Um hello...oh dear where do I begin. I'm so sorry? I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I'm not even going to try and explain because that could take up 20 pages. And you guys don't want to listen to my excuses you just want to read the story. Well letting you all know I now have a plan. Basically I started this story without one but now I have one so hopefully it goes better this time. SO SORRY!

LET IT BEGIN

"This is bad mate," Bunny muttered to North in dismay, ears flat against his head.

"I know."

"Hey guys! I got here as fast as I could…Oh no!" Tooth gasped, stopping mid flight, Sandy at her side.

This was a serious emergence. What were they going to do? Sure it has been worse than this, damage wise, but to control a situation like this was near to impossible. North hung his head and sank into his armchair, hands over his face. Frowning Tooth placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure it's going to be okay, North. I don't know how, but we can fix this."

"Yeah mate, we'll all do our best. Promise ya."

Sandy patted the older man's knee giving him the thumbs up. It was a disaster…the elves had eaten all the lollies, cookies and chocolate North had kept locked up in his secret (secret from Tooth that is) fridge. Now the workshop had been become a paintball zone, colours and wet paint and Christmas lights. And let's not even mention the tinsel attack.

"Where's Jack?" North asked standing in rising frustration.

Sandy made a question mark.

"He was meant to watch elves. Where is he?"

"I don't know," Tooth said.

"That slacker! I bet he forgot or just doesn't want to so he ran off to have fun and cause trouble. You know I bet he's…covered in blood!" Bunny yelled the last part catching sight of the Winter boy emerging from the shadows, leaning against Trick, one of the Halloween Twins.

Jack's pant leg was saturated in blood. The bandage was holding it back a little. He wasn't in the worst shape though. The unconscious Pitch, who was being dragged on a makeshift stretcher by Treat had rich red liquid spilling out his arm uncontrollably.

"What the hell happened? Frostbite are you okay?"

"Oh my god, Jack," Tooth cried inspecting his leg.

"Don't worry about me, take care of Pitch. He's bleeding too much. North please help him."

The slight hesitation from the Guardians to act was Jack's cure to drop the temperature to below ten degrees Celsius as a warning, do what he says or else. He got the reaction he wanted. The Guardians jumped into action, Sandy taking Pitch to the infirmary followed by three yetis (one had a green patch of paint on his back.) Jack took North's seat while Bunny re-bandaged his wound. Although the twins didn't do that bad a job it wasn't perfect. Not for Bunny's taste.

"Jack what happened?" Tooth whispered from shock.

"We were attacked. Pitch and I were just hanging out in a national park and then I was struck by Cupid's arrow."

"Cupid?" North said.

"Yeah. Hate to break this to you Guardians," Trick said leaning against the wall with his sister, "but there's a war going on."

"A war!" Bunny yelled.

Jack cried out in pain.

"Sorry mate," he had tightened the bandage too much when he had heard that.

A war…

"Yeah. All the accepted spirits verse well, us." Treat sighed.

"Oh my god…" Tooth said, slumping against the armchair, "what are we going to do?"

"Yeah Jack, what are we going to do?" Treat slightly smirked.

Jack hung his head. Why was it up to him? He didn't want it to be. He didn't want a war. He was the troublesome spirit not a leader. That was North or Bunny or Sandy or Tooth. Not Jack Frost. Those words, leader and Jack Frost, do not go together. Jack stood up; resisting Bunny's paw trying to push him back down and flew off down the hallway. He sat in the highest rafter he could find in his room and stared out the window. He wasn't going to get into a war. He wasn't going to kill or push anyone around. He was going to be the one to make the hard calls or sacrifice people. After all, this war was only happening because of him.

"Jack?" Bunny's voice yelled from bellow him.

Jack just tucked himself into a smaller ball trying not to be seen. Unfortunately, Bunny's ridiculous ears caught the sound of the movement and spotted Jack instantly.

"Whatcha doing up there Frostbite? Come down."

Jack didn't say anything.

"Listen mate. If this is a war then we're going to try and stop it, but we're gonna need you. You're kinda a bridge or something."

"I'm only a bridge because I've been labelled a Guardian. That's it. It's just a title. I'm only tolerated." Jack muttered.

"That ain't true."

Jack just glared at the rabbit. He knew it. Everyone knew. It was why there was a war going on in the first place, because he had tricked himself into thinking that he was more than the title of Guardian to everyone. Jack wasn't going to sit in the clouds anymore, it was time for him to plummet back to earth and it was now that he had hit the ground. It hurt, a lot. There was suddenly a scream from the Globe Room. Bunny was bounding the way he came without a second thought. Jack though hesitated. This person was probably hurt because of the war. Could he really face them? The scream was joined by a female's moans of pain then another. Over the course of the next two hours the Globe Room had transformed from the joyous and jolly place it had been, full of toys and lights, to a pool of blood, bandages, stress and fear. Pitch would be happy at least, Jack thought morbidly still sitting in the rafters of his room. Names were tossed around in the air, calls for water and fresh bandages and the endless screams of pain.

