Title: Caroling

Rating: K

Characters (besides Jack): Tooth and North

Genre: Humor

Summary: North is crying, Tooth is comforting, and Jack is causing.

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Somewhat of a 'sequel' to We Are Young.


"Why Tooth? Why? These are my babies! Why must he do zis?"

"I don't know North, but everything will be alright. He has to stop sometime!"

"No! You do not know power of lungs of winter spirit! You do not understand!"

"He'll tire of this eventually! He has to!"

North cried into her feathery shoulder and howled out more complaints as she did her best to console him with pats on the back and words of comfort. The door to North office was closed, as it had been for nearly an hour in a worthless attempt to drown out the noise, and for most of that hour, Santa had sat in his office crying to himself. It was not until Baby Tooth - also trying to find a safe haven for her ears - had phased through his door, came upon his shivering form and flew off to get Tooth that the guardian of wonder had someone to share his grief with.

"Why will he not stop? Why must he do zis here?" The Russian sobbed further into her shoulder and Tooth sighed in relaxation; North's increasing in volume sobs were drowning out the catastrophe on the other side of the door. "I love zese zings! And he is...he is...is butchering them! How could he?"

Tooth did not attempt with comforts this time; as much as she loved the boy, even she couldn't deny to... atrocity that was Jack's voice.

She couldn't truly understand North's dilemma since she didn't hold the music as close to her heart as he did, but she still felt sorry for her companion as she translated the story from his sobs. The yetis had turned on one of the many CDs of the like North had and did not expect Jack to come by. Starting as soon as he saw North in the workshop and beginning with "Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane!" and slowly and painfully making his way to the tragic tale of a grandmother on Christmas Eve, North crumbled a bit more with each destroying of his precious music for his time of year.

It wasn't until several songs and sobs later that Jack began singing a song that pulled at Tooth's heartstrings. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth!"

The screeching of the most precious part of her job gave the impression of nails scraping against her ears, teeth and heart which sent Tooth bawling just as North was and together, their cries blocked out Jack's awful singing.

Hours later, the music and singing finally stopped and Tooth and North wipe their eyes and wait for the redness to fade until they come out to the yetis, all with ear plugs in so tight, they haven't realized that the ruckus had stopped, and the elves and Jack, sitting cross-legged on a counter top as elves eagerly brought him toys to replace the ones he had finished playing with.

North descended the stairs and Tooth fluttered above him, shaking off the rest of her jitters. She flew around the corner and planned to be out the door in moments, she just couldn't see Jack so soon after everything she had heard, but her ears picked up the sound of Jack's voice and instinctively, she flinched.

But to her relief, Jack hadn't begun singing once more.

But to her horror, it's something nearly as equally terrible.

"Hey North! For Christmas, can I get one of those awesome CDs? I almost forgot how much I love Christmas carols!"


RotG Fact: North can speak to animals, but is especially fluent in the bug, hamster and leech languages.