That was the most that Jack got for an answer. Fable was swept up in conversation with North about possibly meeting a few of her secret believers. She had no objection to it, in fact she came well prepared, and she even had a map marking where some of them could be found. Tooth eyed the map, smiling. "Do they believe in you too Fable?"

The knowledge spirit paused, staring at the map, and then shook her head. "Not my place to be believed in. I'm the messenger, so to speak …. Now, here is where Mitchell lives, he's married to a woman called Marceline and they have a son named Aaron. I haven't seen him in a couple of years. But last I checked he's a believer, his son I am not sure about. His favorite story is the one about the blizzard of '68."

Bunny's ears lowered as he sent a glare at Jack, who was doing his best to keep from laughing. "He'll probably see you first Bunny. Though I can't be sure, I've never put them in front of a Guardian before."

Jack pouted. "Wait, why him!?"

Glancing up from the map, she gave Frost an unconcerned look. Fable pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "If memory serves me, Mitchell thought you were being mean for messing with Easter. Also you don't have boomerangs or a 'killer aussie accent.' So, to him Bunny is the one worth meeting, meaning he is the one worth believing in."

Jack groaned, glaring at the map "Completely unfair."

Giving Fable a wink, Bunny looked over the map "Can't beat a killer aussie accent Frosty."

Pulling her glasses down, Fable nodded. What she said next came out lilting at each word, similar to her voice upon first meeting Frost, yet somehow different. The sound came off as natural, as if the accent belonged. Jack had caught a hint of it before, but now it came out full throttle. "Aye, he's right Frosty, ya can't beat the accents."

Bunnymund chuckled. "Yet, ya hide yours, never got that."

With raised eyebrows she tapped her nose. "An ya never will Wallaby."

Again, the glasses were put back into their rightful place, her voice smoothed out and the lilting was no longer present. "Don't be upset Ice cube; you have fans, fan girls I might add."

Frost blanked. "Wait what?"

Fable shrugged, completely focused on the map as she spoke. "I may have taken some liberties when describing you, Manny forbid even with a beard and red eyes some of the older girls still found you attractive. So you've got a couple teenage girls who think Jack Frost is….Oh what's the phrase they used?"

Her eyes danced across the map, Jack leaned on his staff watching, mischievous smile in place. Fable snapped her fingers. "Ah, yes, it was sexy beast, that's what they called you!"

This earned her a smirk, Jack gestured to his face. "How could they resist this work of art?'

Fable didn't look up. "Who knows, they must have over active imaginations. Perhaps their parents slipped something into their meals to calm them down, and the side effect is finding annoying white haired brats attractive."

Raising a hand he replied. "Or you secretly find me amazingly charismatic and handsome, perhaps a love hate relationship?"

Bunnymund snorted derisively. "Oh rack off ya bloody show pony."

Gracing Bunny with a side smile, she blew stray curl from her vision. "Someone's been reading way too many adult romance novels… I believe I'll have proof if you ever use the word 'erotically' in a sentence."

Leaning forward over the table, Jack smirked. "Or perhaps someone is in denial?"

Fable pulled back, a single eyebrow outlining the upper frame of her glasses. "I'm sure Sandy can confirm this, but only in your dreams Jack Frost."

At the mention of his name Sandman put his hands up, displaying his desire to not be involved.

The others were watching the exchange, on edge ready to intercede if need be. They couldn't deny that the bickering was amusing. North was simply relieved that the pair weren't throwing each other around his workshop like that had been earlier.

Frost straightened, glancing over the map. The thing was ancient, the paper yellowed with time, it even bore a few scorch marks on it. Taking notice of the marks, Jack saw that they differed. Some were eggs, some teeth, many of them were classic Santa hats, fewer were vials of what appeared to be sand, and last but simply not least the five or so snowmen. After giving Jack one final look of warning, Fable jumped back into her explanations. "I found the best way to make believers is to focus my tales on one Guardian, one that they see eye to eye with specifically, one that they revered as a child."

Smiling, Jack looked them over, only to frown seeing that he had the fewest believers. Noticing the look on his face, Fable consoled him "Sorry, but with you just becoming a Guardian, and not being as widely known by children… Well, yeah sorry."

And she did look sorry, waving away the apology Jack focused on another question he had. "Why are they marked with snowmen?"

Stepping back, Fable shrugged. "It's what you get for bring a snowman to life."

Sighing he found himself taking in memories "Aww Frosty, one of my best creations."

Rolling her eyes, Fable muttered. "Try most annoying."

He glared at her, only to find her smiling absently down at the map. Leaning in yet again, she dragged a slender finger over the map, almost lovingly. Eyes slipping up to capture each and every Guardian she stated. "I give you this map as a symbol of my trust in you, and if you accept it, it means that you all have agreed have faith in me. I understand that my past is questionable."

At this, she glanced at Frost, and then proceeded. "But I'm hoping that in favor of protecting past and present children you'll accept this map as a gift from me to you, the Guardians of Childhood."

Author's Note: Here it comes, the moment in which all trust for the rest of the story is built upon! So, is there anything you, my readers would like to see from Fable, or any of the other characters. Do you yourself have an OC you'd want in here? Tell me, the worst I can do is say no...!

First off, yes erotically is a word. Upon discovering it in an adult romance novel at Barnes and Noble, I just had to know. I hate this word, seriously I can't stand it. I literally went on a 10 minute rant after my friends and I discovered the book, I started rewriting the line with better ways to describe a man using his tongue to play with the shell of a woman's ear without saying "He licked her ear erotically." If you are curious about why I was reading such a terrible genre of books, its a game I play with my friends. We go to the local B & N and read out loud from the books in the adult romance section in very over the top dramatic voices. What makes it even more enjoyable is that the geniuses who run that place put the section across from the Roleplaying and Larping section... Hours of cruel fun.

Also, first day of classes. I was running on 3 hours of sleep and a 20 oz coffee. I woke at 5am, got to work at 8am and got off at 11am for an hour long break before a Biology class, after that I went right back to work and didn't get off till 6:30pm. My body hurts and I think I started acting delusional at work. I swear I saw a pair of cold golden eyes watching me from outside the cafe window... Then there was a blur of blue and the eyes were suddenly gone ...

Anyway, ranting a silliness behind, review, favorite, and tell me what you all think, always love hearing from you guys, it really does make my day.