Welcome to High School, Chapter One: Off the Deep End
by SnowFlower Frost
Summary: The Guardians are going to High School. Nothing can go wrong, right? That's if you forget the fact that Pitch and Manny are in charge, the Guardians are secret agents, and they're going to school in none other then Burgess. High School AU, Agent!Guardians, Principal!Manny, Vice-Principal!Pitch. For a Community Battle!
Disclamer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, nor do I claim to. Dreamworks, William Joyce, please don't sue me.
A million thanks to my beta of sorts, my idea bouncer, River Melody! Thanks a bunch, Riv! Love ya!
Jack smiled. He was playing in the woods with his sister, chasing her through the trees. "Wait, Pippa!" He exclaimed, holding a purple jacket in his hands. "Don't forget to wear your jacket!"
His sister huffed, turning her big, doe-like brown eyes on him, but obligingly came over and put on her jacket. "Alright, Jack."
"Agent Frost!" A disembodied voice called. He jumped. He was no agent. Just a normal boy.
Shaking off his unease, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Race ya?" He suggested, his excitement palatable.
Pippa nodded up at him. Though she couldn't be more then four, she smiled brightly. "Okay, Jack!"
"AGENT FROST!" The voice roared, and then his world started to shake, fragments falling away.
"PIP!" He yelled, terrified for her. Then a gap opened up under him and he fell through.
Jack's eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, hitting his head off the bunk above his with a loud BANG!
"Agent Frost!" His supervisor, Master Jenkins, called. "General Black wants to talk to you!"
He peered over the side of his bunk- three bunks up, four to the left- and nodded, his face pale. Pippa- he had a sister? What? He jumped down from his bed, landing lithely in a crouch. "Of course, Master Jenkins. But may I have permission to ask a question?"
He had learned quickly that disobeying meant punishments. And punishments were not fun. Even though he was now a full-fledged Agent, he was still a minor and as such was forced to work here. At the Agency.
Master Jenkins gave a sharp nod. "Yes, you may, Agent Frost."
He breathed in relief. Even such a minor question was punishable, even though it was necessary. He was actually surprised they were talking to him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had talked to him. Even though he lived in a room full of other agents, they couldn't talk to each other- not without risking punishment of the highest order. And that was something that none of them liked to risk.
Jack preferred to be rebellious on missions, when it wasn't as obvious.
"Master Jenkins, sir, in my dream, I had a sister, and a family, I was playing in the woods. I went to school, I had a life. My hair was brown, so were my eyes. Sir, what's going on?"
He couldn't remember a life before the Agency. He had never had a family. He had just been born one day, he had woken up on a lab table. He had had brilliant blue eyes, white hair, and no memories. So the people at the Agency had taken him in. And though he may despise living there, he had to be slightly- okay, more then slightly- grateful. Most sane people didn't take in a ten year old with no memories.
But that was a commodity here at the Agency. Almost everybody had arrived before they were twelve, and everyone had no memories. It was a part of life.
Master Jenkins tensed. "Agent Frost. What was the name of this sister you claim to have had?" He studied Jack's hair intently, and was dismayed to find slight brown strands.
Jack looked at his feet. "Her name was Pippa, Sir."
Master Jenkins' fears were confirmed. "Boys!" He called, and a whole group of armed guards entered. They enforced the rules at the Agency, and issued the punishments.
The leader said. "What can we do for you, Charlie?"
Jack was paralyzed by fear. He hadn't done anything wrong, just asked about a dream he had had. That was encouraged at the Agency, and they didn't question it. They never did. The rules were the rules at the Agency, and to question them was suicide.
Master Jenkins said briskly. "His dose is wearing off. Again. Give him a fourth dose on the double, and make sure the appearance affects are permanent, understand? Give him a two year dose for his memory, as is regulation."
Jack was frozen. What was going on? Appearance? Memory? But you didn't get to be an agent for not having smarts, and he was quick to realize that they were the ones that were taking away his memory. His family! He had a family!
The leader nodded. "Aye, Charlie. Come along, lad, let's get this over with."
Jack couldn't move, so two of the men came over and began to lead him along the corridor.
They entered a lab room and he froze. "Wait! We can work something out, you don't need my memories!"
He had always, always wanted a family. And now he was finding out he had had one, but it had been taken away from him?
"I'm sorry, lad," the leader said.
"Come on, courage," Jack muttered. "Now's the time!"
And then, as he felt a needle prick in his arm, he couldn't move, only stare with terrified eyes around him as he was hooked up to a machine. They went through his memories, giving him access to sixteen years of memories for the first time he could remember. Then he passed out and knew no more, giving in to the all encompassing blackness that always lurked at the edge of his vision.
He woke on a lab table, his eyes wide, but he didn't dare ask questions. Not with things the way they were.
"Agent Frost," said one of the scientists in their lab coats. "You passed out in the training room. Tell me, can you remember anything?"
He shook his head. "No, Sir. The earliest thing I can remember is waking up six years ago, and I can't remember anything before then, or from today."
The scientist gave him a kind smile. "Excellent. Now, General Black wants to see you, Agent Frost."
Jack nodded, and stood up, rubbing blearily at his eyes. "Thank you for informing me."
The scientist smiled again. "My pleasure, Agent Frost. The guards will bring you to him."
"Yes sir." He murmured, dutifully walking over to the guards and following them through the eerily silent hallways. But that was nothing new. The hallways were always silent. Even though they were always crowded by the agents and recruits, they were never loud. Because agents and recruits could only talk with permission. To do so without permission was risking the punishment.
And that was something unriskable.
The guards knocked on General Black's door, and a reply came from the inside. "Enter!"
They pushed open the door and shoved him inside. He took a moment to marvel at the extravagance of the office, compared to the simple sterility of the dorms, the hallways, the mess hall, the training rooms. Intricately carved rosewood furniture, swivel chairs, laptops. It all screamed for his attention.
But the most noticeable thing was General Black himself. General Black was an odd man, with gaunt skin, amber-hazel eyes, and very black hair. He was skinny and tall, and had a very, very odd sense of style.
He was grateful that General Black hadn't picked the uniform- simple black garments, rather like a ninja suit. Who knew how they would have ended up looking?
"Agent Frost," General Black told him, looking him dead in the eye. "I have a mission for you."
Jack waited, his head bowed. It wouldn't be wise to say anything.
"We have identified what we believe to be the General of our rival Agency, the Guardian Agency. He has taken a position at a school, a high school in a town called Burgess, to be precise," General Black said in a hard tone.
General Moon? Jack thought, inwardly furrowing his brows.
"I will be taking the position at this school as Vice-Principal, Agent Frost, but I felt I needed further backup. So I picked the agent the least likely to be missed to accompany me. This is your mission, Agent Frost."
Jack froze. Was he really?
"You've already been enrolled."
He was.
"You're going to High School, Agent Frost."
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