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Jack shifted from his position slightly, moving so his arm draped a gross his chest instead of his leg. He dug his elbows deeper into the squashy chair and sighed again, swinging his legs. He had to stop, however, as the movement almost made him slip into the floor.

This was because Jack wasn't sitting on the chair properly – that would just be too boring – but instead was flipped the other way, so his legs were resting against the headrest and his hair was skimming the floor below.

Jack sighed again, stressing the loud noise it made as air rushed out of his lips. Not that it made much of a difference.

Windows rattled as the argument grew to its loudest, or that was what Jack thought, and he was half tempted to clamp his hands over his ears; he never used to hear noises like this, and the experience was new to him. Instead, he imagined that the Pole rattled so hard with all the raised voices that it collapsed in a cloud of dust, only elves remaining. The spirit spluttered with laughter at the image.

However, soon Jack was bored again, and wondering whether he could just leave. He had snow days to prepare and frost to spread, but instead he was cooped up inside the globe room listening to an argument.

"EASTER IS MUCH BETTA THEN CHRISTMAS!"

"NO! CHRISTMAS GIVES CHILDREN TOYS FOR FREE INSTEAD OF EGGS THEY HAVE TO FIND!"

He winced Bunny slammed his fist on the table, making it crack slightly.

"Err…Tooth?" Jack said, raising his voice slightly so he could be heard. Tooth, who was currently fiddling with her feathers, turned to him with a gentle smile.

"Yes, sweet-tooth?" She asked as if nothing was going on in the centre of the room.

"How long does this usually last for?"

"Well, it depends." The fairy hummed in thought. "Seeing as it isn't near Christmas, and we've just had Easter…I'd say about half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Jack whispered in shock. The spirit groaned and dramatically rolled into his front, whacking his hand against the floor. The whack wasn't meant to be that hard – just an act of frustration – but Jack wasn't expecting the movement to be so large.

His hand collided painfully with the floorboards, making a sound loud enough to wake up the Sandman from his slumber. For a few seconds, Jack couldn't feel anything. Then it began to hurt. A lot.

"Are you alright!" Tooth asked, gasping as the spirit cradled his hand, sitting up from the slouch he was in. Sandy drifted over to the seen, the corner of his lips tugged into an amused smile.

"Fine…" Jack said in a strangled voice, inspecting his fingers.

"I think you'll live…" Tooth was looking at the spirit's palm, eyes wide. "But there is a bruise beginning to form here…"

"Already?!" Jack looked down at it, immediately forgetting about the pain. His eyes lit up.

"I've got The Black Spot!" He yelled almost as loud as North and Bunny.

"CHRISTMAS!"

"EASTER!"

"The what?" Tooth asked, poking the "black spot" that now was growing larger, near his thumb.

"You don't know what it is?!"

"No. No I don't."

Sandy made some symbols above his head, and Jack beamed in response.

"See! Sandy knows!" He exclaimed. He shuffled into a more comfortable position, wedging his staff into the crack of the chair so it stood upwards like a tree.

"The Black Spot is what a pirate gets when they are going to die. It's like a big death omen." Jack shrugged, grinning.

"So you're going to die." Tooth concluded, eyebrow raised. Jack and Sandy nodded.

"Yup!"

"YOUR HOLIDAY BRIBES CHILDREN WITH PRESENTS!"

"YOURS DOES TOO!"

"BAH! MINE HAS MORE OF THE LIGHTS!"

Jack sighed, flopping back onto the chair. Tooth sat beside him on the floor and Sandy decided to sit on the armrest. The trio watched as the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus continued to argue at each other. Occasionally, Jack would inspect "The Black Spot" again, but eventually he got bored.

Sighing, he made a small snowflake in his hand and watched as it fluttered through the air. Next to him, Sandy sent a small stream of dreams and at it, and it glowed golden.

"Whoa! Pretty!" Jack laughed as the snowflake hit the floor.

"I SAY THIS ONE MORE TIME! CHRISTMAS IZ BETTER THAN EASTER!"

"NOT ON YA NELLY, MATE!"

Then, the spirit thought of an idea.

Jack Frost thought of a wonderful, awful idea.

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"That worked well." Jack grinned, staring at the scene in front of him. Sandy nodded, matching his smile. Tooth was stifling her laughter with a hand clamped to her mouth.

"How did we never think of this before, Sandy?" She asked.

"You never had me to manipulate your innocent minds." Jack answered, lazily swinging his staff.

On the floor two figures were slumped on top of each other, both in a deep sleep. One was Bunny and the other was North. Both guardians had golden dreams above their heads. Jack laughed as he watched Bunny twitch his nose.

"I wish I had a camera."

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