Hello again! Last chapter was supposed to be this chapter, but it didn't seem right.

Any who, I'm sorry if they seem out of character at some parts throughout this story.

I sadly don't own ROTG.

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It was the day before Christmas Eve, and it was pretty hectic everywhere Jack went. The North Pole was working overtime's overtime to prepare the last few things before Christmas. Sandy was focusing twice as hard to try to make everyone less stressed over the holidays. Tooth was finding all those kids who lost teeth in Christmas and winter mishaps. Heck, even Jamie and Sophie were preparing to spend the night at their grandparent's house.

"Sorry, Jack," Jamie had said when he'd come to see if the Bennett's would wanna have a snow ball fight, "Things are pretty crazy right now. But I promise, when we come back on Christmas day, we'll have the biggest snow ball fight ever!"

Jack had made the boy pinky promise before flying to the next town over to make it snow.

In all honesty, Jack wasn't that found of Christmas. For the past three hundred years, he'd been spending it alone. He'd had to learn what it was about, had to learn that he wasn't getting any presents, had to learn that he wasn't going to be spending it with anyone, and had to learn that he was all alone.

And now it seemed that, even if he did now have a make shift family, he was going to be spending it alone. But really, what was one more Christmas alone?

He'd been doing it for three hundred years, what was one more?

It wouldn't matter in the long run.

But Jack remembered someone else who had been alone all these Christmas' too. True, she hadn't been alone for as long as Jack, and she hadn't had to spend it here. She had been alone as well.

The thought brought a sad smile to Jacks face as he remembered where she was exactly. He had already been to visit her once this winter. But this time it was Christmas, he should bring her a gift.

Jack jumped across the store canopies on his way to the flower shop, leaving a light dusting of frost across the fabrics.

When he reached the store, he dared not touch the flowers in the display. Instead he stayed outside, looking in through the window to see the flower he was looking for. Tulips had always been her favorite. He found a light purple one in the bouquet.

Reaching forward, he frosted over the window, and then traced the outline of the flower. He put his hands out in front of him, concentrating on the flower. He willed it to inanimate itself from the frost. Within moments, there was a duplicate of the flower in the shop, except this one was made of frost.

Jack tapped his staff against the flower, turning it into solid ice. If he was lucky, It would stay frozen all winter, and then in spring he could give her a real one.

He held the flower carefully in his hand, cradling it as he called for the wind. It flew him to where he knew she would be.

He flew over the iron gates and over towards her spot, he touched down lightly on the ground. The spot was soon swiftly covered in a fresh and beautiful blanket of pure white snow.

"Hey," Jack greeted, sitting down with his legs crossed. "It's been awhile,"

He paused, sucking in a shaky breath. He held the tulip in this hand, twirling it as he inspected it.

"Sorry I didn't say much last time, I sort of just showed up and then left all at once. Kind of a jerk move, huh? But I guess I just wasn't ready to see you, ya know? After all that time without you, and then wham! There you are, it was all just a bit much for me. I couldn't take it. But right now it's Christmas, or the day before I guess. I didn't wanna spend it alone again.

"Ya know, for the longest time, I couldn't remember what Christmas was. Had no idea. Had to learn. I also learned that I was all alone. I also didn't know what any of the other holidays were either. Not Easter or Halloween or New Years. But I learned. And I learned how to deal with being alone. But you know what? I thought this year would be different.

"I have a family know, well sort of, we're kind of just squished together. But we really are just like a family. Toothiana's the mom, North's the dad, Bunny's the big brother, I'm the little brother, and Sandy, well, Sandy's the oldest brother. But you don't know who they are, do you? Well, you do, but not the way I do.

"Well, Toothiana is the tooth fairy! She's amazing. She's kind and sweet one minute and as fierce as a tiger the next. She's an amazing flyer and controls hundreds of tiny fairy's which must be pretty hard. She's incredibly kind and daunts on me like you wouldn't believe! She's always there to lend a hand if she can. She's very protective and could beat anyone who stands in her way.

"North, his full name is Nicholas St. North, but we just call him North. He's Santa! He's not that old, jolly, fat guy we thought he was, oh no. He's actually a pretty bad ass Russian. He used to be a bandit, and not just and bandit, used to call him the king of thieves. He was that good. But then he learned magic and found that he could make incredible toys and could command yetis. It's yetis by the way, who make the toys, not elves.

