Authors Note: I had a friend look over this in my English class, who happen to love Rise of The Guardians as I! She helped clean up the grammar and spelling, though it was only on paper and messy so it was kind of hard to read with my sloppy hand writing and red ink all over the page. Please excuse for any mistakes! ^^;

Chapter 1 "Check Under the Bed"

It was silent, in the middle of the night. Darkness all around, some cabins had a faint orange glow coming from the cracks of the logs and the few windows that labeled the homes of small and large families alike.

It was always peaceful in the village of Burgess, Pennsylvania. The small village carried different people from different places, few were from England or from the overseas, they seemed to come from within the states instead. But that didn't matter, everyone lived in joy and the children got along, well at least most of the time.

The moonlight shone down upon the village, bathing it with a pale white light that seemed to bring comfort to the people even as they slept in their beds. In one tiny cabin at the edge of the Burgess Village, twelve year old Jackson Overland had just fallen asleep from his long day of herding and working on the fields, he snuggled under his white blankets and plopped his head down onto his pillow before closing his eyes, already falling into a decent dream that seemed to repeat over and over in his mind ever since he could remember. It only seemed to be fifteen minutes of sleep before Jack woke up to a familiar voice of his young sister, Mary Katherine Overland.

"Jack..."

He continued to remain silent, too tired to even mumble out a single word.

"Jack!"

"Hmm..." he finally mumbled into his pillow, not bothering to look up into the hazel brown eyes of his sister, who clutched her soft pink nightgown in her tiny hands, shivering from the cold in the room.

"JACK!" she yelled once more into his ears, finally getting the older boy to look up at his little sister.

He leaned onto his elbows, looking over at the small girl as she knelled onto the scratchy wooden floor of their bedroom, still gripping onto her nightgown top as she looked up into her brothers eyes, a scared expression written on her young face.

"Hmm- What is it, Mary?" he asked, his voice thick and his vision a little bit blurry with the sleep that clouded his chocolate brown eyes. After what seemed like an hour of silence, Mary finally blurted out "I can't sleep!" as she looked up at her brother, pleading him to rescue her from the nightmares she was scared to encounter. These always seemed to happen during the summer time and when their mother was away, which bothered Jack way too much. He simply plopped his head back down on his white pillow, ignoring his sister.

She would have to fall asleep, eventually.

"Hey!" she yelped, shocked as her brother sighed into his pillow, his face blocked completely from her sight.

"Then count sheep." he finally mumbled out from under his pillow, not moving a single inch as he spoke out.

"It doesn't work!"

"It always works."

Mary remained silent, finally letting lose of her faint colored gown as she leaned onto her brothers bedside and stared at him with wide eyes, what could she say to that? She didn't like to argue with him, but being siblings it always happened whether she liked it or not.

"Why not, Mary?" he finally mumbled again, cracking his shoulders as she replied,

"Because...I can't find Mr. Rogan," Great. Her teddy bear was missing, Jackson knew that she had always slept with the thing snuggled under her arm, and she never took it outside in fear it would be taken by one of the girls of the village or that she would loose him forever. It had happened once already, on Christmas day at the town church once. Her best friend, a blonde girl named Anne, who was a year older as well, had a obnoxious brother who had grabbed the fluffed bear and ran off with it, mocking Mary as she ran in the deep snow to get her beloved snuggle buddy. How could she loose him in the small log cabin?

"Count sheep without him then."

Was he insane, how was she suppose to do that!? She had never slept without her bear by her side, Mr. Rogan was like a safety blanket to her, "I can't! And...And...And...I heard something!" she looked back to her bed across from Jack's, blankets on the floor from her tumble in the darkness as she made her way to her brothers side earlier when she woke up with Mr. Rogan missing, "Under my bed!" she mentioned quickly, gasping in shock at her brothers sudden reply, "It must be the boogeyman..."

