A/N: Hey guys! New story! This story is influenced by the movie Stardust, and so you might see some similarities between the two. However, it's not a crossover and deals with an oc character along with the Guardians in their respective verse. It doesn't just deal with Jack, but with all of the Guardians and a new character of my own. It takes place about 2-3 years after the movie, and Pitch is up to no good, as you can suspect, haha. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians and CS has influence from Stardust. As much as I wish I owned them both, I sadly do not.

PROLOGUE:

"Bunny, it better be good reason you are here." North spoke over his shoulder as the large rabbit emerged from the shadows behind him. Blue eyes stayed fixed on the long list in front of him as he checked off names one by one, his large shoulders hunched over the table in concentration.

"Look, I know it's the day before Christmas. Crikey, I wouldn't do this if it wasn't important." Bunnymund paused as the bigger man turned slowly, a thick eyebrow arched. "I saw him. He's back." He finished with a slight hitch in his voice.

"Who?" North's expression had grown darker, and although the question seemed redundant, he asked it anyways.

"Over the Rockies, there was this dark… cloud," Bunnymund looked away from the hard look in North's eyes. "And this terrible screaming noise. Woke half the mountain side." His eyes flickered up with a nervous expression. "It's Pitch alright. But it's something more."

Klaus put down his marker, stiff tension noticeable in his jaw and arms. "We knew he would not be kept down forever, but he can be stopped. We will just handle him like last time." His thick accent was confidently calm, but he was already starting to pace.

"But it's not just Pitch," He protested. "Something else was helping him, something terrible. I felt it all the way in my tunnels, North." The rabbit wasn't prone to admitting when he was nervous, but he couldn't help the pleading tone his voice had taken. His ear twitched before he breathed a sigh, collecting himself. "Christmas or not, Pitch is planning something far worse than before, mate."

North ran a hand over his face and he gripped the table. "We must call the others," His voice sounded tired to his own ears, the stress of Christmas evident on his face. Bunnymund started to speak, but North held up a hand. "But not now. Pitch and his tricks will have to wait; he will not ruin Christmas." North set his jaw firmly.

Bunnymund eyed him skeptically, but nodded nevertheless. He understood. He didn't like the feeling he got, but he understood.

"Alright, the day after." He agreed grimly.

"Good."

The Bunny bobbed his head once, the air thick with silence. "I'll take my leave then," He turned before throwing in a tentative, "Good luck tomorrow, North."

He was just about to disappear in through to his tunnel when North stopped him. "Wait."

Bunnymund turned inquisitively towards the bearded man, his brows drawn together. North seemed at loss for words.

"What…" He trailed off before fixing Bunnymund with a steady gaze, "What was he doing?"

The rabbit rocked back on his heels, swallowing the uneasiness in his stomach. "I didn't get a real good look," He admitted. "Pitch was there and something else too. There was this dark cloud, which had, had a head of a skull, just grinning. It was black and huge, and it just kept billowing up and up like smoke." He shivered. "And it was reaching up towards the moon making this horrible, terrible noise. Loud enough to make the ground shake…" Bunnymund gripped his boomerang absently, his words trailing off.

They stood staring at each other for a moment, North's expression uncharacteristically blank other than the furrowed brows. Bunnymund wondered if he would change his mind, hoped he would, but was left disappointed when Klaus dropped his head in a nod before turning away back to his work.

And so he left.

Jack could hear the distant hollering as he watched North's sleigh rocket into the distance, and would have caught up to him if he hadn't known the man still had a couple million more houses to go in Canada and Greenland.

His attention cut down to the small town in the valley before him, dusted with freshly fallen snow. Colourful lights swung lazily in the chilly breeze and set off the harsh white so that it glowed reds, blues, greens and yellows. Jack could take some credit for making it a magical Christmas; he had been responsible for the snowfall after all. With a small smile on his face, Jack slumped against his staff high in the bare branches of a towering oak, his eyes settling on a specific house in the distance.

He'd made Jamie a promise two years ago that he'd be there for every Christmas, to make sure it was always white. He hadn't broken his promise yet, and had every intention to continue over the up coming decades, or centuries even.

Centuries, he'd still be around for centuries. As much as having the guardians a newfound constant in his life, his stomach knotted together at the thought. Now that children actually believed in him, specifically Jamie, it became clearer that sooner or later, memories of them would be all that would remain. It wasn't exactly a revolutionary idea to him, given he'd been around for 300 years, but it had a new sting. He'd stay the same as Jamie grew old and died –

No, he wouldn't think about seeing Jamie older than twenty, at most. Not just yet. Geez, Jack, keep it together. It's Christmas.

The moon was especially bright that night and Jack couldn't help but cast a wry grin towards it. What a blessed curse he had put him in. The moonbeams set off his white hair as he jumped gracefully to his feet, the branch bowing under his weight as he did so. "You know, Rudolph is probably a bit resentful of you, given that his nose is supposed to light the way through the darkest of Christmas nights. You're putting him out of a job." He chuckled.

"Well, you can't be all to blame. The stars are especially bright tonight, too." He gestured to the pulsing flecks to light in the night sky, a cold breeze ruffling his hoodie and hair as he did so. A swirl of snow flew up from the surrounding branches and Jack gleefully watched as they blew upwards in a shimmering shower of flakes.

It was then that he saw it.

A trailing pin light lit up the corner of his vision and his head snapped to witness the flight of a shooting star graze the planet's atmosphere. His eyes stayed fixed on the fire trail as a slow boyish grin seeped across his face. "Should I make a wish, big guy?" He addressed the moon with a sly expression, before turning his head to watch the light before it blinked out of existence.

"I wish, " He began, only to draw a gasp of shock. The light seemed to explode across the night's sky, billowing purple, gold and blue. A shimmering figure of light hurdled towards the trees beyond, clearer and more distinct from before. Jack stood in shock as it disappeared over the horizon, before he leapt from his perch and into the wind in one fluid motion.

"Wind, take me down."

A/N: Tada! Catch you guys on the flipside soon!