A/N: Hello my lovelies!
I was thinking about saying I won't update until I have 5 reviews, but... I realize that my story isn't that popular, so I'm just going to hope you enjoy this ridiculously long chapter! Sorry for the lack of description of North's workshop, I just really need this chapter done, because the next chapters will be chock-filled with action.

A lot of thanks to ByeByeRainBird for Jack's nickname that Hazel gives him later in in the chapter :D


Chapter 7: Kangaroo? I'm a Bunny.

I haven't slept a wink.

I'm still huddled in Jack's hoodie, wide awake, when the sun rises on Saturday.

"Hey, you're freezing!" Jack exclaims, being in the same predicament as me.

"What? No I'm not," I defend.

"Yes you are, you're shivering and your lips are blue."

I look up at Jack's concerned face and forget what I was about to say. I just sit there like an idiot, studying the way his brilliant blue eyes look in my green ones, the way his chest moves up and down with each breath he takes, feeling every single heartbeat through the thin royal blue fabric. How can this boy make me feel so... aggravated? Yet, it feels right.

"No, I'm fi-" I start.

"Stop it." Jack rolls his eyes.

I grumble and (reluctantly) pry myself away from him, checking the time.

"Oh shit, it's 8:30!" I exclaim, dread sinking in my stomach.

"Why so worried? We'll be there in half an hour..." Jack asks, apparently not understanding that I need about forty minutes to make myself B-E-A-uuuutiful! Hey, I'm a girl. What's more, I'm a girl that likes her long hot showers.

"I gotta get ready. There's some things in the freezer if you want to eat something for breakfast." I rush up the stairs, Jack following.

"Okay, suit yourself, but no peeking in the shower!" I call to him as he checks out my room and I fling a cute outfit in my bathroom.

"DANG it!" I hear Jack jokingly snap under his breath.

I lean out of my bathroom doorway and do the "I'm watching you" sign before slamming my door shut.

I sigh and turn on the shower, allowing the freezing water to heat up. I stare at myself in the mirror.

I can't believe I'm going to meet Santa Claus in less than a half an hour.

How many times have I tried to stay up late with Danny, waiting for the familiar clop of flying reindeer on my rooftops?

And how many times have I always failed, waking up to find new presents around our tree?

I smile at the thought, and suddenly, my heart sags. I feel older than ever, my father dead, Mum taking some therapy, and Danny about to turn 8 years old already.

I startle out of my daze, noticing fog on the mirror already. I take my shirt off and freeze.

I forgot one very important step.

I reach over and lock the bathroom door, and I can just imagine Jack Frost smirking at the click of the lock turning.

Cheeks red, I strip and step into the shower, thoroughly enjoying the warm steam roll off my skin. In my mind, I set some serious goals. Wash my hair, wash my body, and it should be done in ten minutes. That gives me fifteen minutes to get ready. I set my determined face, and drip some shampoo in my hands...


In SEVEN minutes (WOW), I step out of the shower and do a little dance of triumph. In my eccentric state of mind, I write "JF, WHAT?!" on my mirrors. I dry my body and hair and check my clock. 8:42. Great! I take fifteen minutes to dress, style my hair, and put on the tiniest bit of makeup. I have to pull out a little standing mirror, for my mirrors are still foggy and I don't really want to wrench myself away from the warm room. Finally, I open the door and jump out into my room, and open my arms wide as if I was presenting myself. Which I am.

"TA-DAAAA!" I shout and startle Jack Frost, who's practicing putting frost on my homework.

"Got everything?" He smiles at my happiness.

"Well, what'll I need? I'm not staying the night, am I?" My face falls and I freeze in my pose.

"No no no no no, of course not! It's just pretty cold there."

"Oh right, I forgot my phone! One sec," I exclaim and dash in my stuffy bathroom. Jack slyly peeks his head inside and bursts out laughing when he sees my note to him on the mirrors.

"You won't need your phone, darling," Jack says to me.

I stare at him.

Darling? Where the hell did that come from?

"Nice note!" he comments on my note.

My cheeks burn red and I put on my black London jacket, the white mittens, and light blue beanie.

"You look familiar, have we met before?" Jack muses, stroking his chin with his hand.

"Oh, no, totally not. I'm just a person who looks like whoever you met, and I totally stole her clothing, Snowball," I answer sarcastically, my eyes popping out, and my face looking like the 'You don't say?' meme.

Jack narrows his eyes and carelessly points his staff at me.

"You, Missy. Downstairs. Now."

