Finally back with another chapter! ^^ Just a little fluff that I hope you enjoy.


Despite the initial awkwardness, Peter and Wendy warmed up to each other quickly. Jack felt invisible, and though he was used to it, it left an empty feeling in his chest.

But Wendy's stories were fascinating. All the old fairy tales Jack had heard a million times were changed into something new and exciting. And when Wendy told them the story about the boy that defeated Captain James Hook, Peter's chest puffed with pride.

By the time they left, it was already very late into the night, and Jack needed to get back to North's shop. "You're leaving?" Jack stopped in his tracks, looking back into the almost saddened eyes of one Peter Pan. The thought had merely crossed his mind, and yet Peter already knew. There was more to him than Jack thought.

"Only for a bit. I need to head back to North's place before he comes looking for me." Jack explained. At the mention of the workshop, Peter's eyes lit up.

"Can I come?" Reluctantly, Jack nodded, and the younger took off into the skies.


"Jack! I see you brought a friend!" Nicholas St. North laughed merrily, maneuvering around the working yetis to greet the two boys. Phil nearby looked disdainfully in their direction. Peter ogled the man known to the world as Santa Claus, and it made Jack want to laugh. The way he stared up in awe at the man was adorable.

Wait. What?

Before the Spirit could dwell on what just went through his head, the other two had already exchanged greetings and were chatting excitedly. Jack caught something about introducing the blond to the other Guardians, before hurrying after them as they moved on to the Globe Room.

There, sitting comfortably in a couple of squishy chairs, drinking out of mugs and talking were the Guardians. They looked up when North, Jack, and Peter came in. Tooth's face lit up at the sight of Jack, and Bunny's face contorted into something akin to either a pleasant surprise or disdain. It seems the pooka was still somewhat in denial over their friendship.

Jack grinned cheekily at him as North introduced Peter. Bunny stuck his tongue out childishly.

"So Peter, how long will you be staying?" Sandy asked, voiced by North for the boy's benefit.

The boy opened his mouth to answer, when one Tooth Fairy dove her fingers inside, poking and prodding excitedly at his teeth. "Oh, they're so pretty! They sparkle like the ocean!" She squealed, until the others managed to stop her. Jack, oddly, felt angry. He didn't want Peter's attention to be on someone other than himself.

Rubbing his jaw, Peter once again opened his mouth to answer, this time to be interrupted by Jack. "Just for the night." His tone was a little harsher than he meant it, but the Guardians didn't seem to mind. If anything, they had a knowing look on each of their faces.

What's their problem?

"I'll show you around." Jack piped up, still somewhat peeved at the others. Peter followed him without protest, wandering around and gazing in awe as he saw the workshop in its entirety. He'd fly closer or higher or lower to get a better look, occasionally letting out a crow or laughter when the yetis tried to shoo him away. They stopped in a small corridor off to the side, where a plethora of guest bedrooms were.

"That's my room," Jack pointed at the slightly frozen door at the end of the hall. "The others are all free, I think, so take your pick." Peter opened each door, inspecting each of the rooms, his hand lastly coming to hover over the handle to Jack's room. He peeked in and, seeming undeterred by the temperature, flew all the way in.

"I want this room." He proclaimed, looking as if he expected Jack to just say yes.

Jack grew paler, stuttering for a moment before he found his voice. "Y-You can't! This is my room!"

"Then we can share." Peter replied, seeming oblivious to the implications. Jack flushed, opening and closing his mouth wordlessly for a moment. His hands flew up to his burning face, hiding it in embarrassment and groaning.

Peter flew over to the boy, hovering just before him. "Hey, Jack, why're your ears all red?" The question and tone was innocent, but as Jack looked through the cracks between his fingers, he could see the smug look on the blonde's face. He scowled, swatting at the other, who merely flew out of reach, laughing.

"Stop laughing!" Jack cried, removing his hands from his face to fly up to catch Peter. The boy laughed some more, continuously hovering just out of reach of Jack's hands.

The youngest Guardian chased the Boy That Never Grew Up all over the room, bumping into walls and dressers and hitting heads on ceilings and bedposts.

Peter landed briefly on the headboard of the bed, still laughing; his feet perched precariously on the miniscule ledge. Jack, seeing his chance, rushed in.

His speed caught the spirit off-guard, and Jack, unable to stop, crashed into the other, sending both teens tumbling onto the bed.

Jack groaned, glad the bed was there to cushion his fall. He attempted to get up, to move, only to find a heavy weight settled on his stomach. He looked up to find large brown eyes looking back at him, with the same bewilderment he was feeling at that moment.

The blonde's legs straddled him just above the waist, hands resting on his chest. Jack's face flushed involuntarily as his eyes trailed from the other's eyes to his bare, tanned chest. There were dozens of small scars throughout Peter's midriff, likely from fights and reckless adventures. He was surprisingly fit, with not-quite-abs that made Jack wonder why he hadn't noticed before.

Jack gasped as Peter leaned forward atop him, so that their faces were only inches apart. "What's wrong Jack? Your face is red again." The boy said, voice lowered down to a near whisper. An innocent smile was settled on his face, but mischief danced in the boy's eyes.

"Y-You know ex-exactly wha-at the probl-lem is." The winter spirit hissed in return, silently cursing the stutter in his voice. The mirth in Peter's eyes spread to his face, lips curling up in a smug grin.

"But I don't," he replied, though his expression very much proved otherwise. Jack growled. "You have to tell me~!"

The two sat at a stalemate for several moments, Peter becoming more pompous by the minute. Finally, in an attempt to get him off, Jack bucked. When that only proceeded to make the other grin wider, he bucked again, legs flying up in the process. He flipped backwards, propelled further against the weight on top of him by his arms.

The spirit of youth yelped at the sudden action, landing with an "oof!" on his back. Jack stood over him, feet planted on either side of his hips, smiling triumphantly.

Peter wiggled out from between his legs, springing up onto the mattress and tackling Jack, causing both boys to fall to the floor in a loud clamor.

They rolled back and forth, trying to gain dominance over the other. Despite the ferocity of their movements, grins seemed glued upon their faces, parting only to emit a groan or laughter.

"Both of you, stop it!" A deep voice cried, two large hands wrenching them apart. "How am I supposed to work with all this noise?!" The two looked into the red face of North, who glared darkly at them both. The teens hung their heads in shame as the man known as Santa Claus set them back on their feet.

"Sorry…" They both mumbled, though the impish gleam in their eyes said otherwise.

North, however, didn't seem to this as he nodded his head in satisfaction. "Good, good. You both will be good, yes?" He asked, producing another stern look that trained on them.

"Yeah, we will," Jack replied, flashing the burly man his winning smile. North cracked one of his own, beaming at the two before leaving the room again. What he failed to notice, unfortunately for him, was the way the winter spirit had crossed his fingers or the silent conversation that seemed to pass between the troublemakers as he'd spoken.