Toothiana

I clutched my hand close to my chest, as the other guardians celebrated our success. I closed my eyes, flinching as Pitch's face appeared once more. The betrayal on his face as my hand struck his cheek churned my stomach, painfully. I did what I had to do. He should've known not to mess with my fairies. But maybe I was a little harsh. I snapped my eyes open, as something touched my shoulder, and jumped into the air, turning to them, defensively.

Jack stared back at me, wide-eyed, holding up his hands in mock-surrender. "Easy, Tooth. Are you alright? You're usually flying about, not sitting down, moping."

"I wasn't moping," I told him, warily, crossing my arms. "I was simply enjoying the victory quietly."

"Since when do you do anything quietly, mate?" Bunnymund joked, hopping to Jack's side and leaning against him.

I frowned at him, shrugging, "Since now. It was a traumatic experience losing my fairies. I just wanted a little peace to thank the moon that they are safe." I told him, carefully.

The two of them glanced at each other, uncertainly, as North walked over, laughing, his large belly shaking. "Come on. Tooth would not lie to us. We are Guardians. We are family." He said, fondly.

I gasped, as he pulled us all into a hug, crushing us together, cosily. He released us, as we all laughed, happily. I sighed, feeling my hand burn again, "Hey, guys, I think I'm going to head back to the palace. I'm sure the fairies need me."

North nodded, his wide eyes worried, "Of course, Toothiana. If you need us, you know where we will be." He smiled, picking up a cake from an elf's hands, "Fruit cake?"

"No, thank you, North." I smiled, kicking myself off the ground again, "I'll see you guys." I told them, before flying out of North's workshop, quickly.

I shivered at the fast drop in temperature, as I flew through the snow blizzard. Deciding to take the long way back, I flew towards America, slowing as I reached Burgess. I bit my lip, debating whether to stay or go. Making my decision, quickly, I flew down towards the open space, where Pitch had been dragged away by his nightmares.

I sighed, settling onto my knees, before the patch covering the entrance to wherever he had gone. "Oh, Pitch," I muttered, stroking the floor, lightly, "Why couldn't you have just joined us? Why continue these crazy antics? The children do not like fear and we must fight fear. Don't make us fight you again." I closed my eyes, calming my nerves.

I reopened them and rose to my feet, turning away and flying straight home, immediately, getting to work, sending my fairies across the globe. Though my mind continued to move toward Pitch, involuntarily. He has gone. Stop this stupidity now.