"How're we getting there?"

"Welcome aboard Jack Frost Airlines. Please remember to keep your hands and feet inside the incredibly handsome vehicle as we get ready for takeoff."

"How do you even know what to say?"

Jack opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly, a bright light appears in between us, and two huge furry things jump out of the light. Before I know what's going on, I'm shoved in a sack with Jack Frost and tossed through a magic portal.

And let me tell you, this whole time, I'm unattractively screaming random syllables at the creatures. It's not fun being in a portal. At all.

My navel feels like it's being pulled from the inside, and it takes all my willpower to not throw up on the obviously frustrated winter spirit. The coarse fabric of the sack scratches at my face, and I feel my beanie slip off. All this time, I feel like I'm falling about 150 feet per second. My stomach clenches, and I curse and bless myself for not eating breakfast.

"GAH GIRLEKIRE!" I say as we crash hard on some sort of tile floor. The opening of the sack reveals itself and I scramble out of there, accidentally kicking Jack in the face in the process.

And run into a giant kangaroo.

Who's laughing. Wait, what?

"GAH! MUHLA!" I smartly exclaim.

"Oh, good one there, mate! If I'd have kicked the He-Who's-Ego-Knows-No-Limits in the face, I would have..." the Australian-sounding kangaroo cracks up in laughter once more, clutching his sides and stomping a huge furry foot on the floor.

I swiftly back away from him and put my hands up in a defense position. My hair's a mess, I can feel it. My beanie's probably still in the bag, and only one collar of my jacket stands up, and my eyes dart from random creature to random creature. I only have time to make note of a giant kangaroo, a beautiful humming-bird lady, a huge man with an equally huge beard, and a tiny little golden man.

Jack crawls out of the bag, rubbing his head where I kicked him underneath his now really messy hair, and glares at the kangaroo, who's just now starting to get himself under control. He picks up his staff and walks over to me, handing me my beanie.

I don't take it.

"Who's the kangaroo?" I ask Jack out of the corner of my mouth, hands still up.

He looks at me with surprised blue eyes, and the kangaroo stops laughing immediately.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack bursts with laughter.

"WHAT?!" I ask, exasperated.

"Kangaroo? I'm a bunny," The kangar- bunny replies to me, glaring at Frosty.

"I... I... didn't... say... aaaaanything!" Jack says between short gasps, and cracks up again at the last word.

"Bunny?" I step backward involuntarily as the bunny struts over to me. He holds out a furry paw and in the middle sits a small pink and yellow egg.

"The Easter Bunny!" He sounds calm now, almost... excited. "Here, eat the top!" He picks up the egg with surprisingly gentle paws for a giant rabbit, and holds it out to me. I skeptically take it, and lightly bite the top. Sweet flavor bursts in my mouth and I realize it's chocolate, not a regular hard-boiled egg. My eyes widen as the creamy milk chocolate slides down my throat, and I look down at the egg. In the middle is a the tiniest marshmallow bird I've ever seen in my life. It's no bigger than my pinkie fingernail.

"Wow!" I look up in wonder at the Easter Bunny, and suddenly hug him, making him step back, surprised. After a second, he hugs me back, and I bury my face in his soft warm fur, feeling like a child again.

"Thanks, Easter Bunny!" I pull back and smile at the smiling rabbit.

"Call me Bunnymund, ya little Anklebiter," he replies, looking absolutely thrilled. I glance at Jack Frost, who looks irritated at our immediate friendship.

Note to self: What's got Jack's staff up his butt?

Bunnymund gently put his paw on my back and leads me to the other... creatures standing (and flitting) before me. The huge man with the huge beard steps forward excitedly.

"Velcome, Morgaine, to ze North Pole!" he shouts and lifts his arms high up into the sky. Naughty and Nice tattoos are slapped on his arms.

Wait...

"Santa?" I slowly ask, and nearly piss myself when he suddenly hugs me tightly. I'm too shocked to hug back. Santa Claus, the legend, is hugging me. Santa Claus... Father Christmas... is hugging... me. He lets me go and folds his arms.

"Eh, I prefer North," he says, vibrant blue eyes twinkling.

"And I prefer Hazel," I smartly reply, and he laughs, the warmth of it filling the huge room.

A flurry of bright colors rush up to me, and I exclaim incoherently as I feel my mouth being wrenched open.

"Oh, look at your beautiful teeth! They're almost as white as Jack's!" a happy voice says, and the colors move back, revealing the humming-bird lady's pleasantly smiling face. Tiny humming-bird fairy things with long noses flit around her and smile at me.

