Yay Sequel! Disclaimer I own nothing.[REVISED]

Muse-You need a hobby.

Me-I have a hobby! What do you call this!

Muse-Disaster.I ment one that didn't mess you up.

Me-Your right. You better enjoy this one guys, I'm dreaming ROTG again..


The North Pole was known for is cold and frigid surroundings. Not so much for the heated conflict inside, and the not so warm words being thrown back and forth.

"I'm tellin' ya North! Somethin's gotta be done! And soon!" Came the accented growl.

A heavy sigh sounded at the other end of the table. " I do know this Bunnymund. But you are aware of my limits. I cannot go around pretending to be Manny."

"No one is asking you to be Manny or God! People are gettin' hurt and we can't just be sittin' ducks!"

"I have no-" A fist hitting the table interrupted the russian. Bunny looked across the table with a heavy glare; green orbs hardening.

A moment passed and Bunny quietly sat back down in his seat with a heavy breath. Fur relaxing, Bunny continued in a calmer tone. "North," He started. " All im asking is for you to open your eyes. Nightmares are in higher numbers, fear is overtaking half the globe! we cannot have a repeat of last time! We need to stop this before it gets out of hand. Spirits are now prolonging their seasons and jobs because of fear, not to mention Easter is few days short!" Bunny narrowed his eyes. "And children are in danger."

North stood with his arms on the table, head hanging in frustration. North was very well aware of the trouble around the world and despite what Bunny was accusing he was trying. He was trying hard. But it was hard to charge into battle without knowing the enemy.

"Bunny" North said. "We will continue discussion later. When everyone is gone, it it no use arguing now." Bunny gave a nose of approval and sat back in his seat. Just as the two were getting into a comfortable silence the humming of wings sounded by the doorway.

"Ah, Toothy. How is Jack?"

Tooth smiled warmly and flew next the the table. "Still unhappy," and the said boy walked into the room, box of tissues under one arm and the other holding his staff.

"Scratch that," Jack grumbled. " I'm ready to freeze myself whole."

North boomed a laugh as Jack took a seat. "Maybe, but that would be counterproductive, yes?" Jack just stared blankly at him and sniffed.

"Oi Jackie, a cold aint gonna end ya," The spirit turned his gaze the the pooka.

"Says you."

Tooth then clapped her hands and flew a bit higher over the table. "OK! Are we ready to start?" Before anyone could say anything a golden plane came in through the window. Sandy landed and sent a golden stop sign her way. " Don't worry, we didn't forget you Sandy," she assured.

"Alright down to business. Monthly status. Lets start with… Jack!" The spirit raised his head from the box of tissues.

"Huh?"

"Status Frostbite," Jack gave 'oh' before going back to his overdramatic sulking.

"I hate to say it guys but-, " he paused for effect. "I'm dying!"

North had to reassure Jack that - once again - he was not dying. A cold has always been of little harm.

"But-"

Tooth had to cut Jack off, saving everyone from is overused complaints.

"And now to Sandy." The Sandman sent out symbols across his head. Telling them of how his work had been going smoothly and not yet a nightmare overtook his power. The meeting was spent with small banter and jokes, but if the others looked closely they would have notice the looks passed between North and Bunny.


Jack was just nodding off when another sneeze racked his body. Cursing he reached for his tissue box across the window sill.

"Stupid, nose.." he muttered as he wiped his nose. "Stupid irony," Jack almost wanted to laugh at his situation: the bringer of winter struck with a cold.

Jack rested his head against the cool window, frost spreading up the glass. Across from the room sat his bed covered in pictures, sculptures, and clothes. His eyes dropped in fatigue yet he kept himself occupied with the snow outside. The last thing Jack dared to do was slip into sleep, not too fond of the nightmares invading his dreams. Jack was daft, he knew how dangerous it was to keep things of importance away from the others, which he learned the hard way that was a bad idea.

The winter spirit knew that Sandy would and could try to help him, and he knew it would be in vain. The only good thing he could do now was wait it out and stop Pitch from feeding off his fear by staying awake. Not sleeping wasn't as hard as it seemed, Jack knew. Keeping his racing brain occupied was the problem, he soon found himself bored. And the effects of his sickness was not helping his cause. "This stinks," Jack found himself talking to no one in particular. "I need cookies."

Jack stood up and marched out his frosted door with his sudden craving for sweets. And a tired winter spirit on sweets was never a good beginning.

Moments later Jack found himself in the kitchen. His jumper covered in flour and batter covering his hands. Elves jumped on top of the counters and knocked ingredients everywhere. Jack's midnight snack soon turned into a game followed by the much to excite elves.

"G-guys! Stop seriously! This isn't fun anymore!" His frantic pleading was ignored by the sugar crazed creatures who kept destroying the kitchen. Well, Phil had warned him about this. Sighing and giving into defeat he grabbed a less burnt cookie from a tray and stalked out of the room. Better have an unsuspecting yeti stumble upon the mess then him be caught in there.

