This was surprisingly easy to write.

Jack: Why may I ask did you even have to write this chapter?

Kitkat: Because everyone thinks it's the cutest thing when you're turned into a baby or toddler. Like when you turned into a little Pooka. Remember?

Jack: I don't wanna talk about it.

Kitkat: *smirks smugly* Now onto the story!

Jack didn't know how he exactly got himself into messes like the one he was in right now. Every time he went into North's experimenting room, something bad happened to him. Jack wasn't sure why he kept going in there- oh wait. He was trying to get a potion that would change Bunny's fur pink for a month.

Instead, Jack tripped over an elf. Jingle, to be exact. Jack was beginning to think that elf had it out for him. After tripping, Jack bumped into one of the shelves and a potion fell on him. Kind of like when he was turned into a Pooka. Except there was no North to see what happened.

So when the Guardians walked in to see a baby with white hair and blue eyes crying, nobody was quite sure what had happened. Except for Jingle, who was also hit with the potion. Nobody who could talk yet could tell the Guardians what had happened.

"What do you mean my boyfriend's a baby?!" Scarlett yelled. Tooth had called her in to tell her the news, which led to the redhead holding Jack. That was kind of hard since she also had to hold his staff. Sandy ended up holding baby Jingle.

"Look at him, Sheila. He's clearly Jack," Bunny stated. Scarlett sighed. Of all the things to happen, why this? "North, you got anything to turn 'im back?"

"Unfortunately no. I will have to create something from scratch. It will take a few days."

"First a Pooka, now a baby. You need to lock those potions away. They're too dangerous," Tooth chided. Scarlett nodded her head in agreement.

"I know, I know. After Jack goes back to normal I will. For now, I need you to take care of Jack for us, Scarlett," North declared. Scarlett rolled her eyes. She had already decided that. No way was she letting anyone else take care of him.

'I need to rethink my life choices,' Scarlett thought as Jack tried to escape from the spare crib Jamie's mom kept up in the attic for the fifth time in the last hour. "Jack, you need to stay put so you don't get hurt."

If he still had the mentality of the three-hundred-year-old Winter Spirit he really was, he certainly wasn't acting like it. Jack still acted like himself but more immature and mischievous, if that was even possible.

"Pre….pre…." Jack kept trying to speak and repeating the same thing over and over again.

"What are you trying to say, Jackie?" Scarlett cooed. He was so cute with his messy white hair and big eyes and that small smile that Scarlett couldn't help but treat him like the baby he currently was. He wrinkled his nose a little before giving it one last shot.

"Pretty!"

"Awww!" Scarlett picked him up and gave him a big hug. "I'm never letting you live this down. You know that right?" Jack stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry, which only gave Scarlett more ammo to blackmail him with once he returned to his rightful age. "AWW!"

AN: Will be a two-parter. My work schedule has been little hectic lately and I am working on some super secret writing projects that I'll (maybe) publish this summer. We'll see.

Bunny: So they're fanfics. Not very secret.

Kitkat:...shut up.

Kitkat Out!