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"My name is Jack Frost."

"Jack…..Frost?" He didn't think it was possible but the large man's eyes got even BIGGER as he said Jack's name. "FROST! Such a perfect name fit for a face such as yours!" He stood up straight and let out a rolling laugh that rumbled through Jack. "I am the Mr. North that you have been searching for. Come my friend, we go to my office. There is much to discuss! Grand things!"

ITS A TRAP. "Um actually no, not really. See I just hand this to you and you sign this - woah!" Jack felt North's steel grip wrap around his shoulders as he was bodily steered off the set and towards the double door exit. As the large man railed on about his fantastic looks and his future Jack managed to catch Baby's eyes and shot her a panicked look. WHAT SHOULD HE DO? She merely smiled at him and gave a half-hearted shrug before turning to help her sister get the set back under control. As the double doors closed Jack caught a last glimpse of the shirtless Aster, whose face was a mixture of both annoyance and boredom as he watched them leave.

Jack swallowed, his throat feeling dry and closed up with nervousness. He may not have a clue about what was going on except that it had something to do with his looks, but he was pretty damn sure he wasn't leaving the building of GYG any time soon. Trapped in the very solid grip of North he numbly allowed himself to be led back to the lobby where Bubblechops continued to update her Facebook, up a flight of glass stairs and into a large office with a view of the city and courtyard below. Jack stared wistfully out the window at his bike locked up below; his only means of escape. "PHIL!" He jumped at the sudden roar of the voice beside him; this North guy was louder than a freaking foghorn!

Immediately another man entered the room bearing a wooden tray holding two mugs filled with what smelled like hot cocoa. He was about the same bulky size as North and had a mustache that looked as though it were eating his face. Must make every walrus he meets very jealous Jack thought to himself, amazed at the fact that his brain was still able to make jokes at a time like this. North strolled over to the large wooden desk on the far side of the room where he placed the delivery inside a drawer. As he drew closer Jack could see the intricate details carved and inlaid into the woodwork. It was a pretty impressive piece of furniture he had to admit; it actually looked handmade. Phil placed the tray upon the desk as North slammed the drawer shut with a wooden thud. "Phil! Bring me copy of modeling contract! And also, new idea for set tomorrow! Get me meeting with Props people! Also new locations outside of GYG with ice for skating. Find them!" With a muffled huff of botheration from beneath the mustache Phil disappeared into the adjoining room once more.

Modeling contract? A suspicious sense of foreboding began to set off the alarm bells in Jack's head; his "I'm going to get screwed" senses were tingling. Time to ESCAPEY. He looked around the office as if to admire it, slowly backing towards the door. "Oh hey looky there, nice office ya got. Love the desk, very - woodish. Listen this was nice, but I gotta go. Forget signing the receipt, just call it in. Have a nice day." With that he turned to leave but was stopped short by North's heavy hand on his shoulder. "NONSENSE! STAY!" Jack found himself shoved into an armchair in front of the desk. "You seem a little nervous my friend."

A LITTLE nervous, only a LITTLE? That was it, Jack snapped. "Okay Jolly Giant of Fashion, listen. Not that this hasn't been totally CREEPY what with you getting in my face, calling me pretty and then KIDNAPPING me to your office for hot freaking cocoa, but WHY AM I HERE?" He stood up glaring at the larger man who was sitting behind his desk now chuckling at Jack. Chuckling? Who frakking chuckles when someone is yelling at them? And then pulls out a plate of... cookies?

"Why are you here? I shall tell you why you are here, Jack Frost." Jack quirked an eyebrow at the huge madman, waiting for his answer. North stood up behind the desk, his cheeks practically glowing with excitement. "We are here to discuss YOU. You and your fantastic, wonderful FUTURE!" With a mighty clap he brought his large hands together, rubbing them with excitement.

"What about my future?" Jack asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Your future, Jack Frost, as a Guardian of GYG!" North exclaimed, throwing his mammoth arms wide in a grand gesture. Somewhere in the universe Jack could have sworn he could practically hear someone playing a loud trumpet to accompany this eminent proclamation. He stared in disbelief and shock at North, who still had his arms up and a huge grin plastered on his face. This guy was absolutely BONKERS to the extreme. This was ridiculous.

