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Ch7: A New Guardian.

Arriving at the pole, Tooth's amethyst eyes soon landed on the large man wearing a familiar red coat, in the middle of the globe room talking to Bunny. He had a long white beard, not the messy gross kind of beard but a clean one in the cleanest shade of white... the only thing whiter had to be snow.

The man had the cutest laugh wrinkles at the corners of his large blue eyes... Such wonderful eyes! They sparkled with wonder seeing things like no other could see. And they were so bright and caring... She bets they could be so-so- loving to because his gaze is just so intense and-

STOP! Tooth really needs to stop she's a married woman for goodness sake! What would Nicolas think-

And that's when time finally caught up with her and the queen of the Tooth fairies realized that she hadn't been home in… a very long time.

When was the last time she saw her husband?! Surely she couldn't have gone three centuries without him right? When was the last time she saw any of her friends... The guardian meetings... Those had stopped long ago, then when?

World war II! Tooth remembered how they'd met up briefly. They all had to work so much harder, she especially for with the war going on children needed to be reminded of the good times. Bunny too had worked very hard to keep people believing that there was hope. Unlike Bunny, Tooth's work wasn't done after the war. After the war candy became a regular thing and Tooth had needed a whole lot more of mini fairies since then.

She hadn't spoken to Nicolas then either. Too busy instructing her fairies, telling them which memory boxes needed to be opened and where there were teeth that needed to be collected.

Tooth already knew it, but just to be sure she looked at the man who was talking to Bunny about black sand on the globe, she looked at his arms. 'Naughty' tattooed on his left arm with all his impressive decorations around it. Each tattoo a memento to old adventures. 'Nice' on his right arm and there among the many smaller tattoos was a miniature version of herself on his arm.

Yes, that gorgeous man was most definitely her, now older Nicolas St. North, her husband still as handsome as the day they met.

Swallowing the lump in her throat Tooth briefly turns to three of her mini fairies waiting for her instructions. "San Diego sector two! Five incisors, a bicuspid and a really loose molar on stand-by." She then flew down. "Nicolas I'm-" But before she could apologize (an apology that would never be good enough for neglecting her husband) Sandy grabbed an elf and vigorously shook it, the bell chiming gaining everyone's attention.

With everyone now looking at him Sandy created an image of a crescent moon above his head and point upwards. Looking up, all four guardians now saw the sliver of moonlight as it landed on the circle on the floor between them.

"Ah man in moon! Sandy, why didn't you say something?" North laughed walking closer to circle on the floor that was being lit up by the moonbeams. The Russian didn't see dreamsand smoke shoot out of Sandy's ears. "It's been a long time old friend!" North said looking up at the moon. "What is big news?"

The big four looked at the floor, the center with the intense spot of moonlight. Moonlight that slowly started to ebb away, leaving a dark spot which formed the silhouette of none other than Pitch Black.

"It is Pitch." Bunnymund breathed narrowing his green eyes when North send him a smug look while patting his now rather large belly.

"Manny, what should we do?" North asked not sure what kind of answer he is expecting.

In answer the silhouette of Pitch disappeared and a pillar with a large blue crystal on it rose from the floor.

"Guys, you know what this means?" Tooth asked, head darting to each of her companions.

Suddenly the moon's light refracts through the gem casting a blueish light all over the globe room.

"He's choosing a new guardian." North realized already large eyes growing wide. If the man in the moon thought they needed backup against Pitch than the situation must be worse than he had original thought. "Must be big deal, Manny thinks we need help."

As Aster continuously chants 'Please not the groundhog, please not the groundhog' Tooth founds herself thinking similar thoughts regarding Mother Nature. What did Seraphina know about making children happy anyway? Plus she would not help take down her own father. That was proven when North tried to get her on their side centuries ago. Damn wedding crashing twi-

A bright flash of light interrupted the queen's thoughts. Wind blew through the globe room coming from an unknown source and a hooded figure with a crooked staff in his hands, made of light appeared over the crystal. A single name echoed through each of the guardians' heads.

Jack Frost.

"Ah I take it back. Groundhog's fine." Bunny said waving his paws at the image as if trying to make it go away.

Pursing her lips Tooth looked at the Pooka. "You met him?" She asked tilting her head. All she really knew about Jack Frost was that he was Old Man Winter's replacement and from what she heard from her mini fairies, that he had teeth that sparkled like freshly fallen snow, which Toothiana knew wasn't true. There was only person with teeth like that and he was gone.

"Not really..." Bunny answered her question looking uneasy. "Got a glimpse of him during the blizzard of 68." The rabbit sneered. "Still need to pay the brat back for messing with mah holiday."

"Good," North grinned. "then you go get him. You need yeti to help?"

At first Bunny wanted to decline to offer. He did not need help tracking down the little 'Frostbite' as Bunnymund had started calling the winter spirit in his head after the blizzard. But on the other hand what was more satisfying than watching someone you disliked being stuffed in a sack by two of North's large yetis and tossed through a magical portal?

-ROTG-

Today had been a good day for Jack. He had played tricks on the people in Russia, given the children of Burgess a snow day and taken the kid, Jamie on a proper sleigh ride! If he hadn't forgotten about that sofa then the day would still be great.

