Okay, so I deleted that extra chapter I put up yesterday, at the request of RUHLSAR000, because she said it 'hurts the story.' My New Year's resolution is to be less evil, so I consented. But anyway, I'm going to put it up as a separate one-shot instead, because I PUT THOUGHT INTO AN EARLY 2013 PRESENT. -cough- And some people, namely storygirl99210, Lady Xzephyr of Helven, TinyRules, SkyHighFan, and a few others (You know who you are) did actually like it. The rest of you were actually pretty disturbed (I love all you chickens :D), but I'll have you know that Jack murdering Samson and Scott isn't half as disturbing as this one-shot I read once... It wasn't Rise of the Guardians or anything, but it was about this girl whose crush is dating her best friend, and on Valentine's Day, she goes insane, her skin starts itching like crazy and discovers there are maggots in her blood, goes on a killing spree (The victims included her best friend that was dating her crush, her other friend, and her rival [who was a bitch, so I didn't miss her too much]. Sadly, her crush didn't die), and eventually dies of suffocation because the maggots have infiltrated her lungs. If anyone's interested in this one-shot, say so in your review and I'll PM you with the link. You don't need to be familiar with the fandom in order to get the story. And I swear, reading that fanfic was what ruined my innocence around horror stories. Despite that, it was pretty good.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

One particular blob of darkness stood on the edge of the North Pole. It had no face, but a menacing snarl was almost visible somewhere in that abyssal mess of nothing. It faced the very palace where Santa Claus resided in. That boy had to be in there. It had no skepticism about it. Slowly, its shapeless structure morphed into a completely different form, a perfectly solid embodiment. A malicious grin played at the lips of its current face. Nobody would be expecting this...

"Cheerleading rehearsal?"

Zander nodded, as Spencer simply sat, chugging his chocolate milk. "Yeah. Didn't you say you wanted to go see Cici cheer? They're having one final rehearsal today after school before the football game on Monday."

"Uh, you just told me that she was a cheerleader, and said maybe I could go. I never said I actually wanted to go," Jack corrected.

"Are you going to come or not?" Zander asked, not amused.

Jack shrugged. "Eh, sure. Got nothing better to do, so I guess I could make it."

"Fisher!"

Samson rolled his eyes. "What now, Chou?"

"The deadline for finishing the next issue of the school newspaper is Monday afternoon, so we can have them ready by Friday," Erik Chou frowned, not liking Samson's attitude towards him. "And we're short one story."

Samson raised an eyebrow. "Okay? And?"

"I want you to go out and find a nice, juicy story!" Erik snapped, losing his patience. "You've done almost nothing during the first semester of school, and you're lucky that I haven't kicked you off the team yet!"

"Fine then, Oh Great President of the Newspaper Team," Samson replied caustically, completely unfazed. "What should I write about?"

"I heard that a new student transferred here this semester. Maybe do an interview with him?" Erik suggested in a much calmer tone. "Find out what it's like for him to suddenly come here."

Obviously, Erik was talking about Jack, and there was no way in hell that Samson would ever interview him out of all people. "Why him?" Samson didn't even try to hide his chagrin.

"I never said that you had to do that," Erik retorted defensively. "Furthermore, I don't see why you don't seem happy with the idea. If you have anything better in your mind, go ahead and do it your way. Just make sure it's a good one."

After Erik left, Samson frowned to himself. Those damn Asians. The last thing he wanted to do was to have involvement with that damn stupid Overland, but it wasn't like he had a choice.

But wait.

Erik suggested writing something about the new student, but honestly, he couldn't care less if Samson ended up making something up at the last minute, so long as there was a story. Samson smirked. Oh yeah, that was exactly what he was going to do. Not only that, but he was going to make sure that it was going to be about Jack.

He watched her. His eyes just couldn't keep off of her every movement as he sat on the bleachers. Every somersault, every backflip, every split was simply amazing. She was the cheerleading captain, and she showed pride in that position. She barked orders to her fellow cheerleaders on what needed to be improved, and she wasn't afraid to hold back on harsh criticism, often claiming that she was the only one who deserved to be the true leader in cheerleading. Sure, it made her seem incredibly catty and narcissistic, but in Jack's eyes, it meant that she was forward with what she had to say, and wasn't afraid to know what others thought of her, considering that she was receiving malicious glares from the other girls, calling her a bitch under their breath. Whether or not she heard it, Jack wasn't sure, but it was obvious that she noticed the negative looks they were shooting at her, though she ignored them; she didn't care about the possible consequences her sharp tongue had to face. And to Jack, he found that headstrong attitude rather attractive and intriguing.

