Okay so this is the longest one ive ever done. I wrote it whilst i was really ill, so im sorry if its a bit badly formed, im still ill but i didnt want to leave you lot hanging.

This is for Disuareenix who wanted papa north and this is one of an arc because i bloody love papa north okay, i really do.

Caithlinn13: Glad you enjoyed it! Ive got to do a couple of other arc chapters first, for example the its catching arc because i havent updated THAT one in forever, but im working on it!

Breyannia: who can say, who can say...well i could of course, im the writer, but youll just have to wait and see :D

PippaFrost: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, thats all i have to say to that :P

Cerekal: well then I'm honored, thankyou so much for your reviews! Hoping you enjoy this one too :D

Changeofheart505: I am cackling, you come up with the most evilly hilarious prompts ever, that is DEFINITELY happening. I cant wait to do that one!


Jack zoomed through the halls, peering over his shoulder intermittently. All clear, all good. He smirked as the door of his room came into sight.

Home straight now.

'Oi', Jackie! Quit bringin' the wind in, ya got legs!" The forever irritable tones of Bunny's australian accent pierced his joy.

He had been so close!

Jack swung round on the breeze, smirk in place, trying to appear as careless as the winds on which he rode upon. He shifted so his staff was beneath him and he sat on the crook, one leg tucked beneath him, one dangling behind him out of sigh from his sideways orientation.

"aww, can't the Kangaroo handle a little cold?" He taunted, watching with glee as the older guardians hackles rose in annoyance at the nickname, swiping deftly at him, clearly not trying to actually hit at the winter sprite. Jack laughed, dodging half heartedly as the paw swung his way.

Over his time with the guardians, they had grown to become somewhat of a family. Bunny, the protective elder brother with whom Jack argued on a daily basis. Tooth was the manic mother figure, always bustling about but would be there in an instant if you needed a hug. Sandy was the quirky uncle who you could always have a laugh with..and then there was North. North was the father Jack never had. Jacks human father had never been around when he was a kid, and having that father figure now...

It meant the world to him.

"Oh, I can handle the cold, Frostbite." Bunny smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. He sprung, tackling the child to the ground, careful to push the staff conduit out of the way so it wouldn't be damaged. He didn't realize he would have to have the same worry about the seasonal spirit himself.

"G'ahh! Bunny get off, get off!"

The Pooka sprang back from the younger guardian, heart racing from the pain filled tones of his team-mate. His paws grabbed the teens shoulders, sweeping over the grimace on his pale features, saddened and worried by the tear filled eyes.

"Jackie? What's wrong?" Jack didn't answer, but his hands grasped at his left ankle, prompting Bunny to turn his attention to the appendage. Bunny's expression filled with understanding as he took in the bruised appearance, and the rapidly increasing swelling. He winced as it registered that the ankle was most definitely broken, and he had probably just jostled the bones further out of alignment than they already were. Bunny gently picked up the thin sprite, carrying him towards the globe room where he knew North could call for the medical yeti.

"Easy Jackie, I'm gunna take ya' to North, okay mate?" He bumped his nose against the boys temple as he inhaled sharply from the pain shooting through his foot. Bunny knew now wasn't the time to lecture, nor was he the person to do it.

North sat in the globe room, a plate of cookies on the arm of his chair as he sipped his cocoa, tired after a long day in the workshop. The elves had been constantly underfoot and had eventually caused a huge pile of toys to topple over, halting production for half the day and requiring Norths help to calm the panicking workers. Now he was looking forward to a nice, long, relax. He idly wondered whether Jack had come home for the evening. Despite knowing of his elemental nature, and knowing that he was a free spirit and could not be contained, North always breathed a silent sigh of relief every time his young charge returned safe and sound. He couldn't help himself. Ever since seeing Jack fall from the air, exhausted, during their first fight with Pitch, he felt a deep swell of fear whenever the spirit went more than three days without putting in an appearance in his home. It hadn't helped when, shortly after presenting him with his bedroom, North had awoken to screams coming from the teens room. He had rushed to the scene, only to find the boy writhing in the throngs of a nightmare. He had held the child long into the night, wiping away his tears and running his hands through his hair, singing him back to sleep. North smiled as he thought of his tentatively growing relationship with the embodiment of winter.

Speak of the devil...

The doors to the globe room burst open, almost startling the guardian of wonder to the point of spilling his cocoa. North shuddered at the thought. He shuddered for a completely different reason, however, when he saw just who had burst in, or more specifically who they were carrying.

"Jack! Moy Malchik, are you alright?" North's hands fluttered almost nervously around the form of their youngest, trying to ascertain the seriousness of the situation. Knowing how independent the boy was, seeing him carried meant he must either be hurt or unwell. North looked up at the Easter guardian, eyes questioning.

Bunny huffed, only marginally as irritated as he seemed. He honestly didn't mind when North went all papa bear over the kid, he kind of expected it by now. But couldn't the guy see the kid was in pain and needed some medical attention?

"North, his ankles broken, and I reckon he's got a couple o' cracked ribs too, plus..woah, snowflake, your sleeve is covered in blood! What the heck have you been doin', Jackie?" the Pooka exclaimed, twisting Jack's arm so North could see the large patch of red darkening the pale fabric. North stood quickly, calling for his senior yeti, Phil, and the medical team. He gently took the child from Bunny's arms, ignoring his squirming and laying him on the long couch by the window, pushing it open slightly to allow the wind to comfort the clearly uncomfortable spirit.

"North, I'm fine, you guys are just fussing, I just need to go back to my room and sleep it off. Look, I can do all this myself." Before North could stop him, Jack was setting his own ankle with a grimace and a grunt of pain. A quick touch of his staff to the swollen appendage encased it in ice. North, needless to say, was horrified.

"Jack...what did you just do, mate?" Part of North was relieved to find that Bunny seemed just as horrified as he himself did.

"Umm...set my ankle and put it in a cast? Is that so weird?"

Yes, North thought, but shook the thought from his mind. Jack had been alone for 300 years, and now they were facing the consequences for it, he supposed. With a glance up at Bunny, North could tell they were on the same page.

Luckily, they were saved from a response by Phil and Helga, the medical yeti. Despite their rocky beginnings, North knew his head yeti and their newest resident had grown very close, and so wasn't surprised when the yeti let out a pained garble at the sight of his friend in such a state. Jack smiled loosely at the furry creature.

"No worries, Phil, I'm okay, see?" He gestured to his leg encased in ice. The yeti saw what the boy had done to himself and immediately began shouting in panicked yetish. Jack shrank back on his sofa.

"Phil! Phil! Is okay. Do what you need." North calmed his head of staff, patting him roughly on the back. He then turned to Jack. "Phil is disliking dis method, says he will redo. And you will let him, Jackson Frost. He iz worrying much about you, as am I." He pointed out sternly as the free spirit opened his mouth to argue. Jack huffed, touching his staff to the block of ice once more to draw the ice back into his being. He winced heavily as the throbbing started up again, only to relax as he felt North sit behind his head, pulling him down onto his lap as he stroked his hair. Jack would never admit it in front of Bunny, but after three hundred years alone, he found himself constantly craving physical contact, and his favourite type? Having his hair stroked.

North bit back a sigh of joy at the contented look on the youngsters face. This was how it should be, he thought. Not with Jack injured of course, he corrected himself as the yeti's set to work, but him and his boy together sharing some peace and quiet.

Bunny smirked as he let himself out of the room. Jack would be okay, there was no need to worry.

His father would take care of him, he was sure.


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