreement. They ran off in the direction Aster had walked away, and soon were gone from Jack's sight. He sighed and gazed down at his own child.
"Hey there, my Alice. My name's Jack, I'm your momma," Said Jack to his baby girl.
"Your daddy's name is Aster, and he'll be a very good father to you. Your momma loves him very much," Continued Jack, stroking his daughter's fine black hair.
"When you get older, I'll take you around the world. Momma's favorite place to visit out there is Mosocow, it's in Russia. It's not too far away from here, but it is far away from home. Home is where all those kids are from, Burgess. Momma's good friend Uncle Jaime lives there, he was the first to meet you not too long ago,"
"Your biological father, Pitch . . . he's a bad guy,"
"But don't worry about him,"
"Because I'll protect you."
"My beautiful,
"Beautiful,"
"Raven Angel."
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'whistle' That was great! I finally got that off of my shoulders. I WILL continue this. It's too good to let it go to waste.