However, Zander and Spencer seemed to disagree, because Zander rolled his eyes every time she looked in their direction and Spencer seemed to slightly stiffen up whenever Cici was the victim of her insulting remarks. Also, Zander shot multiple suspicious glances at Jack during the practice, not that the latter even noticed.

Once the 30-minute rehearsal was over, Zander immediately turned on Jack. "You like her, don't you?"

Jack snapped out of his dazed trance and looked blankly at the irritable teen. "What?"

Zander exhaled exasperatedly. "You do like her."

A small blush made its way onto Jack's face. "N-No! Uh, I mean, I so do not."

"Yes you do!" Zander pointed an accusing finger at Jack. "Face it, you've got the hots for her!"

Jack frowned. "I don't, and even if I did, why do you even care so much?!"

"'Cause it's just wrong for you to crush on that little cunt out of all people! You don't even know her!"

"You can't control who I like and don't like! Why are you getting so worked up about her?! What's wrong with her?"

"'Cause I've–"

"Um..." Spencer shifted awkwardly, a very confused Cici, already changed back into her regular clothes, staring at the scene.

"Right," Zander sighed. "Just forget it."

Jack's frown grew deeper. "You were the one who–"

"I said forget it!" Zander said in such a forceful tone, Jack was frozen in shock for a second. Zander whirled around and stormed out of the gym, his face contorted into a scowl.

Spencer rubbed his temples and then turned to Jack. "Sorry about that. He'll be fine the next time you see him though." He hurried off after his brother.

"What was that all about?" Jack finally regained his composure.

Cici shrugged. "I don't know. What were you guys arguing about?"

"Whether or not I had a crush on the cheerleading captain," Jack sighed, then added in defense, "Which I don't."

Cici blinked. "Oh. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I kind of have to agree with him. I did see you staring at Ariel during most of practice."

"Oh, so that's her name," Jack mused quietly to himself before replying, "Just because I look at her doesn't mean I like her."

"True," Cici agreed. "But you were staring at her with these googly eyes." She did her best impression of what Jack's expression was for the past half hour, which, in Jack's eyes, was actually quite creepy and scarring.

"Okay, first off, there is no way that I was making that exact face," he denied. "And two, don't make that face ever again."

"You were too making that face," Cici persisted. "Why else do you think Ariel kept on looking at you three?"

Jack almost had a heart attack once he heard that. Now he knew how Christine felt. "What?!"

"Aha!" Cici triumphantly exclaimed. "If you really didn't like her, you wouldn't have gotten so worked up!"

"What the–" It took a moment for Jack to regain his composure, but once he did, he scowled. "Cici!"

Cici smiled innocently, but quickly added, "It's true though. She really was looking at you constantly during practice."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Right," Cici smiled, now that the boy didn't have something to back him up. "Anyway, I'm going to go now. What about you?"

Jack shook his head. "Nah, I think I'll stay here for a minute or two. It's the first time I've been in here."

He was glad that Cici didn't question why he found the gym so intriguing, because he wasn't exactly telling the truth. As much as he would try to deny it, he was actually considering that maybe she and Zander were right, and he needed to get his head straight on that. This was actually the first time possibly crushing on a girl (He was still clinging onto that manly bachelor pride of his, reluctant to let it go). He sat in the bleachers for a few minutes, which really didn't help clear his head. Sighing, he got up to leave, and opened the gym door. Stepping outside, he veered to the left, only to almost collide into another person.

"Oh my god, sorry–" Jack abruptly stopped once he recognized the other person.

Anton narrowed his cold, brown eyes at Jack, making the former winter spirit fidget. "Jack Overland."

"Anton." The tension in the air was almost tangible, and Jack looked for words to say. "What are you doing here?"

"It's none of your business." The sharp reply was expected, yet it still managed to catch Jack off guard.

