A/N: Do NOT expect updates this frequently on a regular basis! I got really lucky to have a decent space of time along with my notebook handy. I've only just started work on chapter three, and I plan to update another story first, so there will be a delay for the next chapter.

That said, enjoy!

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It had been a long time since anyone had last been looking for Danny Fenton. Admittedly, the two didn't give a name for their friend, but Danny knew for a fact that he was the only one who had been in and out of the town in the past week. As he told the others, Kpalime wasn't exactly a tourist trap. Still, maybe they had their times confused?

But, what, then, would explain the giant rabbit, bird-lady, and golden man he'd seen as he floated, invisible, through the town? Obviously none of the adults could see them, but only a few kids had noticed, as well. Danny, being well-versed in the supernatural, knew who they were, of course. And two of them even made sense.

But what the hell was the Easter Bunny doing here in January? Easter was still a good three months away (or four, Danny had always been awful at keeping track), shouldn't he be off painting eggs or something?

Of course, this also brought the two visitors into question. Why were they really here? Were they truly looking for him? If so, why? And why did it only snow (a scientific and ecological impossibility this close to the equator) after they had arrived?

After a few hours contemplating these questions, Danny came to an obvious (to him) conclusion. The two visitors, Nicholas St. North and Jack Overland, must also be supernatural beings. Once this leap of logic had been made, it was easy to figure out who they truly were. After all, the three invisible tourists were a big clue.

Santa Claus and Jack Frost had come to their village, after Christmas and in the middle of their summer. Given the presence of the other immortals, it was painfully obvious that this wasn't a coincidence. They were here for a reason.

They were looking for someone, and from the description given, that someone was him. There was only one option for him.

He had to run.

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To say the chief was surprised by the questions asked by the visitors would be an understatement. However, he'd always known this day would come.

The stories of Tueur and his Diviner had been passed down through the four generations that had come since the day the spirit was first seen. All stories spoke of the sad spirit with electric green eyes that were constantly moist and the black-haired teen who lived in the forest that Tueur had taken over. Each one told of how the Diviner was the only one allowed in Tueur's forest, how he had earned that right by speaking for the spirit. Occasionally, the stories would even bring up the Diviner's companion, an odd, yellow-eyed horse only ever seen from the corner of your eye.

But one thing never changed about the Diviner in the stories: his age. When he was first seen, he claimed to be fourteen, but after ten harvests had passed, he still looked the same as he had then. Most simply believed this to be some magic or illusion on Tueur's part to keep his Diviner looking the same age as him.

But Mawuena and his family knew better. Sure, the first Diviner was a hundred years ago. Sure, the town believed this Diviner to be the great-grandson of the first, but Mawuena knew the truth.

There were no sons or grandsons. There was no passing down of the title. The boy, Danny, was the same person as the first Diviner.

And Mawuena had always known the day would come when people would be looking for him.

He just never suspected it to be a man who looked like Père Noel and a skinny teen who hated their weather. And they were very persistent.

"You really can't think of anyone who was here last week but not now?" Jack demanded, highly annoyed to face another dead end.

"I'm sorry," Mawuena replied, "I cannot."

"Not even one who sort of fits description?" the Russian tried, a bit less whiny than the teen.

"No. Well…." the chief trailed off, wondering if he really should tell them.

"Well what?" both exclaimed, excited for a possible lead.

"There is one who was not here for most of the week."

"Who?" Jack eagerly asked, leaning in closer.

"The Diviner."

Only Jack's hundreds of years of parkour let him keep his balance as shock threatened to tip him over. "What?" he exclaimed. "But—he's the one who told us to ask you!"

"He is a very private person."

"How do we find Diviner?" North asked, quite a bit more calmly than Jack would've.

Mawuena frowned. "You don't."

"What?!"

"He lives in Tueur's forest, and is the only one allowed to do so."

Jack rolled his eyes. "We don't plan on moving in. We just wanna talk with the guy!"

"As I said before," Mawuena nearly growled, "he is very private. If he wishes to speak with you, he will find you."

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North and Jack were quick to leave after their less-than-helpful talk with the chief. Then, they made their way back to the small hotel room they had rented for their stay.

The others were already waiting there. "So?" Bunny demanded as soon as they walked in.

"It's Danny," Jack stated bluntly, flopping down onto one of the beds.

"What?" Tooth gasped, flitting over to Jack. "But, he didn't seem any different than the other kids! A—And he couldn't see us!"

"Or he hid the fact he could," Jack grumbled, crossing his arms in a huff. The kid had seemed like he'd be fun to hang out with, but the wild goose chase he'd sent them on was most definitely not fun.

Tooth seemed confused. "Why would he do that?" she mumbled, glancing down for a moment before her head jolted back up. "He seemed like a good kid, and obviously he's well-respected in the town…."

There was the customary tinkling noise of sand moving as Sandy made images too quickly for Jack to even catch.

"Do you really think so?" Tooth asked breathlessly.

Jack sat back up, glancing around at the shocked faces. "What? What'd he say?"

"He said there's somethin' strange 'bout the kid," Bunnymund replied.

North nodded. "Then he must be green light." He stared around at the other four, a determined look on his face. "We must speak with him again."

Jack rolled his eyes, flopping onto the bed again. "How? The chief said we'd have to wait for him to come to us!"

"Same way we get you, Jack."

The teen shot back up, wide eyes locked on North. "No, you're not gonna seriously—?!"

But North was already busy talking to Bunny. "Go get sack and yetis!"

Jack just groaned as he fell backwards once more.

