Huzzah, another fast update. And guess what? There'll be one tomorrow, too :3

Request from RunFromTheDarkness who wanted a sugar rush and helium (I combined them together :P)

Enjoy! (I just want to hug you all, you're all so lovely :3)

I disclaim

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The Problem with Sugar

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It was Tooth's worst nightmare come to life and they were all dreading the moment she would arrive. It wouldn't end well for any of them. Well, Jack wasn't dreading it. But, then, Jack wasn't exactly in his 'right mind'. North was going to have to put a very strong, very ice-proof lock on his kitchen. Because the elves had somehow managed to convince Jack to help them bust into said kitchen and get all the cookies in the damn place.

And now they were all on a sugar high and there was nothing any of the others could do about it but watch.

"If he gets a cavity Tooth's gonna kill us," Bunny muttered under his breath as he watched the winter spirit dart around the room, freezing everything he touched. Including the elves chasing after him. "That is, if we don't get turned into ice sculptures first."

Sandy nodded in agreement, his face screwed up in worry. He'd tried using his dream sand to put Jack to sleep but the winter spirit had successfully managed to dodge almost every 'attack' and the one time he had been hit his body had so much energy he'd woken up within minutes. They were just going to have to wait until he wore himself out. Something they were all worried was going to take a while.

Jack suddenly halted in mid-air, turning to look at the three Guardians below with a suspiciously wicked grin. "Hey!" he called, drawing his attention to the elves still running about. At his call they all stood to attention, hands up in salute.

"He's plotting something," Bunny said, eyes narrowed.

"To the workshop!" Jack suddenly called, zooming out of the room with an army of elves hurrying after him.

"Oh no," North muttered, chasing after them. Bunny and Sandy exchanged worried glances before joining him.

The sugar-drunk elves (including Jack, who was technically an ice-elf (and they wondered if this was perhaps why they were so willing to follow him)) had barely been in the workshop unsupervised for a minute and already it was a disaster.

Paint was splattered everywhere, mostly on the yetis who were trying to grab the elves darting underfoot and the winter spirit zipping about above them, sprinkling a fine layer of snow wherever he went. They were failing, but North had to give them credit for trying.

And then the elves got hold of the remote control planes and cars. Now airborne and twice as fast the yetis had no hope of catching them as they quickly made their way over to where Jack had perched himself by a gas cylinder. The Guardians had a collective sinking feeling at the devious smirk on their youngest's face.

"Elves to attention!" Jack called as Bunny started racing toward him, ready to simply tie him down if he had to. The elves quickly turned to their leader waiting for orders. "Capture the Kangaroo!"

Bunny skidded to a halt, ears flat against his head. The elves turned to him with grins matching Jack's and charged, the ones in the planes coming from above with Christmas lights at the ready.

"Crickey!" the Pooka cried, turning to run back the way he'd come. It was futile, of course, and in the end his attempted escape got North and Sandy caught too. The three watched warily as Jack dragged the gas cylinder over to them.

The elves formed a semi-circle around them as Jack stopped at the front.

"Hey, Bunny," Jack began, homing in on his target. Bunny didn't like the glint in his eyes. "You were so cute when you went all little. Did you know you were cute? But the voice kinda ruined it. Your voice is too deep to be cute. So we're gonna fix that."

Bunny's eyes widened, his gaze flickering to the gas cylinder's label. Helium. Oh no.

Jack pulled a balloon out of his pocket (where he'd gotten it none of them knew) and placed it over the valve of the cylinder, filling it with the lighter than air gas.

"Don't you dare," Bunny growled.

"Consider it a thank you for that time you made me wear shoes," Jack smirked, holding the end of the balloon towards the Pooka's mouth. Bunny turned his head away, leaning back as far as he could. "Elves!"

The elves stepped forwards, saluting like before. "Hold him still."

Bunny put up an admirable struggle but not even he could fight against an army of elves while being tied to the Sandman and Santa. And, with the end of the balloon pushed against his mouth and an elf holding his nose, it was only a matter of time before he had to breathe in.

