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"He's a friend! He's trained! Stop!" Jack yelled, standing in front of Raven, who took a few steps back. The yeti let out a sigh of relief and walked away, grumbling.

As the spirit predicted, the yeti in the workshop panicked when they saw what seemed like a nightmare doing unexpectedly out of a portal. As soon as he stepped through, Jack saw that a yeti was already charging at Raven full of rage. The stallion, in panic, raced behind his owner and tried to seek comfort and protection. After a few minutes, Jack had finally reassured the yeti in front of him whist Tooth informed the other workers in the workshop.

Jack's leg bucked again, and was grateful to find that Raven was close by, letting him lean on his back. He heard a sigh behind him and turned his head around; Tooth was in the doorway leading to the globe room with her lips pursed. She walked over to the spirit, scratching Raven as she passed.

"You're coming to the infirmary with me." She announced. When Jack raised an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes. "Now."

"Yes, ma'am…" The spirit muttered, using his horse as a prop as he he stumbled over to the fairy. "But really, I'm-"

"If you say fine one more time I'll knock a tooth out of your mouth." Tooth cut him off, taking his hand and hoisting him to her side, leaving Raven to move more freely.

"You would rather die." Jack grinned, but then stumbled again. Tooth caught his quickly, smiling.

"Really? Why?" The two guardians moved through the globe room slowly and through another doorway.

"My teeth are too perfect." Jack laughed as Tooth snorted.

"You win." She said and turned right, so they were walking down a large hallway.

"Yes, my teeth are still fine." Jack said as he watched Tooth state at his teeth for a few seconds. She looked away, smiling.

"Sorry…had to check." She explained. They reached a large wooden door with wood rotting slightly in places. The fairy pushed it open, revealing the Pole's infirmary.

Despite the fact that it had been left for over seventy years, it still looked almost perfectly well kept; the beds where still clean and the surfaces weren't dusty. The curtains, unlike the others in the Pole, weren't moth-eaten and the windows looked like they had been cleaned fairly recently. Jack heard Tooth give a noise of approval beside him.

"The yeti have kept this place clean over the years." She stated, looking around. "I'm glad they have."

That explains it, Jack thought, following the tooth fairy's gaze around the room.

The spirit had been in the infirmary surprisingly a lot over the past years he spent with the guardians- it was never anything too serious, but every time he sprained his wrist by falling out a tree, or whenever he tried to run down the stairs too quickly and land badly, North would immediately rush over to wherever he was lying sprawled and move him to the infirmary. Usually, however, it would be him and Bunny occupying the infirmary after a prank gone wrong or some play-fighting that got too rough. Still, whist lying in opposite beds, they did their best to outdo each other, trying to resume their previous fight. Or, if one found out the other was in the infirmary, they would sneak in to do pranks so many times that North had to get a yeti to guard the doors until he was finished.

Jack was rudely dragged out of his memories as a pain, sharper than any other he had experienced on his leg, consumed him; he gasped and fell onto the floor, gritting his teeth to stop himself crying out. He heard Tooth let out a sound of shock next to him and felt her feathers brush him as she crouched by his side.

"…get up…bleeding…hear me?" Tooth's soft voice seemed to faze in and out like a bad radio signal. The pain was building, and the spirit slumped even further, breathing quickly.

Why isn't it healing like the others did? Why does it hurt? Jack wondered fully, as black spots invaded his vision. He closed his eyes, dizzy, and let Tooth's voice wash over him.

"…please…get up…help…" Jack opened his eyes again and looked at Tooth, who looked close to tears. The spirit pushed back the pain, focusing on what she was saying.

"You have to get up…please…your leg is bleeding again…please get up!" The last part came out more like a beg; the spirit gave a small nod, and with her help, he managed to drag himself onto the bed a few metres away.

"Thank you…" Jack gave a small smile to the fairy.

"I should…be thanking you…" he muttered. The pain seemed to be lessening now, and the spirit let his head flop back onto the pillow, sighing.

"I assume that it doesn't hurt as much anymore?" Tooth asked. Jack strained his neck up again and saw that the fairy was gently cleaning his wound. Beside her, a yeti was passing her the appropriate medical supplies. On her other side there was a small pile of blood stained towels; the spirit let his head fall again, relieved to feel the pain slowly leaving him.

"Yeah…how did you do that?" He asked. Tooth smiled.

"Medical supplies exist, you know…" her smile dropped, "though, you did have lots of nightmare sand in your wound…it looked just like when Pitch…" she cut off, shaking her head, and began to wrap bandages around it.

"I'd be stuck at this point…I was never any good at first aid…" Jack muttered, sighing. Tooth snickered.

"Remember that time you tried to put a plaster of that cut on your hand?"

Jack laughed loudly at the memory.

"Plasters are too sticky…" he said, grinning. Tooth laughed, shaking her head amusedly.

"How did you end up with…over fifty, I think North said- plasters stick to the walls and all over you?!"

"I got a bit carried away…" Jack laughed again, "but I thought that all of those plasters on his fur was a new look for Bunny, don't you think?"

"I don't think he thought so, Jack." The two guardians laughed again, caught in memories.

"Stupid Cottontail…" Jack muttered as the grin slid off his face. He looked at Tooth and saw that she had stopped smiling as well. They both stared at each other for a few moments, their eyes locking into another. Then Tooth remembered she was wrapping Jack's leg, and began to busily dress it with more bandages. They didn't speak for the rest of the ordeal, and the only sounds were the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"All done." Tooth said a few minutes later. Jack sprang up quickly, eager to use his leg again; however the yeti quickly pinned him down again.

"You have to rest it." Tooth said, watching the spirit struggle.

"No, I don't." Jack managed to squirm out of the yeti's grip and slid onto the floor. Raven immediately raced to his side, nibbling his hair in what seemed to be what he thought was in a affectionate way.

"No. Get off." Jack protested, pushing his head away. He then proceeded to scratch his muzzle, grinning. "You ready to go?" He murmured; Raven closed his eyes lazily, enjoying the scratching.

"What do you mean, go?" Tooth asked. Jack looked at her.

"I'm going to find another one of Pitch's bases." The fairy's eyes widened.

"Your still hurt! Don't go!"

"I have to!"

"Then let me come with you!" Tooth yelled, her fists clenched at her sides. Jack shook his head.

"No way."

"Please!" Tooth persisted. Jack stared at her. "I can fight! I want to help you!" The spirit smiled and limped up to her.

"You can't. But not because it's too dangerous." He explained, seeing her raised eyebrow. "You need to get your believers back."

Tooth stared at him back, her purple orbs meeting his. She smiled.

"Your right." She said. "The best way to defeat Pitch-"

"Is to gain the believers back." The two guardians said in sync. They looked at each other, then laughed.

"Promise me one thing though." Tooth said, smiling mischievously.

"Shoot."

"That you don't fight Pitch until I've knocked another tooth out of his mouth." Jack grinned.

"You have my word." He said, bowing mockingly.

"And one more thing." Tooth said. Jack was about to ask when he found himself getting thrown onto the bed again.

"Rest. At least for today." She said, placing her hands on her hips.

"You have my word." Jack repeated dully.

"Good."