She froze for a minute, unsure of how to react to her brothers words as sweat ran down the sides of her tiny face, she put her lips into a tight line and shivered in the chilled air before climbing up the tall bed as he one leg dangled over the edge. What if the boogeyman grabbed her? Or even worse, what if he ate her? She heard stories before, though their mother told them to ignore the children. She was too terrifed to ignore those words of their mother as she hung on tightly to the bed sheets. She looked back at her small bed, the black glow from it haunting her eyes as Jack reacted immediately to his sisters actions. His tired brown eyes, or at least one eye, opened and a pale face quickly left the comfort of the fluffed pillow.

"Mmm...What are you doing?"

"P-Please Jack...He-He's under my b-bed."

"I was joking!" She didn't believe in him, her eyes told him that as she looked sternly up to her brother.

"He's going to eat me, though!"

"He doesn't do that..."

"How do you know?"

Jack's temper finally broke, opening both his eyes as he stared at his sister with a hint of anger gleaming in his eyes, in a tired and slow motion he brought his pointer finger up and pushed it against Mary's lip, "OK. Enough."

He stated simply before continuing as his sister kept her eyes on his, being quiet as he continued "You're going to wake up the whole entire village!" he whispered roughly as he looked at his sister, seeing the sweat gleam off her face even if the room was cold. He almost regretted mentioning the boogeyman, but he didn't say so as he continued without thinking, sleep seeming to talk for him as he cleared his throat to continue his talk.

"Look...I'm suppose to be babysitting you since we're alone tonight, and I had a really hard day."

"I've been cutting wood the whole morning, then I took the goats up to the mountain which is a two hours long trip walk in the hot summer sun, without including the time I've spent up there!" he sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before looking back at his silent sister, "In short, I'm really really tired."

Mary almost whimpered at her brothers scolding, almost wishing she never bothered him as she simply replied with a small okay as she looked down at the sheets, not brave enough to look at her angry brother. She climbed off his bed and sat on the floor, beside her brothers bed, leaning against the post as she put her face into her knees and began to sob.

"I'm sorry..." she repeated as she continued to let tears fall onto her nightgown, Jack watched with wide eyes as he realized what he had said to his sister and how rude he was towards her, he put his three fingers against his forehead as he let out a small sigh before he looked back down at his sisters back.

Mumbling a few words, he got up from his warm bed, reaching down towards his sister and hooked his arm around her thin waste while hoisting her up onto his lap as he let out a little smirk, "All right!" Jack looked down at her worried face while he beamed down a smile and locked his eyes into her hazel ones, fear was written on her face clearly but her eyes were filled with great surprise. Never had her brother gotten up to check for monsters, she never bothered him before because their Mother, Mrs. Jessica Overland, always did it before they went to sleep, but with their Mother gone and Mary sent to bed early she had never wanted to bother her big brother about it. Until tonight, of course.

"Let's go see what's under your bed!" he let his white teeth flash in a heroic manner as she let out a slight giggle when he placed her on his spot and pulled the blankets up over her frail frame, but as soon as he got up from his bed she let out a gasp of breath in panic,

"B-But Jack!"

"It's fine!" he waved his hand in the air back at her, walking towards her bed as the floor creaked from the weight of the thin tall boy, "I once chased a wild dog away. Compared, the boogeyman would be a piece of cake!" he stated as he got down to his knees to check under her small bed.

Jack smiled as he looked under the dark bed, reaching his pale arm as the blue sleeved shirt caught on a loose nail of the bed and it was snagged, but he simply ignored the small tear as he reached for the familiar shape of the object under Mary's bed. Soon he let out a small chuckle, getting off the floor and dusting his pants as he pulled the object into his sisters sight, it sure wasn't the boogeyman!

"It's not the Boogeyman, Mary. It's just Mr. Rogan!" he smiled, watching as his sister jumped down from the tall bed of his and jogged over to her brother, reaching for her brown stuffed bear and hugging it tightly in her thin arms with tears of relief of her face.

"Now, let's get to bed."

END! This is based off the comic I saw on called "Counting Sleep" by the fantastic Rilguia! Take a check at it, I just couldn't help but write about it for first chapter of my story of Jack Frost before he became the Guardian of Fun and Spirit of Winter. :) I hope you enjoyed...

Rise of The Guardians (c) William Joyce

Counting Sleep (c) Rilguia

I am not going to sell this or use it in money/print out copies in any way shape or form, blah...