A/N: I know... I know, another short one, but the rest to follow won't be so short, promise!
Jamie yawned, he was bored; as far as he knew this cave was safe from prying eyes or anything else, but it was also boring in that there was nothing special to see. No animals, insects, or even colored sediment... but it was home. It was this cave where he'd woken up to a faint feeling of someone calling him out of the darkness; that someone had been the moon of course. The moon had only told him one thing, his name; Jamie Summers. He sighed a little, thinking back over his life; he hadn't been the kindest of spirits after 300 years of having almost no one to talk to. Winter spirits shuddered at the mere mention of him and it was no wonder since the last one to anger him had spent weeks nursing its wounds. Jamie wasn't a favorite among the Guardians either; well, okay he got along with Sandy, but he'd not met Tooth, and Bunny and North thought he was a "self-absorbed, petulant child with a temper as hot as the sun" ... at least that was what Bunnymund had told him after the disaster of '67 where Jamie had lost his temper with the moon and as a result - on Easter morning no less - every egg was boiled, candy was charred and chocolate was nothing more than a burnt smear. He hadn't meant to ruin Easter, but Bunny hadn't listened when he'd tried to apologize. The overgrown hare had blown him off and Jamie had singed his whiskers for it before retreating. Jamie's musings on the past were broken when he thought he heard footsteps. He frowned, who would be so dumb as to intrude upon his home on a hot summer's day? He listened, now he was sure of what he heard. Definitely footsteps and some panting too.
