Thanks for all the positive feedback, guys! On tumlr, on dA, and on here! As long as I have time and ideas, I'll keep writing! This prompt suggested by chika-roxy on tumblr. This one practically wrote itself! :) I started writing it in my drawing journal at school during sociology, haha.

Smellybackpackofdoom: Let me think about, but I probably will! I just need to learn a little more about their personalities to write them accordingly, although with both of their "Meet the Guardians" videos being out, I might work on it this weekend!

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GeminiKari: I'll try, I'm not good with couple fics yet. But I'll give it a shot if I find a good idea! Fluff, I'm assuming? :3

TeeVonSchweetz: I have the perfect idea in my head for it! I'll work on it this weekend. (:

Anon: I'll think about it, I don't know much about Sophie yet. Any pointers for her?

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I had gotten the message from one of Tooth's mini fairies who flew to my warren about an hour ago. Needless to say wasn't sure on how to react to it. None of the other guardians had ever fallen seriously ill before; no one knew what to do in a situation like this.

After gathering up what little medical supplies I had into my pack and instructing the eggs on what to do while I was gone, I opened one of my tunnel systems and headed for the North Pole. The message from Tooth and the others kept circulating through my mind. Jack had appeared on North's doorstep, shivering and suffering from a fever. North said Jack passed out as soon as he knew that North had seen him. North then immediately had the yetis notify all of us; North needed our help with this. While being great with children when they are healthy, North had no experience in how to care for an ill child. Let alone an 18 year-old immortal winter spirit.

Flashback

North was reviewing some of the yetis' work on the new toys he'd designed in his office when Phil, a yeti Jack named during his many attempts to sneak into North's workshop, came in. He had a look of concern and urgency in his eyes and said something about the entrance to the workshop.

"What is it, Phil?"

Phil grumbled again and pointed towards the door, indication he wanted me to follow him somewhere. I sighed and got up, and Phil immediately started walking out. We headed towards the workshop entrance and once we got there Phil pointed outside.

"Really Phil, you needed me to come all the way out here just to show me, what? The door?"

Phil shook his head. He opened the door and pointed outside.

I poked my head out and looked around. "What? What do you-" I stopped mid-sentence as I saw a figure stumbling through to snow towards the door. I walked out and squinted my eyes against the harsh white backdrop of the snow. I then realized it was only Jack. Chuckling a bit, I called out to him.

"Hey there, Jack! You nearly gave the yetis and I a heart attack! You startled us a little bit, boy. So what brings you here?"

Jack looked up at me slowly. He was leaning heavily on his staff for support as he trudged through the snow. I thought I saw him shivering.

"H-Hey, North…" I grew concerned, I could barely hear him. He then began to cough and shake violently. I walked towards him a little faster.

"Jack, what-" I stopped suddenly as I watched Jack collapse, falling into the snow.

"Jack!" I ran over to him and picked him up in my arms. His hair surrounding his face with drenched with sweat, and when I pressed my hand to his forehead it felt hot. This is not good. I turned my head to yell over to Phil.

"Phil! Have the elves prepare the infirmary and make a bed. Send word to the other Guardians; Jack is sick!"

End flashback

The tunnel opened up above me and I hopped out, looking around at my surroundings. Usually when Jack was at the pole, it would snow lightly and the wind would blow a cool breeze around. But today, there was no snow and no wind. It was almost as if the weather was nonexistent. It was simply cold and overcast.

Jack must really be sick if weather is this calm. He always affects the weather wherever he goes. Even when Jack was completely calm, I could notice subtle changes in the weather. It unnerved me to think about this, so I quickly ran to North's workshop and headed inside. I found one of the yetis and asked him where North and the others were. He directed me down one of the many hallways, I don't think I'd ever been down this one. Knowing North for as long as I have and visiting his workshop so often, you'd think I know where the infirmary was by now. But we've, thankfully, never needed to use it, and I'd hoped it would have stayed that way. After walking down the hall for a while, I turned and came across a door marked with a red cross. I sighed, and braced myself for the worst.


If the current situation hadn't been so serious, I probably would have burst out laughing at the sight I saw before me.

Elves and yetis were rushing around the room, looking for any medical supplies they thought could help Jack. North was trying to direct his workers on what to do or even to calm down to no avail. Tooth was hovering above the chaos, seeming a little bit at a loss of what to do while her mini-fairies flew all around helping the elves and yetis. When she saw me she flew over to me.

"Thank goodness you're here. Did you bring those supplies you'd said you would?" She looked tired; I started to wonder if she had been busy before she dropped everything to come here. I should ask if she needs any help later. Easter is a long ways away and as of right now everything is on schedule in preparations. I smiled at her.

"Yep, I did. I brought all I could find, 'though I am not sure how much they'll be of use for Jack." I opened my pack and emptied its contents onto a nearby bed. Tooth smiled back at me and grabbed a few of the supplies.

"Thanks, Bunny."

