Hello again everyone! And welcome to the second installment of Fresh Out of Luck!

It was so nice seeing everyone's reviews, it made me very happy! Just as a heads up though, everyone should take a gander at the authors note located at the bottom, if only because I will be explaining some things down there. This story is still Un-Beta'd, but I actually gave it a stern look over before I posted this time. Odd question though, but how does one go about getting a Beta Reader? Because that would be lovely!

But other then that, Enjoy!

I own nothing but the character Lyra.

I looked up into the sky as she disappeared, a rainbow following after her steps, and realized something, I had no idea who that woman was. It was obvious she wasn't one of the humans, the pointy ears and flying disproved that theory rather quickly.

But that still didn't answer who that girl was. Was she another spirit, and if so, why hadn't I met her before, I'm pretty well acquainted with all of the other Legends. Speaking of legends…

Tooth whipped around the corner, wings fluttering furiously, just in time to see the last remnants of the woman's rainbow and I turned my head to look at her. Tooth wanted a night to go collecting teeth, and so we made it a tradition to go together at least once a month, she had these nights with the others too, and sometimes we did it all together, but tonight it was just us.

Maybe she knew who that weird lady was. "So, any clue as to who makes rainbows with their shoes? When there isn't any rain in sight?" I asked leaning on my staff and motioning about with my other hand.

She gave a small smile before flying into the sky above the town's roof line. I followed after to see her staring at the disappearing band of color. "That Jack," She started with a smile, "was Lyra, you might know her as the Leprechaun, and I'm surprised that you've never ran into each other!" She seemed really excited at this fact, like there was something special about it.

But, that's weird, why would we run into each other? Apparently my facial expression said it all, and Tooth gave me a stunned look. "Uhm, is it completely coincidental that you show up in the exact same area that Lyra rages at when she's done with her holiday?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

Her holiday? Oh, right, Leprechaun. So that would make Saint Patrick's day her holiday. Where am I after that? Isn't it that one little island up in Canada, what's it called? "You know, Newfoundland?" She mentioned, trying to make me realize, and I did.

Every year without fail, I get this sort of… itch I guess, to head up to this place and give it a fantastic little snow storm. And this is right smack in the middle of spring, and I sort of use it as my 'last hurrah' till next winter, along with being able to annoy the Kangaroo. But, I never knew she was there too.

"Really? What's she doing there?"

"Oh, no one really knows, except her leprechauns and maybe Cupid. Gossip on the grape vine says that she's angry because of a scorned lover. So she goes there to release her anger. It just so happens, that when she's up there, so are you. The locals call your snow storm "Sheila's Brush" though, and linked it to some Saint Patrick lore." Tooth mentioned with a grin.

Ew, not only do they think some chick is making the snow storm, but they just had to go and use one of the Kangaroos words to do it. Maybe to punish them, I won't show up this year… Nah that would be too good for them. I'd make this one ten times as bad as the rest, which should show them the error of their ways. But, what brought her there as well? I had the feeling it wasn't because of some 'scorned lover' thing like tooth thought. From what I could tell, this Lyra chick was way too chill for that. There was no way she could have a temper tantrum, let alone actually having a lover, who would be interested in her anyways? There was nothing special to look at when it came to her.

With a grin, I decided that for the next month or so, I'd get very acquainted with Lyra, whether she wants me to or not. And who knows, maybe I'd walk away with a pot of gold for my effort, that is what the myth is, right? I let a chuckle out at the thought.

"No. I do not have a pot of gold, No you do not get any wishes." I said exasperatedly as I tried walking away from the stupid snowball.

The kid had caught up with me a few days after we first 'collided' with each other and he still wouldn't leave me well enough alone, which leads us to this predicament. Predicament meaning that I still had no battle plan for this year, and from the looks of it, I would be deprived of any alone time to think it over for quite some time. Would it be alright if I strangled the little kermugin, or would Manny hold it against me for throttling one of his chosen?

Hopefully not, but I still will reserve my right not to just on the off chance that Cupid will see and will rip me a new hole from hurting such a 'cutie'. Ah Cupid, I can hear it now, 'Mhmm girl, just what do you think you are doing? You strangle that kid and you will be making this world a lot less hotter than it is.' Followed by his signature z snap and not so casual eye rape of the aforementioned snowball. Well, as they say, Cupid is as Cupid does... or something like that.

I'd feel bad about him getting eye raped though, except I definitely wouldn't. If Cupid Eye raped Jack, it would be in my favor, and hopefully it'd scare frosty the snow boy off long enough for me to put together a coherent thought.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure that if I rub your pot of gold, I get three wishes."

