*Slowly sneaks back into the world of fanfiction*

Yes. I have been gone for over two months.
Yes. I feel terrible about it.
No. This is not the story you were expecting.
No. It's not a very long chapter.
Yes. Your questions will be answered in the bottom author's note.

Disclaimer: No. My time not spent updating this story has not resulted in me owning RotG.

Chapter Twenty-eight: Truly Scrumptious?

Baby blue eyes peered over the kitchen counter, widening at the mere sight of food. A pale colored hand reached over the side, darting quickly so as not to attract attention from the yetis doing the cooking. The boy was rewarded with an odd tortilla wrap. Shrugging at the food, Jack started to grin as he slunk out of the kitchen. Who was he to complain if the yetis could never catch him stealing their food?

The spirit beamed as he made his way back to his room. The grub was hidden in a hoodie pocket throughout the journey.

The blue painted door swung open as Jack made his way to the desk in the corner of the room. True, it wasn't necessary for him to steal the food – he only needed to ask for it and he really didn't need sustenance to survive – but it was a whole lot more fun that way. He observed the wrap in front of him, not recognizing the stuff inside. He quirked an eyebrow at it before taking a bite.

Hmmm. Not too bad actually. He continued eating with his left hand while clicking a computer mouse with his right.

Jack's mind wandered as he scratched his back. He considered flying to the Warren to annoy Bunny, but realized that the Pooka would probably still be sleeping off the Easter rush from a few days ago. The winter spirit sighed, before swallowing hard. Too bad, it would have been fun to do something 'productive' during his so called off-season. With half of the tortilla gone, Jack found it hard to muster the energy to get up and go find North who was sure to have something for him to do. He sighed again before using his staff to pull himself into a standing position. He blinked as his view spun, a sudden breathlessness making him feel all the dizzier.

Whoa.

Jack opened his mouth to call out to someone outside his room, but found his airway constricted.

Was that his heart beating so fast in his ears?

Full on panic started setting in, and his stomach was not helping matters.

Okay Jack, he told himself, just get to the door. Unsteady steps drew him near to the entrance, and he found himself grateful that he'd left it open to get a cross breeze from the window.

The hall was empty, and Jack could feel himself start to loose consciousness. His staff clattered to the floor as he placed his palms against the wall to steady himself.

Black splotches danced across his vision as he started to go limp. The last thing he heard before blacking out was a surprised grunt.

Phil ran to the spirit's side. His green eyes wide with horror, he hollered as loud as he could for help. His load of toy robots forgotten, furry paws scooped up the red splotched boy and bolted to the east corridor, which was the quickest way to the hospital wing.

Loud, running footsteps pounded the ground as North rushed to his destination. His chest heaving with both exertion and alarm, the man burst through the infirmary doors. Frantic yetis dashed from place to place, their eyes all filled with fear.

North however, had only eyes for the boy lying on top of the bed. Jack's face was splotched with hives, and his breathing was extremely spotty. Even as the ex-Cossack pushed his way through the crowd, his brain was spinning with ideas for what could be wrong.

Phil was recounting all he'd seen to one of the medic-yetis nearby. North had arrived at Jack's bedside, and was currently yelling loudly in Russian, demanding answers. One large hand found its way onto the spirit's shoulder, and St. Nick paused in his rant to lift his hand and stare at the food on it. Eyebrows all around creased as North brought the meat up to his nose.

Determination crossed his face and he roared loudly for someone to bring in the allergen kit from a kitchen.

There was a stuttering breath. Than another. Then a long pause in which North felt horror find its way into his eyes.

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There had never been a longer moment in his life.

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"Uhaaaah"

Another breath was heard and North felt relief flood his being.

The yeti who'd gone to fetch the kit, rushed back in, the box rattling with each step. North grabbed it, reaching inside and yanked out an EpiPen®. Hoping Jack would forgive him later; he put it up next to the boy's thigh and pushed down. He gently massaged the area, praying to whatever entities would listen to him that the spirit would be fine and that his suspicions had been right.

The next five minutes had everyone in the hospital wing holding their breath.

Jack's breathing finally evened out, and his skin started to return to its normal pigmentation.

Blue eyes eventually opened, taking in their surroundings, especially the large man sitting directly next to him. There was a slight pause, and then Jack spoke hoarsely.

"Don't tell Tooth."

North couldn't help the guffaws of relief that shook the infirmary windows, and apparently the yetis couldn't either.

Jack gave a slight smile. He shifted a bit under his covers before closing his eyes to revel in the laughter in the air.

Yetis slowly made their way out of the room to spread the news to everyone else, leaving North and Jack in the room together.

The ex-Cossack collapsed into a relieved mass, one of his hands on Jack's shoulder.

The winter spirit opened his eyes at the contact before half whispering,

"What happened?"

North sighed before scooting his chair closer to the boy, "We aren't sure, but it seems as if you had an allergic reaction."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"From what we deduced," North continued, "you are allergic to the shellfish that was in that burrito you ate."

Jack's face twisted into a grimace, "I didn't know what it was. . . I've never really eaten seafood. . ."

North nodded, patting his shoulder, "Is okay, just don't eat unknown food without anyone around anymore, alright?"

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Jack grinned back.

"Now, you need to get some sleep."

Jack made a face, "Do I haaave to?"

"Yes."

"Dang."

North snorted again before tilting his head a bit, "I'm going to stay here with you, alright?"

The boy's shoulders relaxed and he grinned before trying to cover up his relief.

"Yeah, alright," he remarked nonchalantly.

The man that had become Jack's father figure smiled, tugging at the covers that had slipped down during their discussion.

He hesitated before leaning down to kiss Jack's forehead.

"Goodnight, Jack."

" 'night North."

A/N: I apologize beforehand for the length of this A.N.

I'm sorry if Jack's reaction to the shellfish is out of whack- I've never had a major allergic reaction myself. If it is terribly off, just say it's because of his status as an immortal – he's bound to have some differences.

As for my two month+ absence, I ask for forgiveness. White Wings didn't want to be written, I was hit with major writer's block, along with school (We're gearing up for end of year testing). Plus, I've been stressed lately, gotten new glasses, and been an intense procrastinator.

Aaand now we come to the subject of White Wings. I've made an executive decision and decided to take it out of this story and make it its own singular story, since it's so huge and I disregard parts of it in my other stories. This won't be happening right away, and you'll be forewarned before it happens. The chapters in Jackie Boy will be changed to a set of super-fluffy stories instead. I know it's unusual, but it just needs to happen.

I've forgotten for the last...like, 10 chapters to thank the communities I'm in for adding my story(s). Thanks to Rise of the Drabbles and Ivy's Chamber of Secrets :D

To icefiresky : That little preview I gave you is for White Wings (Which you may have noticed is not this chapter). Hopefully you'll forgive me and just revel in the fact that you know where that story might be going.

To inviso-bella : Go ahead and request! (This goes for all of you out there!) I'm not saying your ideas will be written right away, but I will try to write it at some point, as long as it follows these rules:

1. No romantic pairings. I just can't/don't do them.

2. Don't swear, please.

3. No inappropriate references.

4. I will do angst, but if you request it, don't expect something extremely sadistic, and realize that it will probably turn into fluff at one point.

5. If it's fluff, it has an even bigger chance of being written right away.

Remember that the above written changes with White Wings will not be happening right away, and that all of you are really amazing people!

Thanks for all of your support!

-sprinkles