As she flew back into the chaos that was the elves, yetis, and mini-fairies, I looked for Sandy. I found him sitting on the bed closest to Jack. He was smiling encouragingly and creating multiple things with his dreamsand; snowflakes, sleds with children riding them, kids having snowball fights. He let them fly all over the room, not helping the already chaotic environment, but no one seemed to notice them much. I noticed dolphins continued to fly around Jack's area, not that I was surprised; all the guardians know those are his favorite animal. I smiled at the scene, until I saw Jack and my heart dropped.

His skin was sickly pale, even for him. His eyes were dim and half closed; he only seemed partially aware of what was going on, though I guess it might've been a helpful thing. He didn't seem bothered by the loud and chaotic atmosphere of the room. His regular blue hoodie was switched with a pale, light blue t-shirt, and his brown pants and belt had been replaced with simple white basketball shorts. His bangs were pushed back, moistened with sweat, and his eyebrows were lowered as Jack concentrated on following Sandy's dreamsand creations' paths.

The color of his face worried me the most. His usual pale, lightly pink cheeks were now flushed with a red blush, as if he was incredibly embarrassed; I knew this was not the case for the obvious reason of his current state, but also because I know his cheeks actually turn a pale-purple when he blushes. I learned this during one of our many prank-wars. On his forehead layed a wet rag, which I assumed to be ice cold. There was a blanket on the bed as well, but it appeared as if Jack had either kicked it off or had someone remove it for him.

To say it bluntly, Jack looked awful.

I walked over to his beside and crouched down to his eye level, careful not to block his view of Sandy's creations.

"Hey mate, how ya feelin'?"

Jack's gaze sharply shifted on to me. He almost appeared confused for a moment, but then he blinked and shrugged his shoulders slightly. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and I looked up at it to find Tooth. She held some bottles containing liquid, which I assumed to be medicine. I cringed slightly, I felt bad for the winter spirit. Even I knew the sourness that was the "flavoring" of liquid medicine.

Tooth sighed. "He hasn't, or been able to speak since he was brought inside." I could tell by Tooth's expression; she was full of worry and concern for Jack. She may go a bit crazy over his teeth from time to time, but I have caught her acting as a mother towards Jack many times since he helped us stop Pitch.

"North, Sandy, and I are all worried. I can't remember any of us getting sick, well, not this sick. North wants to ask the Man in the Moon tonight if he knows what is going on, or at least know how to help." I looked at Jack again; he had stopped trying to move his head around to follow the dreamsand creations. He couldn't wait until nightfall to be treated.

All of a sudden Jack groaned, and it felt like everyone in the room stopped breathing. Tooth flew straight over to Jack while Sandy grabbed a nearby bucket and placed it in front of Jack. I grimaced and turned away as I realized Jack was about to retch. I heard him groan again before being followed by the awful sick noise I knew as someone throwing up. I heard Tooth quietly telling Jack it was okay, and I could hear her hands rubbing on the fabric against his back. Many of the elves hid under nearby beds while the noises continued. Some left, and I wished I could as well.

Once Jack was done, North ordered all of the elves and mini-fairies to wait outside; deciding they were only causing more problems than finding solutions. Most of the yetis left as well, although Phil and two or three others remained, looking through the medicines they had found. I saw many in the garbage, probably decades old.

Jack simply lied there on the bed now, he even began to shiver. His eyes followed the remaining dreamsand dolphins with an expression of discomfort written clearly across his face.. Sandy was no longer smiling, instead frowning sympathetically. We all stood there for a while, watching Jack. Sandy quickly and gently put some of his dreamsand on Jack, and soon his eyes closed and we could hear his breathing steadily. North motioned his head towards all of us then towards the door before heading towards it himself. Tooth and I shared a glance before following him, Sandy close behind. Phil remained however, sitting on the bed next to Jack, making sure he'd have someone there if he woke up. Sandy closed the door behind us, and we all turned our attention to North.


We all sat in North's office and started to discuss what we should do next.

Tooth rose her hand slightly to indicate she wished to speak first. "Have we figured out what exactly is wrong with him? He has so many symptoms; coughing, vomiting, fevers, shaking, shivering, oh and were his hands clammy? I think his hands were clammy and he was sweating pretty bad-" North put his hand up halfway to stop her.

"There are too many things it could be, and none of us are doctors."

Sandman raises his hand and creates the word "young" above his head quickly followed by an image of us, then followed by the word "immune system".

Tooth nods. "His body was younger when he died. His immune system isn't as resistant to things we might not even get one symptom from. He still has the health system of a child."

North strokes his beard as he thinks. "I say we should let him rest, and then ask the Man in the Moon tonight."

I simply stared at him. "North, you saw Jack. He's only gonna continue to get worse as the day progresses. He can't wait 'til nightfall for assistance." North's eyebrows knit together as he thought about this.

"I suppose you're right, Bunnymund. But what do you suppose we should do?"

I looked to Tooth. "What medicines did the elves 'n fairies find? Anythin' that could be of use?"

She nodded. "There was cough syrup, medicine to help with the fever, oh and there was medicine to stop the vomiting. We also found ice packs and heating pads, but we definitely don't need the heating pads."

