So, Long awaited apparently, and more than a little fun to write. Hope you all enjoy the little flashes into Jack's past... Even if they aren't actually flashbacks. I figured I'd let Jack have a go at actually explaining things for himself.
This is quite a short one, but hope you enjoy!

Tooth sighed as she watched the Phantom, in the film version of Phantom of the Opera, glide out and start to sing.
She loved this film... And it was always her go to film when she had a few hours break.
Jack, of course, chose this moment to poke his head around the door, and grinned, creeping up behind Tooth.
"The Phaaantom of the ooooperaaaaaaa..."
She jumped, and Jack ducked the half hearted swipe aimed at his head, before he yelped as she threw her hand across his mouth.
"Shh! I like this film."
Jack rolled his eyes, peeling her fingers away.
"Oh please, it's so inaccurate!"
"How would you know?"
Jack shrugged.
"Didn't North tell you? I was the Phantom of the Opera..."
Tooth blinked, and paused the film- a testament to her shock.
"You're joking right?"
In response, he swept into an old opera song-that legend has it was sang by the Phantom, and the haunting notes and melody had Tooth shivering.
"Wow... But how did that happen?"
Jack sighed.
"Okay, first, I got bored and had just fully started to enjoy singing. Second, I really did not like the look of this guy that was running an Opera show, and three... The romance aspect of it? Complete rubbish. I have to say though, the fact that I managed to drive old Miser,-ya know, the spirit of miser...ness and general 'find problems to complain about'ness?-Out of the place was helpful.
I mean, he used to do anything and everything to interrupt shows. Drop sand bags, weights, barrels, curtains... It got to the point where I decided to just tell him to leave."
"He left?"

Tooth was now intrigued, and Jack sighed as he jumped over the back of the sofa and settled back.
"Yep. Then I spent a few years 'haunting' the place with music, before I left. It was one of the most fun decades I've ever had. Oh, and I discovered a stash of money that Miser had been taking from the owners of the place, in return for not ruining their shows, and they had already left by the time I found it. No chance of returning it."
"You kept it?"
"Most of it. Enough for what I needed. There was a ridiculous amount by the standards in those times. Over the years, I anonymously gave it to families I saw in trouble or who had children and were in need of food. Also had a little run in with this guy called Scrooge about a century ago, on Christmas eve. I convinced him to stop being a money miser. It worked surprisingly well. Got a hand from another spirit I know, to help with the illusions, and he was a changed man by morning. Again though, the films and books completely changed how it actually happened."
"You mean... you were the inspiration behind A Christmas Carol? That's almost as popular as the legend of Santa Clause!"
Jack grinned, shrugging.
"Yup. But keep it quiet. Hardly anyone knows it's me, and I'd rather keep it that way."
Tooth looked confused as to why, but nodded.
"Sure thing. So, Phantom of the Opera? A Christmas Carol? Anything else?"
Jack thought for a few seconds, and settled back, making himself more comfortable.
"Well, the old guy whose attitude I changed? I visited him again before he died. I don't think he believed in me, but all the same, he had left a note on the side if the table. It said something along the lines of 'if the friendly spirit should find this, use the money in the safe to help those in need...' Sure enough, the money I found allowed me to help so may over the next couple of decades. After that though, everything kinda took a course for the better, and I held off a little. I recently used an online service to change the money values of the various stashes I had left, and turns out that they are actually worth quite a lot at today's value."

Tooth shook her head, amazed.
"You're telling me that you have spent the last three hundred odd years helping out everywhere possible, and there are spirits who still hate you?"
Jack shrugged.
"I never really let it be known that it was me. Only Charity, ya know the spirit of Charity and giving? And the few who have really known me over the years actually know. And now you."
"And you'll want me to keep it quiet?"
Jack nodded.
"Yeah... I dunno why. I just don't like the thought of change after all these years."
Tooth sighed, before nodding.
"Alright. But hang on, if you have the money, why never buy yourself new clothes?"
"Well, I can't really waltz into a department store, can I? I know that most spirits have believers to help them over the years, but I didn't. I had to get along without it. I mean, Shady helped sometimes. But most of the spirits never really wanted to go near me, and yeah. I wasn't going to be the one to force myself on them."
Tooth sighed, a far too familiar wash of guilt and sorrow filling her. Jack, however, seemed to realise this and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'm fine! Why bother dwelling on the past when I have so much in the present?"

Tooth had to smile at that. So many people thought they knew Jack Frost. Thought they knew him to be a cold loner, with nothing but a slight tendency to aggression and anger.
Even the guardians had only added fun, carefree, patient, helpful, friendly and mischievous to that image. But now Tooth new better.
She mentally added selfless, humble, charitable, optimistic, forgiving and gentle into the equation.
Jack, now slightly concerned with her silence, leaned over and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Hello? Ya still with me?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry Jack. Just thinking. Hey, seeing as you have now ruined one of my favourite movies, what do you say you pick another one?"
He grinned apologetically, and scanned the shelves that lined the walls.
Hmm... He flew over and started flicking through the titles.
"Interview with a Vampire? More like interview with a 'subconscious mind provided by a mischievous spirit'... The Rocky Horror Picture Show- Really Tooth?"
She shrugged.
"The humans and their vivid imaginations amuse me."
"Fair enough... Hmm, Wind in the Willows? Full of inaccuracy and political metaphors... Wizard of Oz? That was a fun weekend, let me tell you. More like fairy land images subconsciously filtered into Baum's head before he wrote the book. Me and Sandy had loads of fun with that one."
Tooth grinned as she listened to Jack going on about various films and the storied behind them. He was either involved, or knew about how they came about, and she eventually stopped him.
"Jack? How do you know so much about this?"
"Being invisible, and ignored by most spirits, has a lot of advantages. For example, I overhear things. For example, did you ever hear how Cupid accidentally shot Winston Churchill and his cat?"
"He had a cat?"
Jack shuddered.
"You don't wanna know... Trust me. I have a whole bank full of secrets and other titbits up here-" he tapped his head, and grinned. "And if certain people ever found out how much I knew? Let's just say it would not go down well."
Tooth laughed, and Jack finally found a film.
"Ah, the Three Musketeers! Now that is a decent film!"
"Do I want to know?"
Jack grinned.
"Probably not. I was rather drunk ya see... I was bored and wanted to see what affect alcohol had on me and-"
"You're right. I don't want to know."

The whole Money thing was in response to a request for me to try and explain how the spirits get material goods. I know this is only with regards to Jack, but I'm hoping to bring more into it in future fics...
I actually had fun writing this chapter, and I hope you all had fun reading it?
Please review and let me know :D And to share your ideas on how the spirits could buy shizzle...
(Maybe the elves from the elves and the shoemaker, and other various little creatures are not so unreal after all? I dunno...)

Hope you all enjoyed, and that it was up to what you expected (for those of you who have requested this fic and the whole Jack of the Opera Thing)
Till next time then guys *hugs*

Raven xx