Emo Jack

This is in response to a suggestion on a review. Looking at the mother/son relationship of Jack/Tooth.

As soon as Tooth around to greet Jack, her delicate hands flew to cover her lips, but still not quick enough to silence the shriek of surprise.

"Jack!" she cried, circling him quickly, "what happened?!"

"I'm going through a phase," he said, a small smile curved his lips, hands in his hoodie pockets.

Tooth took it in. "You dyed your hair black because you're 'going through a phase'" she cried, using her fingers for quotations marks on the last few words.

"Yip." Said Jack, removing one hand from his hoody and began slowly swirling his staff with his fingers.

"No!" she cried, "you look ridiculous!"

Jack shrugged. "I think I look cool." He glided over to one of the gilded mirrors and flashed a smile at the reflection. The black hair certainly looked striking, it made him look downright naughty.

Tooth fluttered, "I'm sure the others will have something to say about this!"

Jack shrugged, "Sandy didn't say anything."

"Sandy cant speak!"

"You're overreacting." Said Jack, "I'll come around later."

"NO!" yelled Tooth, "I wont have you flouncing and flying around looking like that!"

"I don't flounce." Muttered Jack.

"Is it permanent?" asked Tooth, flying closer to inspect.

"It will come off after about eight washes so in a couple of months you'll have your white haired, shiny teeth Jack back." Assured Jack to the worried Tooth Fairy.

"Nope, no, not going to happen. You'll be fit for public by the time you leave here. I wont have you running around like a punk!" with that, Tooth darted forward and a strong pair of fingers pinched his one ear and began dragging him to the washrooms.

"Ow! Tooth, leggo!" yelled Jack as he was pulled by a flying Tooth.

"You listen to me young man, I know North has tattoos and Bunnymund likes to punch before he talks but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to do whatever takes your fancy whenever a 'phase' hits you." By now they had reached the washrooms and under Tooth's instruction, the mini fairies flew around, running warm water and fetching shampoo and brushes with strong bristles.

A firm hand on the back of Jack's neck had him bending over the basin's edge and he groaned as strong hands began to massage his scalp and lather up shampoo. A towel was draped over his shoulders to protect his blue hoody. Jack sighed and resigned himself to the vigorous scrubbing he was about to endure and settled in for the long haul. He listened to Tooth whistle and hum and he threw in the odd comment here and there on why it wasn't such a bad idea.

"No-one can see me!"

And Tooth responded on each point.

"Doesn't mean we can behave or dress however we like."

He tried again,

"But I want to look cool!"

"You're the Winter Spirit, cool is never going to be an option. Icy yes, cool? No."

"But Jamie and the others would have been so psyched!"

"Psyched? Jack, you're a mythical being who can fly and start snowstorms. Your reputation will stay intact."

Finally, Tooth was satisfied. She towel-dried his hair and when she whipped it off with a flourish and turned him to face the mirror. Besides a few black strands here and there, he was back to his pale, white self.

"Isnt that better?" she cooed.

"Mmm no comment"

Tooth gave a Jack a small kiss on his slightly damp hair. "Now off you go and flounce to your heart's content."

"I don't flounce." Said Jack with a grin and with a wave of his staff and the rush of the wind, he was soon just a speck in the sky.

End