North sat up a little bit and pointed out, "Can he take all of those medicines at once? Chemical reactions aren't fun to mess with. Trust me, I learned that when the elves decided to mix soda and those funny tablets and tried to drink it." I gave North a look of shock and he put up his hands.

"Hey, I stopped them though!" North said in defense. Sandman smiled again as he silently giggled.

Tooth giggled thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "I'll need to double-check on that, but you're probably right."

Sandman created a clock above his head and then a moon. I looked down at him.

"Right now it is," I turned to look out the window and check the sun's position before turning back to Sandy. "Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Nightfall is about six hours away." I looked to North.

"I say we should let Jack rest for a bit, and then give him which ever medicine he needs most. I vote for the fever, as that is most dangerous to Jack."

Sandman created an image of a bucket filled with snow, then one of Jack.

Tooth lifted off the ground a little. "That'd be a great idea, Sandy. We can re-soak that wet rag with fresh snow. We should probably place it on his neck, as to not give him a headache from direct contact with his forehead."

North cleared his throat a little. "Do you think we should move him to a smaller room? I have plenty of spare bedrooms, one even I have sort of been preparing for Jack, in case he ever agreed to stay for a little while. I know that when children are sick, they like to feel comfortable and not singled out. I imagine the large infirmary isn't exactly a comfortable setting."

I smiled a bit. "He'd probably like that. We can all take turns watching him when he's sleepin', too. I'm sure he'll want someone there when he wakes up. I know I would."

Tooth nods. "I volunteer to take first watch! The mini-fairies can handle things at my palace for a little bit."

North smiles. "I'll take the second watch, then."

Sandman raised his hand and creates an image of the night sky.

North understands what he means. "Sure Sandy, you can take watch during the night. You sure you can manage that with the children's' dreams tonight?"

Sandman nods, smiling.

"I can watch with Sandy, in case he needs to run out for the dreams." I suggest, and Sandy nods in agreement. "I can then take the watch after that. The eggs can hold down the fort while I'm gone."

North clapped his hands together. "It is settled then. We shall go in that order until Jack starts to feel better. Now, let's get started getting the medicine and room prepared for Jack."


The time was somewhere around Midnight, and the moon seemed to be smiling down upon the North Pole. Sandy was floating in a cloud of dreamsand, craftily creating and sending out dreams from the small room that Jack was in; the dreamsand passing through the small window and out into the night sky, reaching children across the globe. Bunnymund sat in a chair next to Jack's bedside, resting his head in the palm of his hand and watching the dreamsand dance around the room. He mainly focused on the dreams forming above Jack's head. Jack was now getting closer to his regular skin color and hadn't vomited since six. His shivering had also stopped and his fever had decreased some. He was able to rest under a blanket and sheets now as well. He hadn't done much in between sleeping and taking the medicine, which by the way he obviously disliked the taste of by his futile attempts to refuse taking it. He's definitely still a child at heart. Bunnymund had chuckled sympathetically while Tooth made Jack swallow the horrid stuff.

He looked at the night sky before looking to Sandy, holding back a yawn. He could tell the dream spirit was exhausted from trying to confine his work to the small room with only one way outside.

"Why don't ya go on out and do your job, Sandy? I can watch him now."

The Sandman looked over at him, thinking for a moment, and then nodded. He sprinkled a little bit more dreamsand on Jack before disappearing in his dreamcloud. Bunnymund then turned his attention to Jack again.

Time seemed to trickle past, and Bunnymund found himself about to drift off when he heard Jack moving in the bed. His head shot up and focused on the boy. To his surprise, Jack's eyes opened and met his gaze.

"H-Hey kangaroo. D-Didn't expect to see you… here…" Bunny raised his eyebrow in question.

Jack tried to shrug his shoulders. He closed his eyes again. "Y-You know, w-we don't get along much. I t-thought… you wouldn't care to stay."

Bunny shook his head. "No, mate. You're part of a family now, our family. And well, you're the baby of the family." Jack's eyebrows knit together briefly as if he didn't like that idea, but Bunnymund laughed softly.

"I just mean that you're the youngest, Jack, and we felt like we gotta take care of you. You… you gave us all a good scare. None of us has really needed to care for a sick child, nor teenager. You can imagine our panic when we saw the condition you were in." Jack smiled as little.

"W-Who took charge in getting you guys all to work… You kn-know, when you guys decided to… make me take that gross medicine…"

"I did."

Jack didn't respond for a moment. He opened his eyes half way and looked at the Pooka.

"Really?"

Bunnymund nodded. "Someone had to, 'n it was clear none of us really knew how to, so I decided to take the challenge. I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself."

Jack laughed softly, causing Bunnymund to smile. "I'll ag-agree with you on that…" Jack yawns and Bunnymund ruffles the winter spirit's hair.

"How about you get some more rest, eh mate?"

Jack nodded and resettled into the bed.

"G'night, Jack."

Jack opened his eyes half away again. "N-Night… and thanks, Bunny. For everything."

Bunnymund smiled again. "You're welcome, Jack."