Disclaimers are in the first chapter…

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Jack had officially had enough.

It had been one hour and thirty-three minutes (he wasn't counting seconds) and he was still sitting in the same chair, in the same room, listening to the same talk.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one. Jack grinned at the sight of Sandy next to him, who had given up altogether and had fallen to sleep. If Jack could, he would do the same, but he couldn't. In fact, he wanted to do the complete opposite.

Jittering his leg rhythmically, the spirit chewed one of his nails in frustration. Never before in his life had he been made to sit down this long, and it was having some bad effects. Any moment now, Jack was sure he would spring out of his chair and fly out of the window, screaming.

Because it was only politeness that kept Jack caged in his seat at this point: at first he was actually interested in the meeting's subjects. Slowly, however, he realised that he really, really wanted to leave. But the annoying, stupid, tiny section of goodwill in his brain has urged him to stay – and now he was paying the price. Big time. He could feel his powers building beneath his skin, and soon he was going to literally explode all over the guardians in a flurry of frost and snow. Some of his ice had even leaked out under his feet in delicate frost patterns that were now leading to Bunny's chair.

Alarmingly, Jack's face split into a huge grin.

Now that's a good idea…he laughed inwardly, pressing the butt of his staff down on the wooden floorboards. Ice snaked it's way across the ground and up Bunny's chair, coating it in a thick layer of frost. Grinning, Jack urged his ice forward until it crept down the Pooka's back.

The reaction was immediate.

"Frost!" Bunny yelled, flinging himself off his chair. The other guardians, who were currently seated next to him, shot a confused look at the spirit. He shrugged.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" Bunny snarled, striding towards Jack.

"It was by accident. I sneezed." The spirit blinked owlishly at the Pooka towering over him, who had his teeth barred. "It happens sometimes. You just happened to be in the way." He finished calmly. Bunny's eye twitched.

"Pack of lies if I ever 'eard one!" He yelled, laying back his ears. "I was a good few metres in front of your frosted butt and unless you are a champion sneezer, there was no way ya could've reached me ya Derro*!"

"How do you know I'm not a sneezing champion?" Jack grinned. Bunny's eye twitched again.

"Bunny –" North warned, but the Pooka's yelling cut him off.

"THERE IS A PATH OF FROST COMIN' FROM YA CHAIR!" He bellowed. Jack just stared at him calmly, a grin creeping on his lips.

"Coincidence."

"Bunny!" North interrupted as Bunny took a deep breath, ready to yell again. "We have a meeting. Do not kill Jack." The Cossack turned to the spirit. "And Jack – don't provoke Bunny."

Jack flopped back into his chair, chewing his nail again. Bunny, after one last glare aimed at the spirit, moved back into his chair. The conversation resumed as if nothing had happened. Sighing, Jack turned to the clock.

It had been one hour forty minutes since the meeting started.

His leg started to twitch impatiently again, and his nails started drumming against the armrest. His so-called goodwill was rapidly fading from his mind.

Halfheartedly, Jack began to listen into the conversation.

"But chocolate rots teeth!" Tooth retorted to North, who was smiling and shaking his head.

"But they like the chocolate, no?"

"That's beside the point! If we could just cut down some of the chocolate at Easter and Christmas –"

"There's no way ya gonna make me cut down on my eggs."

Jack rested his head on his hand, bored. Soon enough, they would bring him – a "child's point of view" – into the argument and expect him to answer. As if his life wasn't hard enough.

An elf caught his attention suddenly as it slipped into the room, balancing a tray of cookies in his hands. Jack leaned forward excitedly at the treats displayed, and held out his staff to block the elf in its tracks.

"Hey! You!" He whispered, well-aware that Tooth was currently ranting about how cookies were bad for children's teeth.

The elf turned slowly, almost tripping over its own feet, and pointed stupidly at itself.

"Yeah!" Jack rolled his eyes before beckoning it over. "Come here!" The elf ambled over eagerly, holding the tray high above its head. Jack studied each of the cookies in turn before taking a chocolate chip one with white chocolate icing. The elf skipped towards North and the spirit watched it trip over, nibbling the edge of his cookie. None of the other guardians had noticed, and now the elf was rolling away, abandoning the tray. He snorted.

Taking another bite, Jack leant back in his chair, tucking in his knees. He began to count all of the holes in his hoodie.

I need to sew this back up, he noted mentally, poking his pinkie through one of the larger holes on his sleeve. He went to take another bite of his cookie, but bit air.

The cookie had gone.

Jack felt like crying out of boredom. Searching for something to do, the spirit picked up his staff. Suddenly, he was struck with another idea. A truly brilliant one, if he said so himself.

Slowly, Jack extended his staff, leaning forward and stretching out his arm.

Three seconds from contact. Two. One.

Frosted wood met grey fur, and for a few seconds Jack thought that Bunny hadn't felt the jab, and was preparing to do it again.

Bunny slowly turned his head around, glaring at the spirit with as much hatred as he could muster. Jack blinked back at him innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

"What?" He whispered, tilting his head in apparent confusion. Bunny scoffed and turned back to the conversation. Jack grinned.

Again, he extended his staff, careful to frost the end, and pressed hard onto the Pooka's back. Bunny ignored him.

Poke

Poke

Poke-poke-poke

Bunny's eat twitched, and Jack inwardly screamed with laughter. This Easter Bunny was getting driven to insanity.

Poke poke

Poke

Poke-poke

POKE

Jack jabbed Bunny particularly hard, frosting his fur.

Bunny exploded in a bomb of curses, leaping out of his chair and diving towards the spirit. Jack screamed and tried to escape, but the Pooka had size on his side and managed to flatten the skinny spirit easily, snarling. The chair toppled backwards and Jack managed to wiggle out from underneath the Pooka and dashed towards the hall. Bunny was quick to follow, dropping on all fours. The other guardians watched in amusement, hiding their laughter.

"I hope they don't mess up my workshop." North said into the silence.

A bang, followed by another scream sounded from above them. Bunny had managed to catch Jack, and now was probably going to kill him.