Jack laughed victoriously when Bunny was finally forced to take a breath, pulling back and releasing the balloon.

"I'll get you for this, Frostbite!" Bunny seethed, but the effect was kind of ruined with such an adorable voice.

"Much better," Jack laughed again, flying off just as Phil made a grab for him.

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Tooth wasn't sure what to make of the situation when she arrived. The Globe Room had been a mess of ice, snow, crumbs she suspected came from high sugar cookies, and knocked over furniture. Perhaps this meeting wasn't going to be just a regular catch-up.

Jack was collapsed on the floor in a heap, elves around him in a similar manner. A little concerned, she flittered over to him and gently shook his shoulder.

"Sweet Tooth?"

Jack made some non-committal groan that sounded a little like 'yes' but could have just as easily meant nothing at all. She tried again but without results so opted to following the carnage to the workshop where she stopped in her tracks, gasping. There was paint everywhere; on the walls, footsteps on the floor, on the yetis who appeared to have been turned into snowmen, only their heads free, and on the three Guardians who had been tied up with Christmas lights.

She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in her throat at the sight of them. North had a pair of rabbit ears on his head, with whiskers and the tip of his nose coloured in what appeared to be texta. Wearing the same put-out expression was Bunny, who had been forced into (and he could only have been forced; there was no way he'd do so willingly) a full Santa costume, complete with a long white beard. Sandy seemed to have been the only one who managed to get away mildly unscathed, but even he had been decorated with shells like some kind of living sand castle.

"What happened here?" she asked, gaping.

"Jack Frost happened," Bunny snapped in a high squeaky voice.

Tooth blinked once before bursting out into laughter.

"Hey! It's not funny! Now hurry up and untie us!"

"I-I'm sorry, Bunny," she managed through her giggles. "I shouldn't… I shouldn't laugh!"

The second they were free North and Bunny tore off their costumes, Sandy taking his time to pick off the shells.

"Do you want to explain to me what happened?" Tooth tried again when she'd finally gotten herself under control.

The three exchanged nervous glances and Sandy slowly shook his head.

"Okay… tell me anyway," she ordered, suddenly very suspicious.

"Jack… may have helpedelvesbreakintothekitchenandeatenallthecookies," North said in a rush, hoping she wouldn't understand. If the thunderous look on her face was anything to go by he had failed.

"You let him eat cookies?!" she bellowed. "Do you know how much sugar is in those things?! What if he gets a cavity?! His teeth are perfect! They're not allowed to be ruined!"

"Calm down, Toothy, we will just-"

"Don't you 'Toothy' me!" Tooth said, hands on her hips. "If there is even a speck of plaque on those teeth there'll be hell to pay!"

And they certainly didn't doubt it.

"Then we just have to find Jack and get him to brush teeth."

Tooth softened a little, but there was still a hard edge to her words when she said, "He's crashed in the Globe Room."

They followed her into said room, quickly locating the spirit in question amidst the elves and snow. Bunny's frown slowly morphed into a smirk as Tooth ordered one of her fairies to fetch a toothbrush and toothpaste.

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When he awoke to a headache several hours later, Jack knew something was amiss, and it wasn't just that his breathe was minty fresh. It was only when he went to stand that he realised what it was.

"BUNNY, YOU DEMON!" he roared.

There, strapped to his feet, were a bright pink pair of high heels.

Guest Review Responses:

WEast:I'm glad you liked it XD I based Ceres on the Roman goddess of the same name, just as the other two are named after actual things/people. That way they're a little less OCish. Thank you :3

Berlin:Thank you! Your wish is my command :P I've added it to the request list, so it should be soonish. And yep, I was the one who wanted a break from the angst ^^

Cag:Naw thank you :3 Hahaha yep. Definitely one of them XD

Guest:I love you too :3 Sorry ^^; I only ship canon pairings

Guest(the other one): It makes me so happy to hear you like them ^w^ Naaaaaw you're so lovely :3 (I'm not wearing a belt today :O (although my friend and I have a theory that poofy hair is a sign of intelligence XD))

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