"Well, I'm just asking–"

"I'm not giving up." This sudden statement took Jack aback even further. "I've seen people like you before, and every time, I manage to bring them down. We're not friends, Overland, and we never will be. So–" Anton's left arm suddenly shot out (His right hand was holding onto one of those huge cameras that people used for paparazzi and such), and his finger pointed dangerously at Jack in between the eyes, almost causing the speechless boy to go cross-eyed. "–Quit acting friendly with me. I won't lose to someone like you."

Jack sighed. It was only the Friday of his first week at school, and he was just so relieved that he had a weekend for relaxation, even though it was only for 2 days. Once he went inside the house, he went straight to his temporary room. He made a mental plan to nap for an hour or two, and then do his homework, just to get some peace and quiet...

"AHA!" North's booming voice laughed once Jack entered his room. "Jack! I was wondering when you would be back!"

"..." Jack fell silent for a few seconds, and once he regained his voice, he deadpanned, "I don't get why you always have to barge in here, but what I don't get even more is why I keep on being surprised that you're here. Are the other three here?" He opened the closet door to see if Tooth was going to spring out and start checking up on his perfect teeth.

"No, they are not," North waved his hand flippantly. "Tooth is at Tooth Palace, Bunny is at Warren, and Sandy is just roaming clouds."

Jack blinked. "Oh, okay. 'Cause you know, you guys never came on your own before. Why this time?"

The cheeriness in North's eyes disappeared at that moment, and his face darkened. "They are doing their best to protect everything they hold dear to right now. Tooth has teeth, Bunny has eggs, and Sandy is watching out for dreams of children."

"They always have those responsibilities, and yet, they still paid visits," Jack pointed out, not catching on. "Did something happen?"

"Jack..." North sighed. "Immo came to workshop today."

Jack's brows furrowed as he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had a pretty good idea on who this "Immo" was, but just to make sure, he asked, "Who?"

"Immortality monster. See, saying 'immortality monster' is tiring because name is so long, so I shortened it down to Immo."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Can't you just say Monster?"

North frowned and crossed his arms. "Bunny said same thing as you. But saying Monster will not specify which monster." Jack opened his mouth to argue back, but was quickly cut off by North. "Enough about this! As I said, Immo paid a visit. He came in and turned workshop upside down looking for you. Luckily, most toys that were in process of making were salvaged, but–"

Jack kept silent, as North gave a detailed description of what happened. Most teens enjoy Fridays for being the end of the week, but honestly, Jack would be surprised if he didn't harbor a vicious grudge against the day of the week if every Friday was going to end up as bad as this one. He had already experienced a weary day at school, but he didn't need a certain monster attacking the North Pole workshop on top of all that.

"Is there anything else about what 'Immo' was doing?" he asked suddenly, putting air quotes around "Immo," and also interrupting North, who was in the midst of complaining about how one of his most precious prototypes had been reduced to smithereens during the ambush.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you. Immo now knows how to control ice like you."

Okay, that was unexpected. First off, how did North manage to forget to bring that up earlier? Second, what?

"He has taken your powers, so he is now the current wielder of them," North answered the unasked question. "Also, when he attacked workshop, he was..." He trailed off for a moment, not sure if he should add on to the boy's distress, but he decided to go along anyway. "He looked like you." Jack's eyes widened even more, and his continuous speechlessness was taken as a chance for North to keep going. "It is like DNA replication, if that is what it is called. Stealing your powers also means he can imitate you in any way."

Jack chose to finally start speaking. "How did this... You could tell it wasn't me who trashed your place though, right?"

"If answer was no, would I be here telling you this right now? I admit I thought you had somehow regained powers when Immo came in, but I knew it was not you when I noticed that eyes were pure black."

Jack sat down on his bed and put his face in his hands. "Oh my god... Anything else?"

"No." North wished he could sympathize with Jack, but he knew that wasn't going to help ease the younger spirit's disturbance. "I will have to get back to work. My reindeer are getting antsy waiting for me outside."

Jack sighed and got up. "Right. I'm gonna go out to the backyard to feed my cat. See ya." He walked out of the room.

North didn't recall anything about Jack owning a pet cat, but he disregarded it. He stood still for a second, until a tiny squeak chipped the silence. A small, feathery head popped out from behind North. The man sighed.