"W-What?" Jack managed to choke out. Sweet Mother Tacito this HAD to be a joke. He started to laugh, clutching the arms of the chair for support. "Oh I get it, this is because of the whole thing on the set, right?" As he continued to laugh North lowered his arms but continued to smile knowingly at the teen. eventually Jack realized he was alone in his amusement and his laughter began to falter. "Y-you aren't laughing. Why aren't you laughing. This is funny. Wait. STOP. You AREN'T kidding?" Still smiling North slowly shook his head at the stunned Jack. "What? WHY?"

"Because YOU my friend, are perfect for GYG! You hold within you MUCH promise. MUCH potential! I know this. I can FEEL it! In my belly!" To add emphasis to his point North patted his stomach with a knowing wink, his eyes twinkling with - who knows what. Sugar. Madness.

Jack opened his mouth once to speak, and then shut it with a click of his teeth. Frowned at the ground a bit, and then looked back up at North. "Okay big guy, here goes. FIRST off, your digestive system is NOT who you should take advice from. I strongly recommend Pepto Bismol or something. SECONDLY, you do not want me, trust me on this. I am NOT Guardian material."

North crossed his heavily tattooed arms and rose an eyebrow skeptically at Jack. "And why is that you say?"

"Well for one thing I HAVE a job: bike courier, thank you very much. Also, I've SEEN this place and it's like. I- It's all work and deadlines and bribing people to buy magazines by making them drool over pictures of hot semi-naked guys. That is NOT me." He rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his white hair. "I'm happy and clumsy and - FUN TIMES. This place? NOT fun. So stop the music, because my answer is no. Just - just NO. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving." he spun around to storm out and make a dramatic exit to end his point. Instead he ran into the very obstructive wall that was Phil blocking his way. He huffed in frustration, "Will you move your mustached yeti, please?"

"Ah, is too bad, about your job as the... bike person. How you will probably be losing it."

Jack whipped around to stare icily in confusion at the broad man, who had seated himself behind his desk and was smiling cordially at Jack. "What are you talking about? I'm not going to lose my job."

"Oh? I would not be so sure of that." North replied. He casually leaned back in his chair and pulled out a cell phone from the inner pockets of his large red jacket. "You see my friend, all it takes is ONE little phone call. And then POOF! You are fired."

"F-Fired?!" Jack sputtered in panic. The 'getting screwed' alarm was REALLY going off now. "Phone call?"

"Da! There is SO much for me to complain about! For instance, I could tell how you, such a CLUMSY bike courier BLUNDERED onto my set in the middle of IMPORTANT photo shoot. Costing me time and money. Not to mention, distracting and annoying my staff and models. Very unprofessional, tsk tsk." North said smoothly, running his thumb lightly over the number pad on the phone. His eyes no longer twinkled merrily, but instead gleamed threateningly. For the first time since entering the office Jack noticed a large pair of cutlasses hanging, in a crossed fashion, upon the wall behind North. Holy Mother- the jolly man was actually a freaking pirate.

Jack collapsed back into the armchair and cradled his head in his hands, trying to regain control of his breathing. This - this was really... "I cannot believe this is legitimately happening. Are you SERIOUSLY skip-de-dooing down the dark path of BLACKMAIL just to get me to work here?" He asked, looking back up in stunned amazement.

"Eh, not so much the skipping, more like pleasant stroll for me." North responded loftily.

Jack let out a weak chuckle at the quip and took in a deep breath. He NEEDED this job, sure it was just a crappy part time nuisance, but it paid the bills. If he lost it then he wouldn't be able to pay the rent OR go to college anymore. He'd be uneducated AND homeless. Brilliant. He would never get to live his dream or enjoy the luxury of waffles. "But… Why?"

With a warm smile North rose from his seat and came to crouch before the teen so that they were both at eye level. "When you first described this place you said it was… all work, no play, no fun, da? Well perhaps you speak true Jack, and perhaps YOU can fix this." Jack opened his mouth in protest but North silenced him with a hand. "These eyes of mine are special; they see the wonder and potential in EVERYTHING! Within you Jack, I see not only perfect model, but Joy and Fun as well. It is like… your center." He pressed a finger into Jack's chest, above his heart. "What you are. And you will bring it here to GYG and spread it! You will be, a Guardian." He gave Jack a fatherly pat on the shoulder and held out a hand to Phil who passed him the modeling contract.

Accepting it North placed the papers gingerly on Jack's lap with a wink, "Also there is the matter of pay. Enough I am sure for you to appreciate.'

