Chapter 1

A/N:I don't own Rise of the Guardians, and I cannot write accents. Australian slang? Yes. Accents(especially Russian ones)? No. Don't like, don't read. Enjoy!

Jack yawned as North blathered on. Honestly, Jack didn't need a meeting for the Guardians every month! He was the winter spirit, for Moon's sake! He had duties to do, snow to give, kids to play with and all that. Now Jack had believers, he thought it was vitally important that he play with them, and keep them believing. Unfortunately for Jack, North thought that the Guardians should be closer, so as to avoid all the disputes that were caused last time. Jack thought it was a good idea in theory, but it wouldn't work. Jack and Bunny, for example, were both too stubborn to get along, and every time, EVERY SINGLE TIME they got together, Bunny and North got into a fight over who's holiday was better. And Jack was sick of it.

Jack looked around at the Guardians. North was talking happily about the toy report the elves had given him (and hadn't Jack been surprised that the elves actually DID something. Turns out, they wrote down the toys kids wanted for Christmas, then pass the notes to the yetis, who then made them). Tooth was flying around distractedly, ever once in a while barking out the names, addresses, and loose teeth of children to her fairies, one of whom would squeak and fly away. Baby Tooth was sitting on Jack's shoulder, as usual. Ever since the defeat of Pitch, four months ago, the little tooth fairy and the winter spirit had become practically inseparable. Sandy was asleep, floating a few centimeters off the floor, his mouth open in a silent snore. Jack chuckled at the sight. If only he'd had a camera...

And Bunny? Bunny was sitting on a couch, a glazed look in his eyes as the Aussie tried to listen to North's rant. Jack stared slightly. Was that drool? He shook his head quickly, before turning away. He turned his head slightly, and whispered, "Hey, Baby Tooth, wanna explore the Pole?"

She chirped worrying at him and he smiled, lightly lifting off the floor and drifting backwards towards the door. "Don't worry Baby! We don't need to stay here, that's for sure. It's not like they would notice us leaving, would they?" He received a negative squeak as he eased out the door, and shut it behind him. As he relaxed and let his feet touch the floor, he heard a noise as he realized that they were in North's office.

Jack wandered around the office, briefly wishing that North was here, so he could show Jack how he made the ice move. Only briefly though. Jack walked over to a shelf full of little bottles, Baby Tooth flying around his head and chirping wildly. He shushed her and she settled into a sulky silence, pretending to ignore Jack. And so she didn't see what happened next until it was too late.

Jack peered at the bottles. Because of his 300 year exile and his inability to stay still, Jack had never learned to read particularly well. The labels on the bottles had really long and funny names. He tried to sound out one. "Ex-perr-AH-ment-ahl po-shun? Sounds yummy!" And Jack made probably the worst descision of his 314 year old life. He picked up the bottle and drank the contents without a seconds thought.

Hi guys! Angela here with another story, this one Rise of the Guardians. This is my first RotG fic, and I am very excited. I think i should also mention I got the idea for a JackFrost/BabyTooth pairing from Miki Mechetta's A Fairy's Wish. Everything else is my idea! Now, as I have gotten a less than favorable response for my stories before(I don't blame you dear readers, my previous stories were less than stellar), I will be holding the rest of the chapters of this story hostage until I get reviews telling me to continue. I am not going to write this story if I am the only one reading it, after all. I will be waiting!

Angela