A/N: Let me just say, I do not own any of the characters in this story except for mute, female Frost
The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the tickling feeling of Solstice snuffling her hair. She grumbled silently and got up, frost spreading across the branch under her. Her friend barked, as a warning that the Guardians were searching for her, and were close by. Jackie coughed into her sleeve to muffle the harsh sound.
The fox whined, eager to get back to their home. The girl finally got up, coughing and wheezing, and rode the south wind to Antarctica. The trip would take awhile, maybe a few hours. A few hours of long, hard thinking.
Apparently, she was sick. Solstice sure thought so, he fussed like a mother hen. She felt like a trash bag, and she was cold. If she felt cold, that's was a very, very bad thing.
Jackie and Solstice were currently riding the south wind over the Atlantic Ocean. The fox nudged her back north, but she resisted and glared, as if saying, 'I'm fine!'
He snorted and resorted to baring his sharp teeth. When she ignored him, Sol waved his thick furry tail under her nose, causing her to sneeze and fall off of South into the cold water. He knew she could swim, and waited for her to resurface.
Jackie thrashed, she remembered this same liquid dark. Yes, she could swim, but had long forgotten how, as the water usually froze under her. Now that she was sick, her magic wouldn't work. She tried to scream, she tried to paddle her way up to fresh-air. Her body worked against her, and she eventually began sinking. Blackness ate up the edge of her vision.
Sol was getting worried. Maybe Jackie was playing a trick. Yeah, maybe she's playing a trick. But his instincts told him otherwise, she can't play a trick, she's sick! Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. The water under South bubbled like there was a disturbance underwater. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! His ice powers acted up to his emotions and grabbed hold of his frost child. She was placed back on South's back, but she wasn't breathing.
He whined, pushing his paw on her chest. Nothing happened. A howl ripped itself out of his throat, she's gone, gone, GONE!
A grey hand reached out to touch his fur, he could feel it. Sol whipped around to snap at the stranger. The man jerked his hand back and smirked. "Why, fancy meeting you here, Solstice. In the middle of the ocean, with a near-drowned, sick winter spirit. I could help her." He was a tall, grey skinned man with wind-swept black hair.
The fox growled again. Nobody was allowed to touch his Jackie except him! Unfortunately, he didn't notice the fearling behind him until it was too late. He fell asleep to a dream of nightmares. Pitch smiled maliciously. "Poor Jackie. Sick, alone, who's going to help her? I could, if you would just have le-"
He was caught by surprise when a boomerang hit upside the head. The Nightmare King fell into the waters below. The fearling retreated, dropping the sleeping fox and Jackie. Tooth flew off of North's sleigh and caught them both before they followed Pitch into the ocean.
She set them down on North's sleigh and they set off for the North Pole. No matter how bumpy the ride got, neither Jackie nor Solstice woke up. They were all worried, especially for Jackie, for she still had that nasty fever. Bunnymund had already gotten the water out of her lungs, and she was breathing again, but the fever could harm her health permanently (not her immortality, oh no, she couldn't die).
When they got to the Pole, the yetis rushed the sick spirit to the infirmary. Solstice had already awoken, and obediently followed the yetis to make sure his friend was fine. He watched them set her down on the cloud-fluff-box. He knew he wouldn't be able to climb up the tall structure, not without cold-breeze, so the fox padded out of the white room to watch the four other twolegs argue amongst themselves.
The big twoleg den was crowded with more shaggy creatures like the one he had followed. There were flying leaves with bright colors, and stacks of colored playthings. The walls were red, and all he could smell was a strange milk-scent and minty herbs. With all the thick-furs stumbling around, Sol was surprised the jolly no-claw who lived here could navigate his way through.
The bright-fairy-twoleg and her children were buzzing around the light-sphere, along with the jolly man, the yellow sand-man, and giant bunny.
"So, you," the bunny nodded at sand-man, "find Sheila, and apparently she didn't want anybody to know about her. So you tried to put us to sleep, thus letting her escape. And then Pitch decided to attack! How is the bloody Boogeyman back anyway? He wasn't supposed to come back for another decade. And the show-pony got sick. What idiot just goes off by herself when we could've helped her?" The unnaturally tall 'kangaroo' was obviously mad at Jackie.
Sol growled, reminding them he was still there, and nobody was going to insult his frost child like that! His hackles rose, and he circled around the bunny, lips pulled back in a snarl. The three fox-lengths tall tai-chi master backed away, paws up. Good. He submits. But he's not getting off that easily.
The fox smirked and leapt, landing square on the rabbit's back. Solstice clawed at his ears and nose, the most sensitive parts of a kangaroo. He could vaguely hear the mini bright-birds chirping in alarm, and the big man's booming voice. The last thing he could remember was a flash of a golden sandball.
Bunnymund sighed as the fox's sharp claws let go of his ears. Tooth was giggling, thinking back to the day they had first driven off Pitch. A bloodhound had done the same thing to him, and let go of him in the exact same way. But this time, Sandy's aim had improved, putting only Solstice to sleep. Golden pictures of Jackie, Sol, and snow spun around his head, and he snuggled tighter into his (still throbbing) fluffy tail.
North had left the room so he wouldn't get caught in any possible crossfire, and to get some eggnog. Tooth was done giggling and was giving orders to her minifairies. Bunny was nursing his clawed ears. Sandy was mentally praising himself on his aim. Nobody noticed the shadow figure that strolled leisurely into the globe room, down the hall (passing the eggnog-drunken North), and into the hospital wing.
A/N: I tried. In my defense, I have a project going in almost every single one of my classes (7th grade) and my lazy excuses for advanced classmates decided to make me do all the work. Yippee.