Nothing dangerous, nothing angsty, action-packed or painful... just a nice little chappie where we learn of another of Jack's talents, that quite a few of you have asked to see :D (I know, two updates in one day! Kinda to make up for the angst fest the last chapter turned into...)

And some of you my have noticed that I changed the drama genre of this story to general, because, as Faliara pointed out, there has not been much drama, against the amount of humour and stuff... No real reason I told you that, but I just kinda felt like it :D

Thanks to MRose5, magiccatprincess and shimmer-snowflake for the follows/faves since the last chapter!

I actually had this idea quite a while ago, but now that I know people definitely want to read it, how could I say no?
Hope it meets expectations, guys!

Bunny raised an eyebrow as Jack silently strolled past the open door.
If he hadn't been looking, he wouldn't have realised he was there.
As it was, he was looking, and decided to get up and follow him. He wasn't really one for sitting around on his odd days off... Even if he had decided to come to the Pole for some peace.
Jack ended up leading him to the very old sections of Santoff Claussen, and he wondered what on earth Jack was doing in the old work-room.
Jack darted in one of the rooms, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
For a few minutes, Bunny heard nothing, and was just debating whether or not to go and have a look when the winter spirit appeared in the corridor, and head in the other direction.
Bunny took his chance and snuck to the door, sliding inside.
What he found had him speechless.
Canvases were everywhere. Paintings of Santoff Claussen, both inside and out, paintings of the warren, the eggs, the golems, paintings of the Tooth Palace, paintings of golden dream sand and Sandy sending out dreams...
Each of the paintings were made with the tiniest brush strokes, and the paintings were... well, incredible didn't cover it. Perfect colours, details...
Then there were various drawings stuck around the room and left on tables and work benches, half finished sketches, full sketches shaded in, odd things that were clearly doodles, but were incredible anyway.
Drawings of tiny fairies, streams of sand, elves, their various homes...
Combinations of paintings and drawings, and beautiful pictures made with inks and watercolours and pastels...
No wonder the kid had been able to help with the eggs so well last Easter.
He had known he was good, but this?
It was easily as good as, no, probably better than anything even he could do, himself.
He was so busy staring that he didn't see a certain winter spirit enter the room, and jumped when he heard his voice.
"Err... Bunny?"

"Jack! Oh, sorry mate... I err... I was just curious and... Wow, I mean, where did you learn to paint and draw and stuff?"
Jack shrugged, self consciously,
"I... well, I didn't really get caught. Shady brought me some paints and pencils one time, and I just kinda... yeah. I mean, most of these were just experiments and practise pieces."
Bunny blinked, and whistled softly.
"Ya got some serious talent there, Frostbite. I'm serious. How long have you been doing these for?"
"Ever since I-I came to Santoff Claussen."
Bunny blinked when he realised that Jack was... was that embarrassment?
"Is that all? Mate, these are... they're just incredible. Better than anything I could do-"
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! They're amazing..."
Bunny turned back to see the random sketches and small paintings, clearly experiments, and focused in on the detail of the small trails of golden sparkles.
He span back to see Jack, who was self consciously lounging on a table, feet swaying across the floor, and the younger spirit grinned, sighing.
"Yeah, I know. Jack Frost, the emotionless loner, paints."
"That's-I wasn't thinking that! I honestly think they are amazing, Frostbite. I'm serious!"
"... Really?"
"Damned straight!"
Jack grinned slightly, and another painting caught Bunny's eye.
Of what appeared to be a frozen ice palace.
Jack noticed where he was looking, and went self conscious again.
"Oh, yeah... I'll sometimes get bored and create ice sculptures and palaces. Then if I get the chance, I'll photograph them and paint or draw them."
He hopped down from the table and rifled through a nearby stack of drawings, pulling one out and handing it to the Pooka.
"It's not my best sketch but..."
It was of the same sculpted ice palace as in the painting, but had extra details and patterns etched into it, with shading around the edges.
It was a perfect replica of the painting, and looked like it could have been a photograph.
"Mate, this is great!"
Jack grinned again, shrugging.
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah. Why have we never heard of this particular talent of yours?"
"I painted the eggs...?"
"Yeah, and they were great, but this is in a whole other league... Why have you never shown one of us this room before?"
Jack shrugged.
"Never saw a need to..."
Bunny shook his head.
"Ya know, I'm starting to think we'll never learn all of your secrets, Frostbite. Ya know, you should show Tooth this. She loves art..."
"I dunno..."
"Aww, come on?"
Jack grinned, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe."

A few minutes later, and Bunny was rifling through the rest of the drawings, whilst Jack grabbed a paintbrush and started mixing colours.
Bunny, as soon as Jack brought the brush to the canvas, found himself entranced by the dancing colours that seemed to come to life by Jack's hand, and watched as the canvas turned into a pattern of golden sparks, forming eggs, small fairies, elves, wrapped gifts, various other dreams that he knew were regular ones for Sandy, and patterns of snowflakes and what appeared to be frost paned glass.
Jack finally dropped the brush, about an hour later, and sighed.
"Not the best, but ah well. Just to practice techniques after all."
Bunny just looked at him, and shook his head.
"Mate, ya have no idea, do ya?"
He blinked.
"What?"
"Nothing. I'd betta be off. See ya later Frostbite."
The younger spirit nodded, and Bunny left.
Jack rolled his eyes.
His work really was not worth the attention Bunny had lavished on it... Was it?
_

An hour later, Jack was interrupted from the book he was reading as Tooth knocked on the door and came in.
"Jack? I just heard from Bunny that you have something to show me?"
Jack thought for a moment, then sighed, rolling his eyes.
"He's under the belief that you will probably want to see some paintings and things I've done over the last year or so."
Tooth giggled.
"He didn't put it quite like that, but yes. Can I see them?"
Jack raised an eyebrow, and Tooth gave him the widest, sweetest smile she could.
"Pretty please, Sweet Tooth?"
Jack sighed, getting to his feet.
"Okay then."