"Then there's Sandy. He's pretty awesome. He's really nice and sweet. He's the sandman. He controls people's dreams. He's an amazing fighter and he's actually probably the strongest out of all of us, he just doesn't like to hurt people. He gets frustrated pretty easily though, since none of us can really understand him.

"That leaves Bunnymund, though I call him kangaroo. It really annoys him. He's a pretty big pain in my butt. But he's also very strong and gets straight to the point. He's honest and blunt. But he's also someone who will be there for you if you really need him. They all are, actually.

"And then there's me," Jack paused for a minute, whipping a sleeve across his eyes before continued on. "I'm still me I guess. I'm still recluse and do things on impulse without thinking them through. I still play tricks and I still get into trouble. I'm still laughing and playing games. I'm also now the shepherd of winter, which is new news for you. But I spent three hundred years being on my own, not having anyone to look out for me or tell me to be careful. And now I do.

"It's kinda scary. I don't know if I could somehow upset them and have them kick me out or something. But I don't think they will. I think, I think they genuinely want me. We have our ups and our downs, but hey, us two did too. I think that's what a family is. We have to be with each other through the thick and thin. But I'm still really guarded around them, and I get super defective sometimes. I lash out and act like a brat, but they still come after me. And I'd do the same for them.

"I think, I think I just wanted to be with someone this year. Since I have a family, I figured that we would all be together this year. But I guess that won't happen. After all, North is Santa, he's kinda got a job to do. It's just –I know I'm being selfish here- but I just want them all to stop what they're doing and let us all be together for Christmas.

"I'm just so tired of being alone. I don't think I can be on my own anymore, not after tasting what being in a family feels like."

Jack laughed at himself as tears streamed down his face, he must look like an idiot right now. "North said that I wasn't on the naughty list this year, that he was 'whipping clean de slate'. But you know what? The only thing I want is to be with someone this year."

He swung his staff in front of him creating a small ice vase. He delicately placed the frozen tulip in the vase. Then he sat there for a minute, just staring at the carved stone in front of him. He leaned forward and dusted the snow off of the worn letters.

"Thanks for listening, Lil' Sis," Jack said as he stood, rubbing a sleeve across his now puffy eyes, "Maybe, if I can't be with that family for Christmas, I'll come spend it with you,"

He smiled at the idea, grasping his staff in both hands he leaned against it, crossing him one leg behind the other. He gave the headstone a cocky grin that didn't look quite right with his puffy purple eyes, but it was the best he could manage. "Merry Christmas, Lil' Sis,"

And with that, he flew off to his lake.

He didn't sleep that night. In fact, in all his three hundred years, he rarely slept. The only time he really got tiered was during the changing of the seasons, when he was shooed off into another part of the world. And even when he slept then, it wasn't full sleeps, just little cat naps here and there.

But he had made himself a nice snow bank and laid down in it, letting the snow cover him in a soft, cool blanket. And then, he just lay there with his eyes closed until the sun began to peek through the trees surrounding his lake. Even then, he just lay there with his eyes closed, shifting every so often to get into a more comfortable position.

Or at least until the ground disappeared.

Suddenly Jack was falling. Had the ice cracked? No, he had been on the bank of the pond, there was earth under him. Erath didn't just disappear except for when, oh, so that was it. Bunny.

Jack landed with a whooph, on his butt, the snow that had been around him tumbling down on top of him as he opened his eyes. The world seemed to spin for a minute before he collected his bearings and realized he was in the warren.

"What was that for, Kangaroo?" Jack demanded, jumping onto his feet. He tried to make his tone angry, but the smile on his face betrayed him. Bunny had brought him here. Did Bunnymund want Jack with him? Don't get your hopes up, Jack told himself, you'll only be disappointed.

"Simple, do ya' know what day et is?" Bunny said turning towards the white haired teen.

"Um, Christmas?" Jack replied leaning against his staff. His guard was up now, he didn't want Bunny to know just how jostled up his insides were over this topic.

"Christmas Eve, Frostbite," Bunny answered, hopping closer, "Do ya' know what North is wanten' us ta do?"