Jack lifted his head to blink at the older man until the comprehension dawned on his face. He looked down at the contract and spotted a number. It had some lovely zeros attached.

THIS Jack grudgingly admitted, was pretty convincing.

"So what do ya think they're gabbin' about up there?"

Sandy, the ever silent make-up artist, could only shrug in response to Aster's question. How should he know?

He proceeded to thoroughly wipe any traces of make-up off of Aster's face as the model grumbled in discomfort. Ruddy make-up was one of the worst parts about this job. Once Sandy had decided that Aster's face was suitably cleansed of the gunk he passed the Australian a coffee. "Cheers mate." Together they sat back and relaxed in silence, enjoying the moment of respite from the busy activity happening around them. With an appreciative swig of his coffee Aster looked about him at the hustle and bustle of the set. It had been a pretty long while since Jack had stumbled onto the set and been towed off by an enthusiastic North. He chuckled bitterly into his coffee, waking Sandy from the doze that he had been settling into. Aster HAD thought the set would be quieter in North's absence; no booming voice shouting sporadic comments or ideas that had his personal assistant reaching for headache medication. The place was absolutely buzzing with what had happened though; Jack's appearance, North's reaction, and the possible future. Silly rumors maybe, but then again, maybe not, and Aster liked to be certain. He checked his phone for the time, "It's been half an hour now, ya'd think North would be back by now, eh?"

"Well isn't it obvious?!" Aster jumped at Baby's abrupt appearance at his shoulder. She failed to notice and continued to clap and squeal in excitement. "Jack's going to join GYG! Everyone is talking about it. He's going to be a Guardian!"

Aster gave a derisive snort, "You've been listenin' ta too much gossip there, Baby. Didja see that clumsy loon? North may be crazy, but not THAT crazy."

"NOT TRUE!" She exclaimed, thrusting a finger into the air. "Well – the part about Jack, not the crazy North thing. Actually… he MIGHT be. Yeah, I'd probably be a quarter he's slightly insane."

"Baby."

"Right!" She perked back up and then shot him with a frown. "Shut up Aster! Don't even TRY to be a blockhead, you saw Jack. You KNOW he could look the part perfectly; he's attractive, heck he's HOT even, and my sister won't stop going on about how his teeth SHINED at her. Heh, he even made YOU laugh, remember Aster? How long has that been?"

Aster rubbed the back of his head restlessly, it was true. It had been awhile since he'd found something legitimately funny to laugh about. Odd, that it turned out to be the dazed thoughts of a concussed teen. He shook his head, "Yeah, he was a bit funny, but that's because he's a clown, Baby. He probably doesn't know what responsibility IS, he wouldn't last very long at GYG. It's not all 'smile at the shiny camera and look pretty', you know that. There's actual WORK. The point is Baby; Jack may look the part of a Guardian model, but c'mon. What would he know about modeling?"

Baby pouted at his words but had nothing to say in response. He heaved a sigh, "Sorry, but it's true. And it isn't like we actually KNOW that Jack is bein' offered a job as a Guardian model."

Technically he hadn't finished the sentence before the great and colorful Tooth descended upon them, madly waving her phone in the air. She swooped Baby into a great hug and then turned eagerly towards Aster and Sandy, who had officially realized sleep was not going to happen right now.

"Guess WHAT. Don't! Because I'm going to tell you! North just rang me to tell me that he JUST offered Jack a position as a Guardian here at GYG!" She squealed out, jumping up and down with Baby squirming in her arms.

"WHAT?"

"And he ACCEPTED!"

Up in his office North slid open the drawer in which he had placed the delivered canister. Time to see what he had received from his old friend. He took a large gulp of hot cocoa, a bite of a cookie and then dumped the contents of the canister upon the desk's surface. The canister's innards consisted of a large stack of handwritten letters stained with tea and travel, and large beautiful photos of various places around the world. Each picture, North knew, had been taken from the high vantage point of an air balloon in which his friend was traveling across the globe in. He really should send a Thank You note North thought, as he perused through the photos; stopping to admire a gorgeous shot of the Northern Lights. He smiled contentedly to himself as he sipped his cocoa realizing that if his old mentor Manny had never had this sent then the fantastic discovery of Jack would not have been made today.

So it was all thanks to Manny that Jack Frost had been chosen as the newest Guardian of GYG.