I actually had to stop and stare at him this time. He had a huge grin on his face with his arms casually crossed behind his head, staff clutched carelessly in one hand. I face palmed and rolled my eyes "Kid, let me start it off with this, I am not a Genie, I don't do the wishes thing, ever." I narrowed my eyes, "and two, there is no gold, and no pot either, what I have isn't worth much to someone like you."

"Oh? Someone like me, well what is it then?"

A bland expression crossed my face before turning gleeful. Please note, I am The Leprechaun Queen, if I didn't have a tricking bone in my body, I wouldn't be me. I'd just be some chick with super shitty luck.

Nonchalantly, I turned my head to look at him, and with a casual shoulder roll I let my voice drawl. "Well, if you must know so badly..." I paused for effect, oooh, gotta love that. "It is a stash of tampons and pads, if you want to see it I can show you, you know, I have some of it with me here." I mentioned before sticking my hand into a pouch, fake rooting around for one.

In a very classical 'I am a teenage boy, ew what are you doing stop talking about your gross girly stuff' way, Jack's face lit up like a red Christmas ball before throwing his hands out in front of him and exclaiming his displeasure. I didn't think it was possible for blue boy Jack to look so red. How precious, I wish I had a camera.

I stopped rooting around in my satchel with a shrug of my shoulders and continued on walking. Hopefully this would shut the kid up for a while, while I tried finding the perfect tree to work with. We were walking through a forest in Russia currently, if you had to know.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Snowflake asked. I gave an exasperated sigh before shushing him with a wave of my hand and returning to my previous work of inspecting trees. I walked around tapping on the barks of trees trying to find the one that made the perfect hollow sound. "None of your business, hopefully, you'll be bored of me by then and will have left." I murmured as I walked off to tap another.

All I got was a cheeky grin in response with a shake of his head while he still strolled behind me. "Don't you have something better to do? Like mess up someone else's day with a snow storm or something?" I spat out continuing along my stroll.

I realize now that I should probably mark these trees better so I don't spend forever looking for them anymore. But that would take work, and I'm just a bit too lazy to mark all two hundred trees. The little guys wouldn't be of help on this one either. 'Taking care of the Home is a woman's job Lyra.' sexist bastards.

Half way to knocking on the next potential tree, I heard a crack of a branch a small distance off, my pointed ears twitched at the sound and my head whipped in the direction it was coming from as my walk came to a grinding halt. Unfortunately, Jack wasn't paying attention, and we bumped into each other, me ending up face first in the snow below. I quickly spat it out and lifted my head from the ground, wiping my face with my hand. When I opened my eyes though, I almost wanted to shrink back into the ground.

Nightmares. Pitches' to be precise. Brilliant.

Now, normally, this would be good, Nightmares mean their king is nearby, and if you have all forgotten by now, I'm currently looking for him. Although, I would probably be a babbling, incoherent mess at the sight of him. Socially awkward does not begin to describe my level of incompetency. It's why I'm always trying to come up with a plan before meeting face to face… not that I have gotten the chance to yet. But the situation at hand was a tad more precarious, if only because of one aspect.

The little Frost twerp.

The guy who Pitch probably has on his hit list of 'people I really don't like very much'. And, if my guess is anything, Jack probably holds the record, much like North's naughty list. These facts lead me to believe that this isn't a social visit from the dark mares. Although, I really wish it was.

Jack had his staff raised and poised for battle while I was still pulling myself off of the ground. "Can't we talk about this like civilized people?" I asked as I brushed the last remnants of snow off. Jack gave me an odd look, like he's never met someone who doesn't want to wreck these guys. The response I got from the Mares was a bit clearer. A huff of angry air and grinding ones hoof into the ground seemed like a very nice indicator of 'less talk, more me chewing your head off.' Not a pleasant bunch I take it.

I sighed before reaching for my hammer at my hip. "I'm really not too fond of fighting you all, it's not on my extremely long to do list." I grasped the handle of the small hammer before swinging it in front of me, enlarging it to a more reasonable fighting size. I had to hold it with both hands now, and it weighed an absolute ton.

What. You thought I didn't have any kind of protection? Oh please, magic boots can only be made with MAGIC ITEMS of course! It's common sense! My hammer just so happens to be blessed with being really, really big under certain situations.

That doesn't mean I can actually wield it well though. Remember how I mentioned that the little wee folk were all about gender specific rolls? Fighting is one of them. So I never really have time or reason to practice with it. I'm going to be about as useful as a kid waving around a stick.

