A.N.

Okay, I'm moving the rating up to "T" just so I have a broader spectrum of things, don't freak because I changed it okay?

Moving on to my first prompt from AryaAirWaterEarthFire: Jack has an accent, which only comes out when he's royally p'd off or extremely upset.

So happy to get this prompt, hopefully I don't do too badly. It might turn into a two-shot! So, I like stories where Pitch stops being so evil, and becomes a part of the Guardians, even if he isn't one. This isn't happening yet in my story, but Pitch has been knocked off his high horse, and isn't so bad at the moment.

Disclaimer: Seeing as the author has gotten tired of reminding people that she does not own RotG from here on out some characters shall do it for her.

Jack's Accented Mistake

The Guardians didn't want to send him. They didn't want to force it upon him. But, his arguments were valid and pretty convincing.

"I helped beat him last time guys, I can beat him again."

"I'll have one of North's snow globes, and if something happens, I can be out of there instantly."

"If one of you guys goes you'll probably get mad again."

"Sandy's the only one that won't blow up at him right away, and you remember what happened last time."

"Baby Tooth can't come, she was kidnapped last time."

The argument that broke them was this, "Guys, I'm the only one for the job. I understand why he attacked, and I know how to defend myself. I get why he's so angry, I was alone too."

Jack knew it was a low blow, but if it was the only way to make them let him go than it was what he had to do.

At the flinches from the Guardians, who hated to be reminded that they had ignored him for 300 years, Jack knew he had won the argument.

And so this was why Jack was heading toward Burgess, in search of the Boogeyman.

It had been a year. A year since the attack, a year since Jack had become a Guardian and gained his first believer. A year since they had locked Pitch away in his lair, under the rule of his own Nightmares.

Jack had been continuously checking the hole where the lair was located, and it had only recently opened back up.

"Wahooooo!"

Jack spun, twisted, and surfed along with the wind. Wind was his oldest friend, no matter what anyone else said, it was alive. The two shared a connection that Jack still didn't understand, even after 300 years. Jack didn't need to ask the Wind, but he did when he could."

"Hey, Wind! Take me home!"

The others had given him places to stay, but Jack still considered Burgess, and the lake, home. Even now, when he knew that he had died there. He didn't focus on that, but the fact that that was where he saved his sister. A pang of sadness entered Jack's heart. He hadn't been able to see her grow up, get married, and he didn't get to play with her children.

Wind could always pick up on his mood, and when he was sad, would try to combat it. In this instance, it paused, and then threw Jack high in the air. A laugh escaped Jack, as he unexpectedly shot up into the clouds. When he emerged, he was half frozen from all the water droplets that attached themselves to his cold skin.

"Wind," he whined good-naturedly, "no fair!"

The invisible force jostled him again, and Jack knew it was laughing at him. Jack quickly shook himself off, quite the feat in mid-air, and then said,

"Okay, okay, no more being mopey, right?"

The Wind only answered by swishing, and depositing him by the hole in the woods.

Jack shook his head again; he didn't know what he had done to deserve such a great friend.

His eyes than focused on the hole, it didn't look very threatening anymore. The bed frame had disappeared, and the hole had grown smaller. But, Jack knew what was inside. A deep breath bolstered his confidence, and into the hole he went.

Much like the last time he had done this, the wind helped him down, with a whoosh. He landed in the same place as before, but something was different. The metallic taste in Jack's mouth wasn't there. Now he realized that the taste had been the fear itself that was crammed into the lair, under the rule of the Nightmare King. Now, the lair just seemed empty.

Another breath, than a few steps. This was the rhythm Jack moved to. He was tense. Hands gripped his staff tightly. He wasn't scared, but was anticipating something bad to happen. Nothing yet.

The lair had fallen apart. Of the hundreds of cages that had held the tooth fairies, only a dozen still hung from the ceiling. The others had fallen, split apart, or disappeared altogether. The bridges and arches that served as decoration had slumped and collapsed. The lair didn't seem as big as before, it seemed to have caved in on itself.

Jack made his way down to the center of the room, where he saw a lump which he assumed was Pitch. His hunch was correct. He didn't look very good. Not that he had before, but now his hair was no longer slicked back, he had multiple bruises on his face. Jack wasn't sure if he was conscious. Carefully, with the end of his staff, he nudged Pitch's shoulder. The Boogeyman's eyes shot open, and Jack jumped back.

"Frost, what are you doing here?" Pitch attempted to sound aggressive, but it just came out as tired.

"Checking up on you." At this Pitch tried to snarl, but his facial features were against him.

"And why would I have the pleasure of my greatest enemy visiting uninvited?"

"We wanted to make sure that… well, uh, I'm not sure." Were the frost brat's cheeks turning blue?

"Ah it's 'we' now. Yes, because if the other Guardians cared, they would send you to check up on an enemy without any protection."

A shake of the head, "No, I came because I wanted to."

The comment shocked the Boogeyman, and asked the startled question, "What?"

"I was the only one for the job."

"Ahh, so they convinced you that you were the only one who could visit without getting hurt."

"No, I convinced them. It took two hours of arguing to make them let me go."

"So they are trying to make sure you aren't a part of anything." Pitch was getting desperate, trying to push a button.

Jack's eyes hardened and he pointed his staff at the man on the floor in front of him. It was a scary sight, and though he would never admit it, the Nightmare king was scared.

The room's temperature dropped several degrees, as the bringer of winter yelled,

"Scour thy cursed mouth ye beetle-headed loggerhead! Ye doth insult my fellow allies ye cur! Thou shalt be crushed into Johnny-cake if ye continue yer insults! Ye seem to be wearing a petticoat and…"

This was the point where Jack froze and choked on his own words. His eyes widened as he realized what he had been doing. Pitch was about to return Jack's favor of insulting his head, because he understood what the brat had said, when the spirit turned and raced out of his lair. Pitch was left sitting on the floor, wondering where Jack had gotten his partially British sounding accent.

Baby Tooth raced into the Tooth palace. She found some of her sisters on break and quickly squeaked to grab their attention. In her fairy language she related her story of how Mother had told her to hide in Jack's hood and if anything bad happened to him that she was to come get her immediately. She skipped the ride to Pitch's lair and quickly told her fellow fairies that Jack had insulted the Boogeyman in a partially British accent! The mini-Tooth's swooned as they realized, not only did Jack have brilliant teeth, but an accent too! It was then that they started their plan. Get Jack Frost to sound awesome with his accent.

A.N. Sooo…. Jack has an accent, and the tooth fairies know about it!

Hopefully I didn't overload the colonist speak. Yeah Jack got mad because Pitch was insulting the Guardians, and he was already a bit embarrassed from his earlier mistake. Plus, he had just been reminiscing about his sister. Everything added up, and his accent came out.

Please review: there are still 2 prompts left!

-sprinkles