The winter boy sat down in North's armchair and curled up on his side, staff and cookie in hand. Flour dusted on the red cushions but he set that worry away, North would understand anything involving cookies after all. Jack nibbled on his chocolate treat as he watched the flames dancing in the fireplace. The longer he would stare at the flames the more intrigued he became in it's dance. Sparks twirled and shimmered around explosions of orange and yellow. His head sagged against the armchair as his mind got caught up in the show. Jack swore that when he squinted he could almost see children dancing their dance, campfires surrounded by stones, and trees bending in the wind. A few blinks later the flames went back to it's crackling, and Jack summed the sight up to lack of sleep and his (as Bunny would say) overactive imagination.

The crackling fire soon drowned out the banging of pots and pans courtesy of the elves, and Jack's walls soon fell down and he slipped into sleep. His staff and half eaten cookie on the ground.

_R_O_T_G_

Darkness invaded every inch of his vision. And his hands stung. That was all Jack realized before he opened his eyes, and was shocked by the the view. Jack had to squint a bit before his eyes adjusted to the light. And when they did he was blown away.

Lush green fields of grass, flowers of every color imaginable, North and South winds playing at his hair, and colorful eggs swarming the land. Jack could recognise this place just by it's feel. The Warren. He stood and watched in awe as eggs and flowers littered the land- and pookas?

Cottages lined the hilltops along with pookas of different colors and heights. The rabbit like creatures roamed in the gardens with baskets, walked along paths with their kits, and lived on their lives- presumably without him as he stood there in the open. 'Oh wow," he breathed.

Just as he took a step further his foot landed on something sharp- and hot? Glancing down Jack jumped back in shock. Ash covered the ground he was once standing on, perfectly in a circle. Burnt pieces of wood lay on the dead area, woven flowers blackened and dead. Confused and , dare he say it, a bit frightened Jack looked back up.

The once beautiful land he was now a barren wasteland slash battle field. Chunks of nightmare sand soared through the air landing on random cottages and land, egg bombs and magic deflecting the danger. Some Pookas ran behind egg golems in terror with the kits while the warrior fought against the darkness. Fire spread across the land surrounding Jack, making him take a step back.

Jack flinched as a scream filled the air and the Pookas charged into battle, weapons held high. As desperate as Jack was to help his feet stayed glued to the spot. Hands fisting at his sides. Panic stricken Jack could only watch as the battle went on around him as if he was not there. Shadows rose around him, and he stumbled back. He put his hands over his ears and shook his head, hoping to MiM that it would all just stop. And stop it did.

His ears rang in the silence, and his toes dug in the dirt. He let his body relax as he sensed to more danger, but that did not calm him completely. Down the curve of the hill he was on layed a field, covered in debris. In the middle on the rubble stood a marked Pooka, much shorter then he's known.

Jack stared at the Pooka as he gently kneeled down with his hand cradled. He was too far away to see what exactly the creature had in it's hands. Bunnymund set the cargo into the dirt and gently patted it with his paws. When he stepped away Jack could get a look at the small seedling. A bright stem stood tall and bright, filled with life. Bunnymund stood there for what felt like hours before he picked up his weapons and trudged back down the other side of the hill. The small plant sat in the middle of the barren land shining out against the lackluster Warren.

And it was then Jack realized where hope began. It began with destruction, and hopefully ended up to be something brighter.

Jack shot out of bed with wide eyes. He sucked in a deep breath, as if he'd been back under his lake, and peeled the damp covers off his legs. North winds twirled into the room dancing circles around his form. Jack took a few breaths and settled back into his pillow- wait, pillow?

Now that he was anchored to reality Jack could see that he was indeed in his room. He figured North had brought him back. North was known for his midnight snacks. With that though Jack could not help but groan with the memories of the kitchen and elves. Oh well, he thought, at least North got his somewhat made cookies. Closing his eyes he could still hear and see the battle going on in his head. He needed to find Bunny first thing tomorrow.

And they needed to have a nice long conversation.


-Time lapse

"Bunny?" Jack hollered flying down the stairs. He ran down the hall stumbling and twirling around yetis."Bun-!" Jack tripped over a few elves scampering around the halls. Shooing them off he continued his journey and headed to the kitchen.

"Ah Jack! Good morning to you!" North bellowed, "eggs?" He offered holding out a pan.

"Uh no, but thanks. Have you seen Bunny?"

"Bunny?" The man laughed. "Do you not know how early it is? I doubt Sandy is even awake!"

Jack's face colored and he chuckled half-heartedly. With his long night the first rays of sunshine were enough to get him moving. "Yeah, forgot about that." North studied the winter spirit, his eyes landing on the bags on his eyes. North was not a dumb man. Maybe a bit clueless at times, but not stupid. He'd noticed the lack of sleep in the youngest. How could he not when he lived under his roof most seasons.

