Fable felt euphoric, completely and utterly elated. Running through the grassy portal like a mad woman, she actually managed to keep pace with Bunnymund for a few seconds. Manny had gifted her with some abilities that had fallen into disuse after she settled into her domain. She was quick on her feet; hardy in body to hold against the elements in travel, and in her movements she was almost nymph-like. The later ability had never ceased its usefulness, Fable found it helpful in navigating her home.

Though, her stamina could only last her for a short time, and she fell behind, forcing Bunny and Jack to slow their progress. Despite all this, Fable was still smiling. Feeling that the journey was taking too long, Bunny gave the lush ground a tap, and the tunnel tipped, knocking Fable right off her feet. This wiped the smile clean off her face as she flew through the tunnel, screaming in terror.

Laughing, Jack flew up next to her. "What's up?"

The look she gave him was both withering and hilarious. She looked traumatized. "What's up!?"

Her words came out in a hysteric shriek. "I'm sliding to my doom! My arse is probably being scraped raw! That's what's up!"

Hooting with laughter, Jack turned over and rode the wind currents on his back. "Don't like going fast do you?"

Fable's usually calm eyes were bulging. Though Bunny was the cause of her momentary collapse of calm, Jack still smiled as the thought of finally having vengeance. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Frost righted himself slowing his progress. Taking up position behind his fellow spirit he rested his hands on her shoulders. First he lowered the tip of his staff onto the ground, creating a sort of ice slide that ran through the tunnel. Fable's attention snapped to him, curiosity overriding her desire to voice her terror. Her eyes locked with Jack's and he smiled, leaning in his whispered. "Hold on."

Grabbing her shoulders, he shot the pair of them through the tunnel. "Are you insane?!"

Fable shut her eyes. "Aw common bookworm, let your hair down, have some fun for once!"

Eyes still shut, she shook he head. "I have fun, in my own way!"

Laughing, Jack spun her around so she could face him. "You wouldn't know fun if it bit you on the nose!"

Her eyes flew open. "You're idea of fun is fucking mental!"

This was just priceless "Hey, language!"

The look he got this time seemed to be absent of all terror. If looks could kill, Jack felt he would be ashes on ice by now. He still smiled though, that shit eating 'I'm going to do something that I call fun, but it will just terrorize you' smile that Fable was learning to hate. "You may wanna turn around, we're here."

Eyes wide, Fable forced herself to turn. The tunnel was reaching a very sharp upwards dead end. In two seconds flat, Fable was careening out into the open air. Soon she was landing painfully on her back, despite the fact that her satchel cushioned her fall. Groaning, she sat up. "I'm going to kill him. Immortal or not, he dies."

Brushing the snow and ice off her legs, Fable looked around. Her jaw dropped at what greeted her…. So this was the famous workshop of North. She had to admit, her library looked like a Barnes and Noble compared to this place. It was truly magnificent.

Of course, she had seen North's workshop before, but that had been in the first few years of her beginning, it had changed so much in the last couple centuries. When she had first seen the shop, it had been so much smaller and not as many Yetis occupied the place. Of course, the world population had skyrocketed since the mid 1700's. The explosion in population probably explained the large globe that sat rooted in the floor in front of her, a new addition to the place. Beautiful lights dotted its surface like the string of lights on a Christmas tree, seemed appropriate. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder, Fable glanced up, finding a very proud North surveying his home "Impressive yes?"

Sometimes, looking at him, the knowledge spirit thought of him as a sort of grandfather figure, granted, a large in stature Russian grandfather figure. Still, it wasn't a wonder that for a while, the children called him Father Christmas "More than impressive."

She caught sight of a familiar mop of white hair. "Excuse me North, I have to… Speak with Jack."

Nodding, North relinquished his hold on her shoulder, and watched as she calmly made her way over to white haired teenager. What came next was both shocking and slightly humorous. Fable walked past Jack, reached back and grabbed his ear, dragging him with her into a more private section of the workshop. "Hey! Ow ow ow!"

She all put threw him away from her. Spinning on her heel, she jabbed a finger into his chest. Her words coming out like the hiss of an angry cat "Don't ever do that to me again."

There was that smile again, great bloody Moon she hated that smile. The fact that stood a good few inches taller than her really wasn't helping. Especially when he leaned over her "Aww, I'm sorry bookworm, I didn't mean to freak you out."

Fable was livid, how dare he mock her! "I have half a mind to take my ink bombs and shove them all in your mouth!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Ink bombs?"

Like what happened with the explanation with the Tailypo monster, Fable went on a tangent. Reaching into the pockets of her jeans, she pulled out a few cherry sized balls. Holding on up she smirked. "Stole the idea from Bunny with his exploding eggs, throw one of these babies and you either have a decent distraction or a way of blinding your enemy to give you time to attack or give you some time to get away. It's a bit reminiscent of what the octopus and squid do when they're…..HEY!"

Jack laughed. "You're easily distracted aren't you?"

Shoving the bombs back in her pocket, Fable stood on her toes in an attempt to appear threatening. Smirking, Jack leaned in touching his nose to hers. She could feel the bite of cold on hers, but ignored it; she wasn't going to give him pleasure in this. "Pull a stunt like that again, and I'll make you regret it."

He was still smiling, was there no way to wipe that grin on his face?! "You know, you're cute when you're angry."

That did it, grabbing one of her bombs; Fable shoved it in his mouth. Watching with a deep satisfaction as black ink caused the winter spirit to sputter and gag. Grinning like the cat that got the canary, Fable nodded to herself. "You know, this is kind of like how one would go about training a puppy. Only instead of a spray bottle used for punishment, you get an ink bomb in the mouth."

Jack glared at her, though he was still smiling past the fowl tasting ink, behind his back a snowball was taking shape and it had her name on it. Fable began pacing, apparently lost in thought about the prospects of her ink bombs. "You know. The more I think about this, the more I like this idea…"

A cold slush ball collided with her face. Fable blinked, feeling a warm sense of fun and joy begin to overtake her. She'd read about Frost's ability to bring out the fun in people with a simple itty bitty snowflake or a snowball to the face. Jack was leaning against the wall, his staff resting lazily on his shoulder as he watched the snowball take effect. He had to admit, it was interesting watching Fable go through processing the joy he inflicted, she appeared to be fighting it to. That was a first. Her nose twitched and her eyes seemed to glow, and she started giggling. There is was Jack smiled, revealing his ink coated teeth. One look at them and Fable went into a fit of hysterical laughter, pointing at him, more specifically at his teeth. "What's with her mate?"

Looking over his shoulder, Jack found Bunnymund, who was staring at Fable, looking a bit concerned. Bunny glanced at him and took in the ink that was had stained his mouth. "What did ya do Frost?"


Author's Note: It would appear that Jack and Fable are really bumping heads now huh? Anyway, I've been thinking about Fable's voice, I've been thinking or either a very very light Irish accent or maybe even British or English... What do you guys think? Also, guess what I woke up to this morning... MORE SNOW! Yes, tons of the white stuff, I took my dog out to walk in it, it was lovely, also read a book, and enjoyed some hot chocolate (with a bit of peppermint Kahlua in it) next to a roaring fire, all the snowy day cliches. So back on track, as far as voice and accents go for Fable what do you all think? Enjoy this chapter, review and all that.