"Snowball's?" I ask, suddenly feeling a small wave of emotion run through my stomach. Is this... jealousy you got going there? my mind evilly asks, and I push the thought away.

"His teeth sparkle like freshly fallen snow!" she answers brightly, laughing a little at my nickname I dubbed Jack.

Jack mumbles and walks over to me, covering his mouth. I notice a glance that the lady gives Jack, and my jealousy increases, tempting me to break the friendly bond between me and the fairy.

"Oh, I'm the Tooth Fairy, but you can call me Toothiana! Or just Tooth!" She exclaims to me, apparently realizing manners. I inwardly growl at my inner self, forcing myself to calm down. My jealousy disappears... almost... and I smile at the tooth fairy.

"I remember you gave me a whopping three dollars for just one tooth," I recall, and her face lights up. If that's possible.

"Yes, I did! Your second premolar tooth was just so beautiful, not a speck!"

"Thaaaanks," I reply, a bit weirded out. How can someone gets so excited over teeth?

The small golden man floats up to me and pulls on my pant leg.

"Oh hi! Who are you?" I kneel.

He opens his hands, palms up, and a small scene in glittering sand appears. A child sleeps in a bed and a smaller version of the man enters, a long stream of sand projecting from his hand. The sand circles around the girl's head and miniature mermaids leap from golden waves, making the child smile contentedly in her sleep.

"The Sandman!" I exclaim, and the scene dissolves back in his hands. He smiles at me (man, these legendary figures sure like to smile) and I have the urge to hug him too, but I stay back, realizing that might be a bit too weird. I mean, he's just so cute! His hair sticking out and his chubby little face doesn't help the situation. He radiates warm off him, and I realize he looks like a tiny little sun. I stand up, and sigh loudly.

"What is matter?" North asks.

"Nothing, it's just... I didn't realize I'd be meeting the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Sandman as well as Santa Claus. It's just a lot," I reply, feeling overwhelmed.

"Come, I take you on tour." He walks over to me and Jack follows. We step out into a balcony that circles around the workshop. We're immediately greeted by a big furry thing that has a clipboard in his hand.

"Oh hey, Phil! I didn't know you did paperwork!" Jack exclaims at the thing.

"What is it?" I ask, frightened a little.

"It's a Yeti," he nonchalantly replies, winking at the Yeti, who starts punching his fist in his hand.

"Oh..." I say. Where are the elves?

At that point, a tug on my pant leg interrupts my thoughts and a small elf with a pointy hat holds up a plate full of different cookies.

"Thanks!" I suddenly realize I'm starving and I take the plate, ignoring Jack's worried face.

"I wouldn't eat those if I were you!" He tries to take the plate from me, but notices it's very warm.

He peers at the cookies, inspecting them closely.

"What?" I ask, giving him his "Bitch, please" look.

"WHAT?!" He exclaims and huffs in frustration.

"WHAT?!" I ask again, apparently engaging in a battle of 'What's'.

"Those cookies are perfectly fine!" he shouts, gesturing dramatically to the plate. North finishes signing and looks over, confused.

"Why is it that every time I want cookies, they're all slobbered over?!" he fiercely asks North. The big man laughs.

"Ees because they don't like you!"

"And look, there's fudge! I didn't know you had fudge!" Jack exclaims, and I suddenly get an idea. A brilliant torture. I grab a delicious-looking dry piece of peppermint fudge with flecks of candy cane in the white fudge and slowly bite off a piece, making huge dramatic chomps. I moan in pleasure and swallow it (that's what she said), thoroughly enjoying Jack's exasperated and pained face.

I giggle and hand him a chocolate and white chocolate chip cookie, pitying the practically drooling teen.

"Okay, let's go!" North exclaims and clap Jack on the back, making him lurch. Jack momentarily glares at him, but takes a bite of the cookie and forgets everything. I giggle again, and we take the ridiculously long, but enchanting tour...


"WOW, that was AMAZING!" I shout as I crawl out of the red bag and onto a patch of new snow in front of my house. The second time of being tossed through a portal is better. I harden my abs, making the journey much easier for me, and this time, I don't kick Jack in the face.

"You liked it, huh?" Jack asks and hands me my beanie. I shove it on my head and shiver in the sudden coldness.

"It was... magical. The elves are so funny! I just want to take one of them home and the food they bake! Wow! And the color! And the commotion! But it wasn't like a disturbing ruckus, it was more like a... cozy house full of loving relatives type noise!" I ramble on to Jack, who stands patiently listening.

