It was Sunday. Glorious, wonderful Sunday. A weekend on the day of St. Patrick's Day was wonderful, as that meant Jamie wasn't required to wear green for his own safety. And it seemed every year all his green clothing articles were in the wash on just that day. But this year it didn't matter. Sophie wouldn't pinch him, nor his mom, and his friends… well, he could avoid them.

But what he was truly interested in was The Leprechaun. He had to be real, as Jack had told them, and he quoted, "every one of us is real." That meant every childhood figure was out there somewhere. Jack commonly complained about April showers, always bossing him around on April, so as to make room for May Flowers, her sister. And Bunny got along with the Groundhog as well as he did Jack. So, if it was his holiday, it was Jamie's hope that he would find the redheaded shoemaker somewhere. Or a four-leaf clover, at least. After all, Jack had told him that the whole pot of gold think was all baloney; the gold was just the chocolate coins you can pick up at the dollar store.

Still, Jamie had this weird itch to meet every Guardian he could lay his eyes on. He felt super lucky to know them, even if it had been by chance. Ever since he had seen Jack, he wanted to never let his belief fade, as he had been so close to that night. Keeping it as strong as possible was the one sure way he could think of to give his best friends to fall back on, just in case. If the light faded as much as they had last April… he didn't like to think about that. After all, now that Jack was a Guardian, any lack of belief would affect him too. And it never ceased to amaze Jamie how haggard they all looked when he was the only one keeping them alive. They weren't truly immortal, after all. So he had to do whatever he could to keep his belief strong. Because they might not be so lucky next time.

But he was very surprised to step out the door that morning and find a man, garbed in a traditional Irish garb (with a kilt, no less), smoking an old wood pipe, hair a blazing ginger, and twirling a clover between his rather proportionally large hands.

And he only came up to Jamie's ankles.

Jamie stared. The man didn't even bother to look up.

Until Jamie sputtered out "Uh… you're the Leprechaun, right?"

The Leprechaun looked at him, giving him a kind of merry squint, taking his pipe out of his mouth every so casually and blowing a perfect smoky O. "Aye. Yer name is Jamie Benne' innit, lad?"

Jamie gulped. "Yessir. Uh… why are you…"

The Leprechaun chuckled and put the pipe back into it's holding place. "Yer a favorite of the big four- wait, no it's five now. It would be a shame if ye went unnoticed by all the res' of us." Then he grinned, "Well, tha' an' ye cannae find me if you don' know what I look like, eh?"

Jamie smiled at him. The Irish man probably knew precisely why he wanted to hunt for him in the first place, and was just doing him a favor. "I guess not."

The Leprechaun winked and vanished with a small pop. Jamie followed this up by zipping up his vest and hurtling off the porch.

The hunt was on.

AN/: Not dead. Just a really tired writer who... can't actually write. Or at least, should be writing an essay and/ or comics, but is doing this instead.

*sob*

Let it be noted that I hated St. Patrick's as a kid because I never seemed to wear enough green to ward away pinchers. And yet, I wrote this, for no other reason than the Leprechaun was briefly mentioned in the movie. (I'm sorry I ruined him. *bows*)

He related to Merida. No. He is Merida. Merida got a genderbend. Whoopsie.