Jack had seen many wars. Many. He couldn't help anyone during those times. He could only make them die a little faster by his frostbitten touch. He had been so scared, because he had been so helpless, so insignificant and small and terrified. At least the others could give the children something like hope, memories, good but rare dreams at night and wonder at the small happy things in their dark hours. Jack could only kill. He didn't want to be apart of that anymore. Too much. It was all just too much.

"Oi Jack!" Bunny was back and bellowing at him again.

"How many?" Jack whispered

"What?"

"Never mind," he said turning away.

"Listen mate Tooth and North have gone out to try and stop this. Sandy and I are helping the wounded, but we could really use your help."

Jack stared wide eyed with fear at Bunny. Tooth and North were going to war?

"Now Frostbite," Jack winced, "they aint gonna be fighting just negotiating. Tooth is good with all her logic and order and North well who can argue with the guy. Seriously though Jack, get off your lazy butt and help out. You don't have to do anything other than make people feel better. It's about them right?"

Jack sighed and floated down to the rabbit. More like who can argue with him?

"Okay."

"Good. Now let's get going. By the way how's that leg of yours?"

"It's fine. Not too deep. Just hurts a bit when I walk but thankfully I don't do a lot of that."

Bunny nodded and ushered Jack into the Globe Room. Jack felt scorching bile rise in his throat. Blood soaked into the carpet, so much so it made squelching sounds under Bunny's feet. If it wasn't on the carpet it was seeping into the cracks of the wooden floorboards. Uncomfortable and itchy camp beds lay in neat rows all about the room. The smell though was putrid. It smelt of fear, pain, blood and flesh. Mixed in with disinfectant Jack could feel it on his tongue. Spirits, helpers to spirits wounded and bruised filled the room with a woeful melody of moans. Jack's mouth hung open, eyes burning as he shook, clutching his staff like a lifeline in the face of so much suffering.

Bunny reached towards the boy, but before his paw could grab the large hoodie its own threw himself into the terror heading towards the nearest injured sprite he could find. Jack wasn't going to be helpless now. These people could see him, touch him, he would help them. The first sprite was an autumn girl; a burn on the side of face was beginning to pucker into a scar, raw and painful. He grabbed the girl's hand and gave her his crooked grin.

"Hey. I'm Jack Frost. What's your name?"

"Nora." A low and long groan resonated from her.

She closed her eyes and dung her nails into Jack's cold flesh.

"Here, I'm not much of a doctor but this should help a little," He placed a small compact bit of ice on Nora's cheek. A small sign had her body relaxing a bit.

Jack smiled again and sent her a small snowflake which calmed her further. Then he was off to the next injured immortal, a helper to Halloween. He was a smaller addition of the Pumpkin King, a rag doll like body (hard to break or hurt) and a pumpkin head. This guy's arm was broken in three places. Jack did his best, but ice wasn't going to help him so instead he gave another fun snowflake. After that Jack dashed around sending out his 'happy cure' of snowflakes as he called it to everyone and then would double back to the beginning to do it again. He didn't stop there though. He brought water, bandages, splints, cloth, anything that Bunny, Sandy and the Halloween Twins needed. It was going to be a long day and night to come.

An arrow whistled past North's ear and a Russian word that implied its meaning without translation blurted from the man's mouth. Tooth had a smaller spirit in a headlock and was refusing to let go, otherwise it would try to mangle her wings again.

"Everyone please just stop for one moment!" Tooth yelled, voice hitching in despair.

Spirits, helpers and animals lay about them. None dead but all injured. Those left were destroying the forest around them and each other. North had been forced to draw his swords. It was inevitable. They had both forces to fight off. The Groundhog (Mother Nature's side) thought the Guardians were traitors while Halloweens 'troops' thought they were still with Mother Nature.

"Toothy," North yelled over the sound of a hundred clashing weapons and screams, "they will not listen."

"I have an idea."

"Now is definitely time for ideas," North said ducking under a flying punch from one of the Groundhogs followers.

"You talk to the Groundhog and I will try to reason with Halloween."

"I see. One of them must listen and if not we make them listen. Good plan Tooth."

"No I don't mean…of never mind." Tooth sighed, running off.

North bellowed out a laugh, an odd sound in the heat of battle to anyone that wasn't a Guardian and ran off, tossing spirits over his shoulder and out the way, smiling in a fierce determination. Every time though they moved a few steps forward they were pushed back at least a dozen more. North hammered through, making more progress than Tooth who couldn't fly for fear of being hit by an arrow or magic blast from behind. They had to resolve this madness. Without violence. Unless it was necessary North thought. He made a smug Jack like grin and instead swung the butt of his sword into anyone blocking his path. Only a little violent. Calling out for them to stop the fighting, to look around them at the injured, he pushed towards the Groundhog. The stocky beast stood on the high ground at the back of his troops, shooting blasts of power into the sky. His blazing eyes fell onto the Guardian of wonder.