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Danny's few important belongings had been packed in only a couple minutes. He carried a single backpack, knowing that he could easily just buy new clothes or supplies wherever he wound up. Instead, he filled his bag with the few things he couldn't live without—well, as far as he was concerned, he couldn't.

He was walking past the door to grab one last thing when he heard the knock. This made him pause, frowning, as he attempted to figure out who would be brave enough to venture into his forest.

When the mysterious visitor knocked again, Danny groaned, moving to open the door. "What do you—?"

He was cut off as the giant rabbit outside shoved him into a sack carried by two yetis. "Hey!" he yelped. "Lemme go!"

The world around Danny went dark, then it was squeezing and pulling and spinning him around. He'd felt this twisting, drifting feeling before, when going through the Ghost Portals, back when they were running, but he could tell they hadn't changed dimensions, merely moved across the one they'd previously been in. He imagined this was similar to what Vlad felt when he teleported.

Danny quickly shook the man out of his head as the feeling stopped and the sack he was in was dropped to the ground. Light shone brightly through the opening, burning Danny's sensitive retinas before he could switch his reflexive night vision off. Slowly, he crawled out of the sack, staring around at the odd assortment assembled before him.

He had remembered what the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Easter Bunny looked like (and was currently quite ticked off at the Easter Bunny, thank you very much), and he was finally getting his first real look at Santa Claus and Jack Frost, the latter of whom seemed very happy to be out of the heat. This would've been an amusing gathering if not for one thing.

They had kidnapped him. He didn't care who they were or what they stood for, they were going down.

Danny stared around at them for a moment more, noticing as they pushed Frost forward, probably thinking he'd be the best one to deal with a teen since he was one himself. Frost bent down, reaching out a hand to help Danny up. The black-haired teen took the hand, letting himself get pulled to his feet, then, once he had his balance, he struck, spinning to catch Frost in the side with his foot. There was a yelp as Frost fell back, but he simply tucked in and flipped back onto his feet, glaring at the giant rabbit who was laughing at him.

Which just served to attract Danny's wrath. He lunged at the rabbit, tackling him to the floor before the bunny was able to kick him off. He rolled with the blow, momentum carrying him over by the Tooth Fairy, who hadn't learned from Jack's mistake and tried to help the dark-haired teen up only to get thrown over his shoulder. By now, Santa had realized that their hostage was hostile and attempted to subdue him, drawing his swords strictly for the intimidation.

But Danny didn't respond well to intimidation. Instead, he twisted around the Russian and kicked out, dislodging one of the swords and plucking it out of the air to use for himself. The two swords clashed, all five Guardians surprised to see that this teen's strength matched even Nicholas St. North's.

Eventually, Danny tired of the stale mate and threw his foot into the man, landing a blow just below Santa's gut, which effectively knocked him out of the fight. The Sandman had finally begun to act, drawing up a ball of sand and readying his aim. A quick flick of the wrist sent the stolen sword flying at the golden man, causing him to fire wildly and hit Bunny, who had been lunging at the teen, instead. The giant rabbit collapsed in a heap, sand carrots and eggs floating above his head. The sword, meanwhile, was joined by its twin, trapping the Sandman in a corner until he could pull them from the walls.

It was down to the Tooth Fairy, Frost, and Danny. The teen faced off against the two, sliding gracefully into a defensive stance, one that Frost swore he recognized.

Tooth had finally realized this particular kid was a threat to her friends and dove at him, but he just sidestepped the attack, pivoting to keep both his opponents in sight. When the Tooth Fairy lunged again, he turned slightly and brought his hand down in a chop to the back of her neck.

She crumpled.

Danny spun to Jack, eyeing him warily. Jack just leaned against the wall, rotating his shoulders in a fluid shrug. "I'm not going to fight you, but you realize you'll have to muscle your way past hundreds of yetis as soon as you step out of this room, right?"

"I know," the teen stated, sounding unconcerned and refusing to drop his guard.

Jack sighed, then pushed off the wall. "Think you can play docile guest for the twenty minutes it'll take to leave?"

Danny's eyes narrowed. "You're helping me?"

Frost shrugged again. "I told them kidnapping you was a bad idea. I'd just wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

A smirk met the question. "I think you know. After all, you're the one who sent us on that wild goose chase."

Danny's glare came back with a vengeance. "Why were you looking for me?"

Jack's hands came up, palms out, in a gesture of surrender. "Easy, dude. We saw a green light on North's globe and were trying to figure out who or what made it."

"Light? What's so important about a light?"

"The lights show us who believes in us. Usually they're yellow, but yours was—"

"Green." Danny shrugged. "Couldn't help you there."

Now Jack was the one glaring. "That's a lie," he argued. "You know exactly why your light's green!"

Danny matched Jack glare for glare. "You don't know anything about me! You don't even know if I actually am this stupid green light! Why the hell would you think I'd know about it?!"

"Because you've already proven that you're hiding something by sending us on that detour while you tried to, what, run away?! You really thought we'd just let you leave?"

"No one's supposed to know!" the boy exclaimed. The outburst even started the Sandman into pausing in his attempts to remove the swords. When Danny spoke again, it was at the complete opposite end of the volume spectrum. "No one can know about me. It's just… better that way."

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A/N: So, again, do NOT expect updates this quick. This was only because I had up to Bunny getting knocked out written before posting the first chapter. My buffer's now gone, so there will be delays from now on.

Anyways, yes, Danny just single-handedly took out all five Guardians. Pitch is currently very jealous. Though, I suppose you could say he didn't technically beat Jack, he just argued him into submission. But given where he hit Santa, he'll be on the Naughty List for a good, long time.

Read and review, please!