A/N: Chapter edited 8/7/14. Was previously "White Wings".

Beta-ed by the amazing chocykitty.

Destiny is an OC, visting from Fantasy Forger's story, "Those Forgotten". Go check it out for more awesome OCs.

A Little Problem– Part One


Every immortal has differences. In fact, you could easily say that their world had as many – or more – unique qualities as the human world, despite their comparatively small population. Especially since they all came from different places and backgrounds. You even had alien species in the mix!

But, there were some things all immortals, whether legends or nature spirits, adhered to. It was a well-known fact that no supernatural being needed sustenance to survive. Sure, most found it agreeable – along with enjoying the energy and power that came along with it – but it wasn't necessary. It was another fact that any and all of them could have believers. Even if the mortals had no idea who you were, it was possible.

Perhaps, though, the most unusual binding on them was how their bodies responded to a large and sudden depletion of energy and power.

Jack Frost had never had that happen to him. Sure, he'd been in plenty of fights and used up plenty of his strength, but he usually responded by blacking out. In fact, the only time he'd ever seen anybody lose that much power was when Bunny had shrunk on Easter.

But, one seemingly normal day led to him experiencing some rather crazy things . . .


It was a week or so after Easter, a warm spring day, not nearly hot enough to drive Jack away from Burgess. Really though, he was just there to annoy Spring. She knew better than to try to attack him with his status as Guardian. At least she had some common sense, unlike certain other people.

The winter teen was lounging in a tree, further away from his lake than usual, humming to himself as he watched the rabbits bouncing around. They were everywhere in this meadow.

He shifted position, bringing his knees closer to his chest. Perhaps a few years ago, he'd have felt horrified at the thought of sitting still and doing nothing but think. But, a few years ago, he hadn't had the Guardians.

Just thinking about it made him smile a bit. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the fact that he belonged. Some days he was quite certain he didn't in the first place.

But today wasn't one of those, so he was fine.

That was another thing that had changed about him. He accepted things much more easily now, a skill that he was often grateful for.

Mentally shaking himself, he rolled out of the tree, flying up above Burgess. Jack hummed quietly as he decided where to go next. Sure, he liked sitting and thinking every once in a while, but he wasn't known for his ability to stay calm and be peaceful. He decided that northern Russia could use some more snow, and headed in that direction.

Of course, that was when everything went wrong.

Jack had a firm grip on his staff, but the comforting pressure of the wind blowing him along disappeared. Shocked, he cried out as he started plummeting toward the earth. He hadn't been high enough to gain a lot of momentum as he fell, but his vision definitely went black for a moment as he slammed into the roof of a building, bouncing over the side and hitting the ground forcefully.

He groaned, trying to sit up, but ultimately failing as his entire body protested at the movement. He heard a tutting sound behind him, and nearly blacked out as he spun his head around to address the danger.

It was a woman. She was average looking, with dirty blonde hair and a tee-shirt. Nobody would look twice at her if they saw her at the supermarket.

Well, unless you were Jack. Almost immediately, he recognized her. Blue eyes widened and he hissed, "You!"

The woman just smiled at him, making his insides squirm at her utter lack of real emotion.

Quickly, Jack grasped his staff and pulled himself to his feet, making to run out of the alley they were in, despite the pain he felt, and the number of times he stumbled.

"Jack Frost, you can't run from me. At this point, you're just wearing yourself down," the woman – Destiny, he thought irritatedly – was now in front of him, leaning casually against the wall.

He flung ice at her, pushing himself forward to try and get the heck out of there. But, the ice just hit the wall where she'd been moments before. That magic shouldn't have needed much power behind it, but Jack wasn't exactly at full health at the moment. He barely made it three steps before his knees gave out on him.

Destiny appeared again, cold eyes staring at him, unblinkingly. "I would not be here," she began smoothly, "if your destiny was not something I am supposed to influence."

Jack glared at her, trying to see if he could really freeze someone with a look.

"You have a problem with getting the Guardians to interact with children. And so, you must force them to do so. Otherwise, you will have quite a fiasco on your hands in a few years," Here she paused, looking fully at him once again before continuing her speech, "I am helping you, even though it might not seem like it." Destiny's words were clipped and professional, as if she'd said them hundreds of times. And she probably had. After one last glance at the immortal teen in front of her, she disappeared.

Jack's eyes widened as he felt a tug of powerful magic go through him. Panicked, he tried to stand again, but failed. As the insistent pull grew stronger, he finally lost the battle with consciousness.

Destiny reappeared once again, and allowed herself one last look at the conundrum many called Jack Frost. She smiled at her handiwork before her presence completely vanished from the alleyway.


Bunny's ears twitched. His green eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the egg he was holding.

Somebody was summoning him.

No one had used that method for centuries! Why would anyone be using it now? The Guardians were the only ones who knew of it, and they all usually sent their helpers to contact him anyways . . .

Crap.

He shot to his feet, following the sound of the call. Aster's paws barely touched the ground as he hurtled forward toward the East Coast of the U.S. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Jack was the only one of them without messengers to send, and the direction he was heading pointed toward Burgess. Those two hints were enough to make it clear just who was contacting him. The winter spirit knew better than to use the two-knocks-on-a-tree unless it was an emergency. That thought made Bunny move even faster.

He shot out of his tunnel, boomerangs at the ready. His ears and nose twitched as he searched for Jack. Finally, the Pooka found the boy's scent and headed in that direction, not quite ready to put away his weapons.

A familiar blue hoodie came into sight, curled around a tree with no visible personage attached to it. Something was up.

"Jack?" He called out, and was entirely surprised when the hoodie moved. That was funny, he could have sworn that there was no one wearing it -

Two big blue eyes looked up at him as the oversized hood fell back from Jack's face. A face much smaller and chubbier than Aster was used to seeing. Slowly, Bunny felt panic well up in his chest as the implications sunk in.

Jack was a child, a toddler. A very scared toddler. And he had called the Guardian with the least experience with children to come help him. This scenario wasn't looking great.

"B-bunny?" Jack took one look at the Pooka's horrified expression and burst into tears.