"Um, No," Jack said, his grasp on the staff was growing tighter in his nervousness. His pail hands held it in a death grip. "But it is Christmas, so I guess he's pretty busy delivering toys and stuff,"

"Wrong,"

"What?" Jack said looking up at the rabbit with genuine surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Right now, he's fixen' up dat old sleigh o' his," Bunny stepped forward, rubbing a hand against his forehead. " an' he's waiten' fer' us',"

"I, I don't understand," Jack stuttered, stepping back. He eyed the Pooka. "Why would he be waiting for us?"

Bunnymund sighed. "Do ye' rememba' when ye' froze me coco?"

Jack nodded smiling fondly at the memory.

"Well, North was sayin' that he was wanten' this Christmas teh' be big. So tha' ankle biters 'ill believe in us,"

"And that has to do with me being dropped down a hole because…?"

"Jack, ye' were out ther' by yer' self. The others 're all busy an' I'm the only one who could find yeh right now," Bunnymund continued, "An' North thinks tha' if we all go an' deliver the toys with him, it'll restore some belief to dem' kids."

Jack stared at him in disbelief, not comprehending what was going on. His ears had heard what Bunny had said but his brain didn't seem to recognize it. Hello, wake up, Jack! He shook his head, his eyes searching the ground. A small smile played across his lips.

"So," Jack started, smiling at the ground with wide eyed wonder. "So, North wants us all to be together for Christmas? Like a family?"

"Tha's the idea," Bunny replied, giving the young spirit and odd look.

Jack was suddenly in the air, fist pumping and doing flips. He was shouting and hoping against the walls of the warren in joy. He was involuntarily making it snow large, fat, snowflakes which swiftly covered the entire warren.

"Oye! Frostbite, yer' freezen me flowers, not the mention me eggs!" Both of them He added silently. Bunnymund lifted his freshly snow covered arms, admiring the damage. It honestly hadn't really done anything, just sort of given everything a white back drop. Bunny doubted it had actually caused any real damage. But Jack didn't seem to think so.

He instantly dropped to the ground, his eyes widening as he glanced around the new winter warren.

"I'm sorry!" Jack started; blue eyes filling with tears as he realized what he'd done, though to him it seemed to be a lot worse. "I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I didn't think. I just, I'm sorry!"

Jacks watery eyes met Bunny's soft ones. The Pooka wrapped the frail boy in a hug then, shushing him.

"It's alright, Jack!" He said patting the boys back as he pulled out of the hug. "Ye' didn't really hurt any thin'!"

Jack stayed immobile, staring at the now snow covered grass. "Bunny, what if I mess this up, just like I did Easter?"

Bunnymund sighed; he had a feeling that might come into play.

"First off, tha' was Pitch's fault, not yers'. Second, it was also my fault fer' flippen' on ye' like I did. Third, It's Christmas, Jack, everyone wants eh' white Christmas. And Fourth, I'll be followen' ye' like a blood hound teh' make sure yeh' don't make a fool of yer' self without me," Bunny held the boys eyes for a moment.

"Promise?"

Bunnymund smiled, and then shuffled over to wrap an arm around Jacks shoulders, using the other to ruffle his hair. "What else es' a brotha' for?"

Jack laughed and playfully shoved Bunny side.

"Now le's get goin' the' others 're waiten,"

It had been one of the best Christmas' Jack had ever seen, and better yet been seen. Hundreds of children had seen him and the other guardians distribute presents. It had been perfect in his opinion.

Their last stop had been in Burgess of all places, and as they flew over the old grave yard, Jack sent a special snow flake out. Making sure that the wind helped it land carefully on top of the ice tulip.

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There may or may not be a continuation of this. I'm not entirely positive yet.

This is honestly the longest thing I have ever written. I've been working on it for an hour or more straight. Brains come up with wonderful things at two am.

I really liked this one and would like to continue it.

Also, I don't know what to call Jack's little sister. I don't want to call her Pippa because Jamie's friend is named Pippa and she's going to be in this story too, along with Cupcake and the others. So if anyone has any ideas on her name, feel free to let me know.

I don't know why, but I think I made Bunny sound Scottish in this.