"He is quite strong, no? Poor boy must deal with so much, and yet, he has not broken down crying, which is what most people would have done by now." He looked at Baby Tooth. "Your mother wants you to look after Jack, okay? If anything happens to him, report back immediately."

Baby Tooth chirped and saluted. She fluttered out of the room to find Jack, and North sighed again before exiting out the window. Hopefully, things will turn positive soon.

Oh, if only he knew.

Updating after almost 2 weeks with no updates from me... -whistles while people throw rotten tomatoes at me and miss-

I hope this chapter is satisfactory for you guys, though I don't think this is my best one.

Also, remember that list at the end of last chapter? Yeah, I forgot to add a few more on to that:

–Wild party

–Broken leg (and revenge for it)

–Mrs. Bennett

–Part-time job

–About halfway through this chapter, I got paranoid that Cici might end up being a Mary-Sue, so I thought something up for her. And it's a good one. ...You're not getting anything from me. Nice try.

–I think I'm forgetting something. Dammit, stupid memory.

Okay, like I said, my extra failed, so I've published it as a whole new story. I'm going to retry writing an extra for Powerless Guardian though (And don't worry, there's no killing involved), and I guess it could be one of those things that fill in the missing gaps? Like that whole Grandpa Joe and Grandma Mary thing. I didn't exactly specify on what happened during their visit...

I said I was going to reply to all questions asked this chapter, so guess what? Reply time! And a lot of you mentioned Jack's new friends finding out about his identity... Hm. ;P

storygirl99210: THANK YOU. Zander and Spencer's reactions will be confidential until it actually occurs (possibly). :P

Hatsu Yukiya: You're welcome! An immortality-sucking monster came into play this chapter. Sorta. I'm actually quite excited to write that– Wait, what am I saying?! BAD BOBA.

AnderzzJackson: You're asking me if Jack's crush will be based off of me? ...LOL No, she's not anything like me, unless if being a two-faced skank is anything like me. And I'm pretty sure I'm not...hopefully...

Hana-chan111: You are going home (if you're not already in your house) with the official Longest Review Award. LOL Just had to say that, since the Golden Globes Awards are tomorrow, and I'm watching to see if RoTG is gonna win Best Animated. Anyway, no, Cody is not gay. Just...misunderstood. If he was actually gay, I wouldn't have made his last name Gay, 'cause doing that would be...encouraging assumptions about mysterious people, if you get what I mean. The Jack Overland/Jill Underhill naming thing was completely intentional, if you haven't figured that out already. XD And now the answer to the most important question of all: Your sister should try going to school and making friends, 'cause you'll never know if you don't try. It's never too late to gain some social experience. I understand if you're nervous, because I used to be the shyest girl ever when I was little, but things will get more natural once you get used to it. ...Oh crap. I just realized that the second semester must've most likely started already for you, huh? SHIIIIIIIIIT. -headdesk for stupidity- Well... -chuckles nervously- Did your sister transfer in? ...I'M SORRY.

nodoby: 'uh...good job?' What is that supposed to mean?! D:

Dude: Don't worry, Jack's not the one whose going to try to kill himself. :P I just picture Jack being oblivious to girls crushing on him. Clever yet dense. ;D And I suppose Samson and the twins just didn't care about the staff since they already think he's weird, and aren't surprised with anything about him anymore? I just wanted Jack to carry his staff around wherever he goes. Didn't really think that through too thoroughly.

likhitata: Yes, I thought up Jack's unique threat myself. XD Thank you!

nimbi-piru: Guess what? I listened to your advice, and Baby Tooth has made her official debut in this story. :D I thought it was a great idea to have someone keep their eye on Jack, so I went ahead with it. Thank you!

Ducks R Evil: Sorry, but it's going to be a while before Jack turns immortal again. I'll try my best to not make this into a soap opera, but obviously, judging from the list, a lot of things are going to happen.

StarStreakedSky: ...Dammit, you guys are not making this 'Jack is bi' thing easy for me. D: Okay, how about I just imply he's bi? Will that be good enough?

Guest: 'Are all immortals bi?' LOL Good point.

SecretWriter: Your name is Celine? Cool. :D

Thank you to everyone else who has reviewed! I love you all! Now review again! :D