Thanks to that stupid sofa Jamie lost a tooth. Which wasn't as bad as he felt it was, because children lost teeth all the time. But that tooth made the kids forget about all their fun in the snow, and teeth meant not forgetting.

He had made it snow for hours after that and now he was on the roof, his hood up as he watched Jamie and Sophie get tucked in by their mom. Watching families interact always left him with mixed feelings. In a way it comforts him for reasons he doesn't understand, but the longing he gets from it, makes him feel even worse than how he started.

With a pensive look on his pale face Jack made his way to the roof's peak and cast his gaze skyward getting a full view of the full moon as its golden rays lighting up the night sky.

The man in the moon... Jack doesn't know much of the great powerful being that watches over the world at night, nothing but that it put him here for reasons that the boy after 300 years still doesn't understand.

Three-hundred years and still he's being walked through. He's still alone and something is still missing. "If there's something I'm doing wrong..." Jack exhaled slowly bright eyes trained on the moon. "Can you, can you just tell me what it is?"

There was no response. There never was a response, but Jack still tried because even after so many years, bad days, hopeless nights when the moonbeams couldn't provide comfort, even after all that Jack's still an optimist. He doesn't let the bad days keep him down for long.

So Jack tries.

"I've tried everything, and no one ever sees me." Sighing sadly Jack sat down on the roof, not once did he look away from the moon. There was a limit to optimism and Jack was reaching it at an ever slow pace. "You put me here, the least you can do is tell me," this is where his voice cracked and Jack swallows a sob, he doesn't know for who he's holding it all back.

What he does know it that he's alone and he's tired of being walked through.

"Tell me why..."

Of course there's no answer. Scowling Jack got up and jumped of the roof easily landing on a telephone wire. The wire freezes on the places his bare feet touch, nothing new.

Something wooshed past his head, a shadowy figure of some sorts.

"Whoa!" That was something new! Jack ran over the telephone wires and jumped onto a nearby roof to investigate and again, something flies, or is thrown behind him. Jumping down he landed, crouched on a truck. A tiny chuckle escaped him when the car alarm was activated.

When heard another loud sound the boy leaped of the truck, alert and scanning the area Jack backed away into an alleyway-

"Hello, mate."

Gasping Jack whirled around, staff gripped tightly between thing fingers, ready to strike. He squinted trying to see the person casually leaning against the wall. Just when he thinks he has to attack, the person steps into the light.

"Been a long time. Blizzard of 68, I believe. Easter Sunday wasn't it?" The large grey rabbit asked casually flipping his boomerangs around.

Completely bewildered Jack stared at the rabbit trying to figure out what to make out of this. Blizzard on Easter... 'It's the large yelling thing!' He realized remembering what the Easter rabbit was talking about. He had fled laughing when someone ran to him.

"Easter Bunny?" Jack said with a small breathless laugh, he planted the end of his staff on the ground and casually leant on it. "You're not still mad about that..." With his free hand the spirit of winter pushed his hood down messing up already messy white hair. "are ya?" He asked tilting his head at the rabbit.

"Ye-" Bunny's voice caught in his throat when the boy took his hood off and he got a good look of the boy's face. Emerald eyes grew and large ears bent downwards.

Those eyes...

No, that couldn't be- Deathly pale and white hair so obviously it wasn't- it wasn't- b-b-but that face!

"Jackie?" The old nickname rolls over his tongue without Bunny's consent and Jack Frost just looks confused.

Bunny opened his mouth to demand what the bloody hell is going on, why-how does the winter spirit look so much like Jacks St North. But apparently the two yetis he had taken with him had enough of waiting in the shadows and came from their hiding place.

"Hey!" Jack protested when he is suddenly snatched up by a huge fury hand. The other yeti holds the sack open and Jack is throw head first into the bright red sack.

One of the yetis wipes out a snow globe and smashes it onto the ground opening the portal.

"Wait ya bloody gallahs it's- It's Frost!" Bunny cried when they threw the sack through the portal.

Of course it was Jack Frost! But was he Jack St. North? No, of course not! Jack St. North died 300 years ago!

But whoever this was just got sent through a magical portal to Santoff Clausen and the last thing North and Tooth needed was to be confronted by some shapeshifting prankster wearing their dead son's face.

Stomping on the ground twice and opening a tunnel Bunnymund jumped through to it disappearing along with the rabbit hole. In its place was a yellow dandelion on the ground.

-ROTG-

The sack landed in the room with a small thump. Jack struggled to open the sack which was thankfully opened by two elves who peaked inside only giving him enough room to look at his new location, but not for him to get out. He saw large black boots and red pants and a brightly decorated room, but that's it.

"There he is!" A heavy Russian accented voice said. "Jack Frost!"

Bunny jumped out of his tunnel crying out "North wait!"

But the ex-Cossack was already shooing the elves away giving Jack the space he needed to get out. "I hope the yetis treated you well."

Crawling out of the sack Jack was immediately lifted to his feet by the same two yetis who stuffed him in the sack in the first place. "Sure," Jack muttered straightening his blue hoodie while also gaining his balance on the floor. "I love being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magical portal." He said finally looking up, this gave all the guardians a good view of his face.

And everyone in the room fell quiet.