"North! Get out of the way you traitor."

"Groundhog please. You must stop. They are spirits like us. We are friends not enemies. Open eyes and stop hurting innocents."

"Innocents? They're not innocent North. Look at what they have done to my troops."

"But – "

"I knew it. The Guardians are on their side. Those demons need to put into their place and that obviously includes you. Get on the right side North. You're a Guardian. Not a misfit like them."

"They are not misfits just - "

"Enough!"

A shot of magic smashed into North's sword, sending it flying into the abyss of the battle. Suddenly a scream, one that was recognisable amongst the chaos, had North snapping around to find Tooth sprawled on the ground.

"Toothy!"

Halloween, fire slithering out of the corners of his pumpkin eyes stomped on the fairy's wing. Once again North was throwing himself into battle, picking up his sword all thoughts of negotiations gone.

Bunny had fallen asleep briefly, too exhausted to keep working. There was just too much to do. It was like leaving Easter preparations to the last minute. He hadn't fallen asleep willingly though, Sandy (aided by Jack) had been the culprit for the rabbit's unwanted rest.

The Twins had gone an hour ago once hearing from one of the wounded that their dad was leading the 'misfit' troops. It had therefore been two hours since Jack had started helping. Two hours since Tooth and North had left. Jack was kneeling beside a Spring spirit, holding a damp cloth to a nasty slice in her left arm. Behind the pair Bunny grumbled out of his sleep on the couch.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Only half an hour."

"Good. Let's get back to work. Have North or Tooth returned yet?"

Jack shook his head. He didn't need to turn around to know that Bunny was troubled. A paw rested on his shoulder. It was Bunny's attempt to look like he was comforting Jack when really the rabbit was the one needing to be comforted. Sandy was administering his dream sand to a particularly stubborn Groundhog helper.

They had had to separate the wounded into Mother Nature's esteemed spirits and the misfit spirits. A fight had broken out between the Groundhog helper Sandy was nursing and two bed bugs. Soon everyone was yelling and attempting to swing fists. It hadn't been good. Knocking them out with dream sand seemed like the best option except this Groundhog helper kept dodging until Sandy had pinned him to the ground and now by the looks of it had made him fall asleep.

"Good job Sandy. Take a break." Jack said.

The Sandman nodded once and took Bunny's place on the couch falling asleep instantly. Jack chuckled at the way Sandy could fall asleep anywhere and at the speed of a finger's snap. A portal opened in the corner of the Globe Room. Another round of wounded. However this time it was only three that came through.

"No!" Jack cried rushing over to his friends.

Tooth was whimpering as she hobbled into the room, her right wing bent into an impossible shape. Tears soaked her cheeks and she looked ready to pass out. Her violet eyes usually comforting and caring were filled with panic and a wild terror. North was unconscious being carried in by Trick. The Halloween twin had half his face covered in blood.

"Bloody hell what happened?" Bunny yelled taking North onto a spare bed.

"Halloween he was so quick. I didn't even notice until he was standing over me." Tooth sobbed.

Sandy was awake again and apply a small portion of dream sand onto Tooth to ease her. Jack led the distressed fairy to the couch for Bunny to fix up her wing.

"Geez Tooth it's damaged real bad. I honestly don't know how to fix a wing." Bunny said staring at the colourful mess. His face was forced to form a smile when he saw how shocked Tooth was after hearing that, "but I'm going to try. I'm sure I can do it. Right Jack?"

Jack only gave a small empty nod. Bunny sighed and glanced over at Trick.

"How bad are you?"

"Nah I'm good. A small cut but heads tend to bleed so much."

Jack got a cloth and handed it to the twin.

"What happened?" Bunny asked again.

"North tried to save Tooth. Took a blast of fire to the belly and fell. Gave Tooth enough time to escape, I guess. That's what you told me right Tooth? Anyway, then the half-baked-brained Groundhog clobbered North over the head with this huge tree stump. Knocked the man out cold. That's the part I saw. It's bad out there man. Really bad…"

Trick glanced at the floor, taking in a deep and shaky breath.

"It's bad out there man. Really bad…"

The snow whipped around the old man. Tossing his golden beard around. Father Time smiled, his teeth so crooked Tooth would have had a heart attack. Down below in the snow and in the air wisp like spirits, their forms indistinguishable other than they could be compared to a flame. They floated in anticipation. Their eyes, if one was to look into them would have no end, no colour but no darkness. They were timeless eyes that stretched on into oblivion.

"Attack." Father Time said, his voice placid but with a menacing tune underneath.

The Timeless (the spirits official title, crafted by Father Time himself) began to descend upon the Workshop.

Woo! Okay who's ready to see Jack Frost fighting up next? And what is Father Time up to? It's all good because I now know what is up to because I have made myself a plan ;D Thank you all for sticking with me! Did the spacing out each line thing work? I'm trying it out hope it's easier to read. Stay tuned