Season's change
Warning: this story contains mpreg and if this is not your cup of tea then I'm sorry, either deal with it or get out.
Jack had been acting jumpy, twitchy, and overall not like his naturally cool self. He woke up that day with something in his brain telling his nerves to be over sensitive and touchy. However, every time jack felt like this (which was rare) he would go and make snowflakes, very detailed and beautiful. But on this day that was not the case. Time after time he tried the small flake would be lopsided or melted to quick. So he stumbled about from town to town, and then decided to pay his favorite mythical buddies.
He would usually spend his time alone, but on this day he felt he needed to be around people, and the more and more he flew closer to the north pole he needed that attention. His normally freezing skin felt a little warm and he gained a light pink hue to his cold cheeks. Then he finally landed on the front porch of North. His head now was pounding and he was now longer feeling in a light and bubbly state, he was hurting. His thumping head tied to tell his legs to move to the door that was only a few feet away but all he could do was stumble and bash into the mighty door.
Ole saint nick was tucked away in his office tinkering with a new toy idea, when he felt a cool breeze wash over him. Even through his bulky exterior he felt it. He wonder if it was a yeti that might have left a door open or the elves broke another window. In any case he grabbed his mighty coat and bound out the door suspiciously prowling for anything out of order. Finally he reached his front door and found it to be extra chilly. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw white glistening frost just under his door. How odd, he thought sense all his doors were sealed so no cold, heat, or bug can get through. He opened the door only to find his very own trickster collapsed outside, breathing slowly.
"Jack? Why are yo- Jack! JACK!" He bent down and took his pulse, and when he pulled back his hand had little bits of frost on them. He was ok, just a fever. Which felt the opposite of a fever, but rather frostbite. North bridel style carried him to the med wing. It was empty except a yeti, who suffered a serious injury from running with scissors. Across the room he lad Jack on a made bed and pulled the covers over him. North stood over Jack's seemingly lifeless body except small signs of life. He tried to pull the cover more over him but to his surprise, they were hard with frost. This was serious, he had to call the others.
Soooo sorry this was really short but I'll get the next chapter out really quick