Hopefully they would focus on the one of us that has more fighting prowess. But, knowing my luck, they'd all come after me. I looked over to jack, seeing his impressed look and realized that yep, destiny was about to kick my ass. There was no way they were going to leave Jack giving me any kind of respect alone, it was going to get crushed in the worst way possible.

And that would be right now, as one of the first Nightmares took the charge and headed straight my way. I lifted the hammer up into the air, eyes closed, before bringing it into a downward arch. I call this technique the 'Close your eyes and pray you don't die' method of fighting. I have a black belt in it. To my absolute astonishment, the blow hit, and the mare crumpled into the ground. I opened my eyes after the impact, shocked that it actually worked before looking up at Jack to see if I was the only one to have seen the first potentially lucky moment of my life.

I was.

He was too busy getting mauled by the rest of the Nightmares; apparently they were aware of the fact that I was just a bit lame at this stuff and focused all of their attention on the one with actual skill. So yes, I did happen to take out all of my opponents, if only because there was one. My brow crumpled slightly at the thought, what if Pitch just thought I was some weak female, and not worth his time? Is that why he only sent one after me?

My opinion was shattered after I heard Jack give a small gasp of pain. One of the nightmares had managed to cut a gash into his arm, and blood was oozing out of it at a slow pace, most of it freezing as it escaped his skin. This wound seemed to make Jack snap, and he blasted the rest away with his frost. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the ridiculously small amount of work I did, considering he just took out twenty of them in one go. And I only had one to my name.

Honestly, it's probably a good thing that I only got rid of one, wouldn't want Pitch too mad at me. Oh, but… what if, by association, I'm on his hit list cause Frosty here won't leave me alone? I can't be blamed for him being an annoying brat! Uhg.

I frowned at the kid, only to see him looking down surprised at his arm. What, had the kid never bled before or something? Actually, he was looking pretty stunned at it, like he didn't know what to do with it. With a harrumph, because that's all you could really call what just came out of my mouth, I grabbed the kid by his other arm and started dragging him to a nearby tree.

If the kid was so shocked at being slashed at, he probably has no idea how to take care of a wound, and lucky me, I do. And as of this moment, I was responsible for his ass, if only slightly. "Come on ya pussy, let's get that fixed up before you feint." I growled, pulling him through the snow to the tree nearest to me.

I knocked on it, and received a fantastically hollow note in response. Perfect. I smoothed my hand over the trunk till I felt an indentation in the bark. I pressed my hand into the section and the trunk popped open revealing a small entrance inside.

These trees were my version of Santa's portals or Bunnymund's holes. They helped me get from point A to point B however fast as I wanted. And right now, point B was my workshop. It was attached to my house technically, but I kept all of my medical supplies there. It was the location in which I did the most damage to myself honestly, so it was best to keep it there out in the open then tucked away where I couldn't find it.

I yanked Jack in through the trunk and left him standing in the door way as I walked off to retrieve my kit. There wasn't much to my workshop, little bases of shoes and tools were lying about, I had a work bench I did most of my carving at, and a desk I did paperwork at. Okay, so I might not be allowed to make shoes often, but according to the little twits I take care of, paper work is a woman's job, and thus should be left to the women. Except I am LITERALLY the only female Leprechaun, so I did all of their paper work, plus my own.

I will say, I've gotten really good at it, even though I still hate ding it to this day. But besides all of this, it was just like any other hovel I've seen, nothing too cool or odd to look at, so it's not too odd that I hoped that after I fixed him up, Jack might just get bored and leave, because it's not like there was anything interesting here for him to-

"Hey, is that a picture of Pi-"

I dropped the medical kit I was holding and snapped over to where jack was standing, next to my desk and slapped down the picture he was looking at. "No it isn't" I quickly spoke. I refuse to admit that I have a picture of Pitch that Cupid gave to me as a joke forever ago. He put it in this ridiculous heart frame with a caption of "ILU" at the top. I will also not admit that I stare at the picture often when trying to come up with ways to make him notice me, or that I talked to when paperwork got to mundane.

Cause I don't. That would be silly.

"Are you sure?" the sly snowflake said with a cheeky grin. "Because that sure looked like a guy I know, who coincidentally goes by the name of Pitch Black." He stated, leaning a hip against the desk, still favoring his arm.

"Well, coincidentally, you saw wrong, it's most definitely not him."

"Then why are you so defensive over it? It's not like there's anything to hide."