North patted his back and guided his to the table. Jack sat in bewilderment as North piled plate after plate of food in front on him. He wondered how the small table could withstand so much weight. The rest of the morning was spent with breakfast and small talk. Most of the eating left to North and his stomach.

Jack picked up his plate and set it in the sink before making his retreat to find Bunny. He hoped the rabbit was up now.

_R_O_T_G_

"C'mon Kangaroo! Where the heck could you be," he wondered out loud.

Jack landed on a power line somewhere in Australia. Jack itched irritably at his hot neck, the hot beams of the south sun bothering his skin. He had checked all the places he'd last seen the rabbit, and few of his favorite flower picking areas. And had come up blank.

Jack didn't quite know exactly why he needed to see Bunny, but his mind wouldn't be put to rest without talking to him. He squeezed his eyes closed as another assault of memories hit his mind. Fire and screaming and pookas attacked his head, making him dizzy.

Groaning Jack flew down and started walking down a dusty past, kicking up sand with his feet. South wind swirled around his head and he knew he had overspent his time here. Calling out he jumped on the wind and flew back to Burgess, missing his favored lake. He doubted the heat would help he healing cold anyways.

Now landing in Burgess Jack could could the seconds leading to the sun setting, and the seconds until the golden sand filled the air.

He laughed as a gold strand played with his hair and wrapped around his fingers.

Jack flew around with the sand a bit more until he spotted Sandy. "Hey Sandman!" Sandy waved his pudgy fingers at him, a grin going ear to ear.

Sandy sent up a few symbols, "I'm good Sandy," Jack replied. "Hey, have you seen Bunny today?"

Sandy sent up a question mark and shook his head. Jack visible deflated, causing worry in Sandy. "It's just that I needed to talk to him," seeing his curious face Jack elaborated. "Nothing to worry about little guy. Promise." He kind of lied. "Just wanted to chat."

The Sandman accepted this and patted a seat next to him on the dream cloud, which Jack hurriedly agreed to. They enjoyed each others company for a while more before Sandy had to get his job done, waving a goodbye to Jack.

Now flying north he was officially lost in his thoughts, it came as no surprise when he almost ran into a Baby Tooth.

"Oh! Sorry Baby Tooth," Jack cupped his hands for the little fairy, who chirped happily. "Hows it goin' lil one,"

The little fairy chirped and a few of her sisters flew over. The little fairies were showing their affection by rubbing their head on his, and gawking at his teeth.

Two more Baby Teeth flew over moments later, looking more frantic than the others. A quick messages was pasted to the others who quickly flew in the other direction. One Baby Tooth hurriedly pulled on his sleeve to get his moving. Jack flew after the others noticing that they were heading to the Tooth Palace.

Fairies swarmed the Palace, going in wild directions. "Tooth?" He called. A flurry of feathers collided with him and he flew back.

"Oh Jack! I would love to chat but much is going on- wrong package- no girls! Girls! The teeth!" Tooth was still shouting at the creatures as she flew off too fast for his to see, fairies following her frantic patterns.

"Um Tooth?" Jack tried flying in front of her, but she just darted past him. "Tooth," Once again he was blown past by the Tooth Queen.

"TOOTH!" He shouted as he flew in front of her and her girls. Tooth stopped more in shock of his yelling then anything else.

"What is all this? Whats going on?"

Tooth sighed. "Business is hectic Jack I don't think you'd understand," Jack had to stop her as she tried to fly past him again.

"What do you mean by that?" He pried.

If anyone looked desperate it was Tooth, she just wanted to end the conversation. And Jack knew that. "Nothing sweetheart! I really need to get back to my work! We can talk later, I promise!" She spoke quickly, "oh and I hope your finally over that cold!" And with that she flew off, leaving a confused Jack in the room.

"Don't think I'd understand? What?" He mused as he sat down on a ledge. "Unfair I say,"

Jack turned his head to look at the globe seated on a pillar in the Palace. The globe resembled North's, but a bit more polished. Jack briefly wondered if Sandy of Bunny had a globe of their own. And where the heck would Sandy keep his, in his pocket? Jack grinned at the thought.

His head tilted a bit as a few lights flicked around asia. Then around africa. Soon a majority of the lights started blinking like strobe lights. Jack jumped up and flew to the globe. Placing a hand on the globe he noticed smaller lights flickering out. Swallowing he lifted his hand and got ready to call for Tooth. But as he lifted his hand the lights dimmed.

"T-Tooth!" He exclaimed as the globe started losing lights. And his belief started to falter.


A/N: [edit] Ok so I mended these two happy chapters together, and did a bit of tweaking(thats what I get for writing this at odd hours in a rush.)-_- But! The excitement is just beginning! We have a lot going on in this story and its up to YOU guys to keep it flowing! Funny how my muse is active a two in the morning...yep. Let me know is you like longer chapters or what, who knows...you could be surprised.

You know the drill. Read and Review! Keep my muse happy!

Lotta luv~ Champ3