When I take a breath to rant on even more about the joyous time I had, Jack calmly put a cold finger to my lips. Which shuts me up instantly. I stand there in shock, my breath leaving trailing mists of tiny crystals. My heart races faster as he leans in toward me, his eyes surprisingly bright in contrast to the dark night. He slowly lifts his finger, almost reluctantly, and leans in towards my ear, white hair softly brushing my earlobe. I shiver again, though from pleasure or coldness, I'm not sure.

"Look at the sky," he breathes, and I turn my head upwards. Tiny snowflakes start to fall, and I smile as one catches on my eyelash. I blink, getting rid of the blurry white circle that almost clouds my vision, and marvel at the white flakes falling against the dark sky. No one's house lights are on, as it's late in the night. The only light comes from the snow on the ground and the bright full moon hanging over us. I lift my hand to catch one, and Jack chuckles as I jump for a beautiful big snowflake. I raise my hand to my eyes and closely watch the snowflake melt on my hand, entranced. Jack looks at the flake too, and smiles at me when it melts. I giggle, acting like a child on Christmas. The snow starts falling more heavily, more snowflakes catching on my lashes. I completely forget about them and the cold as I gaze into Jack's eyes. For once, I don't think of his as Jack Frost, legendary figure who brings winter, but just as Jack Frost, the boy who comforted me in times of trouble and who brings happiness and fun to me.

"You're really beautiful," he quietly says. My mind turns blank.

"Did you just say... I'm beautiful?" I ask half to myself, not believing what he said. He didn't say I was pretty... or sexy... but beautiful. My mind switches from blank to confused. I only knew Jack for two weeks.

He nods slowly, and opens his mouth to say something. He frowns and shakes his head, looking up at the shining moon.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing," he mumbles.

I nod. "Okay." I mentally hit myself in the head. I'm going way too fast. I'm not even sure if he really likes me, or he's just being nice. I look away from him, towards my house, but I don't notice the young guardian looking back at me, confusion and gentleness that he's never felt before hidden deep in his crystal hues.

"Let's go, shall we?" My voice sounds a lot happier than I thought it would be, and I link my arm through his, skipping through the snow in a happy-go-lucky manner. He plays along and we go inside my dark house. It unsettles me, and I feel as if shadows are following my every move. I hit myself again. Shadows? Watching you? You must be more mind-boggled from what just happened than I initially thought, my mind chastises, and I click on the lights. The shadows disappear.

"Hey, let's watch a movie!" I take off my outer clothes and walk over to my movie cabinet. Jack smiles and kneels down next to me, looking at all the festive holiday movies.

"There's Santa Claus, Santa Claus 2 and 3, Jack Frost-"

"Jack Frost." Jack interrupts.

"Well, that was rude! Being totally inconspicuous, I see."

"Whatevs," The teen sticks his tongue out at me.

"I'm not sure if that's what you want to see..." I start. I remember the 1979 movie clearly. "The happiness of being me is not what it's cracked up to be... it's lonely being one of a kind..." The cartoon Jack's song replays in my memory, and I recall the loneliness of Jack in the movie. It might bring the real Jack Frost some painful memories.

"No, I'm going to see it, whether I have to force you to make it play or not," he jokes, twirling his staff in his hand.

I sigh and put the movie in, and microwave some popcorn.

"What're you doing? The movie's starting!" the young guardian exclaims and flops down on the couch.

"I never liked the first few minutes, it's just all about Pardon-me-Pete." I bring some hot buttered popcorn and some napkins.

The white-haired teen gladly takes a handful.

"To be honest with you, I only liked the part where Jack Frost comes in," I say, and shove a lot of popcorn into my mouth, giving me an excuse not to say anything else. Jack looks at me, and I stare on straight ahead at the screen, pretending not to see him from my peripheral. He smiles and brings his bare feet underneath him, huddling more in the corner of the couch. I chuckle, having rid my mouth of the delicious popcorn, and never notice the hooked part of his staff creep over to me. The hook suddenly catches my waist, and my body falls on the side of his. Jack expertly twirls his staff between his fingers and he nonchalantly wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I smile and rest my head on his shoulder, feeling daring.

I never pay attention to the movie.


Author's Note: If Jack's character isn't him, you must tell me. From your reviews, I think about what I can do to make this story better, I grow from the little comments saying what you guys liked.

So, my apologies if it wasn't as magical as I thought the last scene would be!

Thank you!