"That's friggin right you twat, there's nothing to hide but the ridiculous frame it's in." I shot back; hoping he'd back off, but apparently my verbal defensive maneuvers only enticed the arsehole further, causing him to snatch the frame from my grasp and look at it with a grin.

Well crap, he's got the 'oh really' face on. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. I'm done. Here's one last try.

"Would you believe me if I said it was his long lost twin Bitch Plack, emphasis on the Bitch?"

…

Apparently not, if we are going by jack's facial expression, at least I tried. I was a bit frustrated at this point, I mean, what the hell! Here I am, going to help the brat, and what's he do, steal my property! Talk about showing appreciation.

"Whatever, look, it's none of your business, so leave it well enough alone." I mumbled as I snatched the frame back and put it back in place.

I really didn't want to have to explain myself to him. The less I had to do with Jack Frost, the better. He didn't seem to have the same opinion though, and followed after me as I went to retrieve the medical kit once more.

"Well, I think it became my business when the nightmares attacked us out there." He mentioned.

Shit. I didn't think about it that way. " That and this have no correlation; the Nightmares have never came near me before, much like their master. So no, it really is none of your business." I hissed out before motioning to his sweater. "Take it off so I can get a closer look."

He quirked his eyebrows at me, as if he was trying to be suave or something. Puh-lease, the kid has to be at least 200 years younger than I am, and ew, talk about hormonal stew pot, the kids been stuck as an angsty teen for over three hundred years, there is nothing attractive about that.

"Take it off before I rip it off, your choice powder puff." I spoke with a flat tone.

The desired reaction was achieved this time, and he removed the sweater, showing a white t-shirt underneath. Lucky for him, the shirt was higher up his arm, and thus didn't get stained with the blood. I rolled up the sleeve and started cleaning off the wound methodically.

Jack looked down at me as I got to work on it. I wasn't sure if he was surprised at how gentle I was being, or that I could actually do something useful. I got used to fixing both myself and others up, as the boss; I had to fix up most of the major wounds that the Leprechauns got, so I was always up to snuff on my medical skills.

"So," He started awkwardly, "I take it you've done this before?" he asked as I stopped cleaning it, beginning to wrap it in bandages. Was that supposed to be a pick up line? Cause it sucked.

"Yeah, you could say that." I murmured.

"So," why does this kid begin every sentence with so, I get that this is an awkward situation, but really, be original for once! "What was with the picture?"

I gave a sigh; of course he was going to ask about it. "Alright, look, it's a gag gift Cupid gave to me because he's an asshole like that, so there." Hopefully that would cull his curiosity till I could kick him out and never have to deal with him again.

"Wait, why would cupid give you a picture of Pitch though? Did something happen between the two of you?" I flinched at the last part. It was hitting too close to home for my liking. The little snowflake just couldn't keep his mouth shut could he?

I tied the end of the bandage up before throwing his sweater at his face. He scrambled with it as I put the medical supplies away once more. With that done, I once again grabbed his arm, pulling him to the door before opening it and tossing him out.

"Look, it's none of your business, like I keep telling you. So just leave me and mine alone and I won't have to puree your head the next time we meet." I threatened emptily. There was absolutely no way I would be able to take Jack out in a fight, my own clumsiness would take care of that.

"But, wait-"

"Good bye Jack, I don't want to see you later." I cut him off, slamming the door in his face and locking it. I'd like to see him try and bother me now!

I turned around to go back to my desk before I noticed an item out of place, causing me to curse. It was his staff. I tossed him out before he could grab it.

Shit.

A/N: Well, what do you think? All chapters from now on will be roughly this length or so, unless it's a weird chapter of sorts... But anyways, here's some cool information for you!

1. The Island of Newfoundland found in Canada has some really cool lore when it comes to Saint Patrick's day, one of them being 'Sheilas Brush'. You should look it up! I might be pulling from some more Newfoundland Lore later on, but I will be mostly sticking with the general Celtic Lore for Leprechauns.

2. Both Jack and Lyra seem a bit... well... Douchey right now, and with reason! Jack isn't all fluff and sunshine guys, no matter what the fangirls say, re-watch the movie and see. Lyra isn't a bundle of fun either. But don't worry! As far as character development goes, they'll be smartening up sometime soon. I just wanted to make the 'relationship' between the two of them more realistic. And no, I do not mean ROMANTIC RELATIONS AHOY, it's a PITCH romance for a reason. Just, stick with me, and you will see.

Anyways, please tell me what you thought of this chapter, I adored hearing from everyone, and it really brightened up my day to see how many of you were interested in this~!