Five minutes later, and they were flying into the room.
Tooth gave a small gasp as she took it in.
It was all the sound she could manage.
For the next ten minutes, she frantically flitted between paintings, rifled through drawings, and gave odd giggles and gasps of delight as she took in the various paintings of Fairies.
She only stopped when she came across a half finished sketch.
It was of the Tooth palace, several fairies hovering around the edges, and Tooth realised it must be based on a photo that Jack must have taken.
Jack gave a self conscious shrug, taking it.
"Yeah, I never finished this one." He frowned, taking it in, and grabbed a pencil, starting to shade.
Tooth watched the pencil flit back and forth across the page, shading and outlining and adding details and she sighed, her eyes flicking to the rest of the things in the room.
He was an artist.
Not just any artist though... The way he captured the world around him was...
She was just entranced by the beauty of the work.
As much as she was entranced by the woven lyrics and chords he played on the various instruments, she was likewise entranced by the swirls of colour and details and patterns and beauty of the work around her.
Ten minutes later, Jack gave a small smile as he finished the sketch, and blinked, getting an idea.
He flitted around the room, grabbing various sketches, ink pictures and paintings on loose pieces of paper, and hunted for the sketchbook he knew he had somewhere, filled with pictures of the Tooth Palace, the fairies and various other things related to Tooth.
He grinned as he found it, and slotted in the various loose images, before handing it to a delighted Toothiana.
"Oh Jack these are beautiful!"
She spent a few minutes flicking through, before going to hand it back, only to have Jack shake his head.
"Nah, you have it. Why do you think I went hunting for them?"
She blinked, shocked.
"Really?"
Jack shrugged.
"Sure. I have so many different things around here, I would probably only throw them or lose them eventually anyway."

Ten minutes later, and they were sat in the small living room, at the end of the guest wing.
Tooth was going through the book again, this time taking her time, and found herself, on multiple occasions, tracing the fine lines that covered the surface of the thick paper, or running her fingertips over the texture created by the smooth, tiny brushstrokes of paint.
The detail, depth, shading, smoothness of the lines and overall beauty of the pictures had her awed, and she grinned as North came in.
"Hey, North! Look at this!"
Jack sighed as North gaped at the pictures, then looked to Jack when Tooth told him he had drawn them.
"And that isn't all, North! There is an entire room, ya know, over in the old wing? That's just full of drawings, paintings... They're incredible!"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"I'm gonna spread some snow. If you want to take a look, I'm sure Tooth can show you."
Tooth blinked.
"D you mind with you not there?"
Jack shrugged,
"Go ahead. The only reason I used that room is because I didn't want to interrupt anyone or interfere with anything. You can look all you like."
_

By the end of that day, all of the guardians had see Jack's work.
Tooth spent hours going over the pictures in the book Jack had given her, and he had eventually given up and thrown together a selection of work for Sandy too, as he seemed so entranced by the images, including sketches, drawings and paintings of swirls of golden sand and images from dreams, scenes where Jack must have seen Sandy giving dreams and transferred them into pictures, and various other pieces of work that Sandy had seemed to favour.
In response to the clear indication from Jack that it really was no trouble for them to have them, both Sandy and Tooth had hugged him, and whereas Tooth stayed at the Pole that night, looking through it over and over, Sandy took his with him, and Jack rolled his eyes when he heard that the guardian of dreams had spent all night looking through his too.
None-the-less, he was pleased that they appreciated it so much.

He eventually said goodnight, and head up to his room, still kinda wondering what all the fuss was about and leaving North to grin and turn to Tooth.
"You know, Tooth, I am beginning to think that we shall never learn all of his secrets, da?"
Tooth smiled.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have it any other way. It would take all the fun out of our lives..."

(Long footnote, I know, but please read...?) *puppy dog eyes... then changes to using the force*
Me using the force: You will read the footnote...
Yoda: Oh no, be polite you must.
Me: Oh fine, Yoyo, I'll be polite...
Me using the force: You will read the footnote... Please?
Me: There, happy?
Yoda: Muchly I am...
Me: Ok, this is now weird, and I'm going to stop...

Sooo... What do you think? (About the chapter, not my spiraling descent into insanity and the force...)
I think that Artisty/Jack will have to make as much of a return as Musical/Jack... Because I really want to do a fic where he gets his confidence up about his own abilities, or something like that.
What do you guys reckon?

-IMPORTANT SHIZZLE-

And what if Jack has darker secrets? Not seriously dark, but things/abilities that show yet another side of him, a slightly darker side that he tries to never show? (I know I did something similar in Jack Can Dance, with the whole Glacier look thing, so maybe go into that a bit more?)
GAH! I need your guys ideas, and coherent thoughts, because mine just won't go straight inside my head... HELP!
As in... SOS, SOS... (wait, save our souls? Should be save my soul, or rather, save my muse so...) SMM! SMM!

-END OF IMPORTANT SHIZZLE-

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please review to let me know what you think!
And if you would like to see Artisty/Jack return, just let me know, and same goes for Musical/Jack, Dance/Jack, Cooking/Jack, Ninja/Jack... and the other sides of Jack I have mentioned, but have temporarily forgotten... *sheepish shrug*
Or if you have any ideas for new sides of Jack (even/especially dark-ish ones) just review and let me know!

Raven xx

(oh, and to sakuradancer3, this was kind of a practice attempt at your challenge, so what did you think? I will get the actual one done as soon as my exams and shizzle have finally finished :D )