A/N: Hey guys :) I'm just going to apologize for the short chapter in advance, so please dun hate me! :( But please enjoy nonetheless :)

Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG or any of its characters. Only my OC and story plot. Everything else goes to its respective owners.

Me: Does anyone else want to do this?

Girl: Do what?

Me: disclaimers.

Girl: Why?

Me: Because they're boring, and everyone already knows I don't own ROTG.

Girl: It's unfair to think that ALL people know it. How do you know? Maybe someone didn't even hear about it until they went on this site and read the fanfic.

Me: ...Are you always trying to argue?

Girl: *innocently* Why, of course not. ^0^

Me: liar...

Jack: Author, why are you having a conversation with yourself?

Me: I'm not!

Jack: ...Yes, I think you are...

Me: well I'm sorry I don't have a life!

Jack: -_-() If you didn't have a life, then how are you alive and typing conversations to yourself?

Me: *Throws hands up* Argh! Alright, fine! Whatever. Geez, what is it with you two argument lovers?

Jack and Girl: ...

Jack: Just continue the story. I'm sure the readers are getting tired of your conversations to yourself.

Me: :( Jack!

Jack: *Laughs*

Girl: -_-(). Anyways, while ignoring those two morons-

Jack and Me: Hey!

Girl: Please enjoy the story! *Smiles sweetly, ignoring the two behind her*

Jolly Ole Saint Nick

I had decided before hand that for the time being, I would keep my powers secret from the mystery guy. Jack said that the less who knew about it, the better for me. Since I trusted Jack, I took his word for it.

Just then, a pair of large black boots appear, accompanied with bright red pants, the same color as the carpet, a red jacket, and a big smile on his face, which was adorned with rosey red cheeks.

Me, still having a fetish about new people and strangers, hide behind Jack, tightly clutching his sweater. His shoulders slightly shake as he laughs. The big man in the red suit spots Jack, and his face lights up even more (if that was possible) with happiness.

"Jack, my boy, how are ya? Where've you been? You've been gone fo' three days!" exclaims the Big Man in Red. He seemed to have a bit of a Russian accent. He walks up to us, his arms wide as if he was going to hug Jack, but stops when he's only about a foot away. Jack shifts his body a little so that I'm completely hidden behind his back. "Yo, North. Sorry, I've just been out, you know? Making snow, creating blizzards and snow storms, the works," Jack says lightly, as if he's forgotten that he was supposed to be in trouble.

The big man that Jack called North only laughed a little, but then got on a serious face. He leaned down, so that he was right in Jack's face, causing the ice boy to slightly lean back. I narrow my eyes in warning as North says lowly, "Do not lie to me, Jack. It won't serve either of us a purpose. And if it weren't for this oh-so important meeting that the MiM has decided to call us here for, I would be chewing your rebellious teenager hide inside out."

Jack couldn't help bit to giggle a little at the last line, and that seemed to break the tension. But there was no way in friggin' heck that I was going to let that red man get away with talking to Jack like he did. And I would get him back, whether it be setting his whole place on fire, or simply just setting his pants on fire. No one talks to Jack that way and gets away with it. No one.

But, I figured that I'd have plenty of time to extract my revenge later, and decided to wait until after the meeting.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the short chapter, but the next one should be longer. And I may have made North a bit oc, so please excuse that. Also, I'm not good with writing in people's accents, so I think I'll just let North talk in english for the most part, and leave the accenting stuff to your imagination. Please let me know what you think! :)