A new crossover story. I've been thinking about this for a while. No, it isn't a squeal to A Tale of Two High Schools. Nor is it connected in anyway. Right now it's listed as a Rise of the Guardians/ How to Train Your Dragon crossover, but that very likely may change.

"Hit me another," Jack snapped to the bar tender.

"Buddy, you've had enough to sedate a horse"

Jack glared at him, "I didn't ask for the lesson. Another bourbon, neat." He growled.

"Just tell me you aren't driving yourself home."

"It's none of your business how I'm getting home. Your business is getting me my drink."

The man looked at Jack with pitiful eyes, but didn't say anything again. Jack grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. He didn't need the man's pity. He didn't want it. The bartender put the glass in front of him silently. Jack snatched up the glass, downing half of it at once.

A few stools away a man in a leather long coat sat down and ordered a Cuba Libre. Jack looked up, something in his mind going off. He turned towards the man but before his mind could focus enough a young woman sat next to him. Her blue eyes glanced him over, the coy upturn to her lips adding to the playful daze in their depths.

"Hey handsome," Her voice was soft and melodic, with an accent that Jack couldn't quiet place. "What's your name?"

Jack's eyes shifted from the man to her. The scent of cinnamon and rosemary infiltrated his senses. He inhaled, drawn in.

"Why don't you tell me your name first?"

She giggled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes, "Gabriela."

"I'm Shawn," Jack smiled, not protesting when she leaned closer to him, placing a hand on his chest.

"I couldn't help but notice that you looked like you had bad day," Her hand slid down towards his pants.

"More like a bad week." Or year.

"Oh, that's too bad," She pouted adorably, and moved closer yet again, her body pressed against him, "Maybe I could help with that." Her voice sung in his ear and her lips started to trail along the other part of his ear. He sighed, closing his eyes. He pulled a credit card with the name Eoin Stone on it and slapped it on the counter. He downed the rest of his drink and let the woman pull him out of the bar, not waiting to get back his card.

The man in the leather coat watched them go. He took up the credit card Jack left, tucking it into his pocket. He called over the bartender, handing him a few bills for his drink before getting up and leaving the bar. He followed Jack and the woman just down the street until they entered an apartment building. He took out a cell, tapping the screen a few times.

"How's it going?"

"I found him," He said, looking up at the building. He saw the lights turn on in a window on the fourth floor and made a mental note of it.

"That was fast."

The man laughed, "It wasn't hard."

"Well you know what to do."

"Right." He hung up, placing the phone back into a pocket in his coat. He felt in another pocket, his fingers brushing over the cold metal of a gun. He smiled.

"Alright Jack Frost, let's see what you got."

Hours later Jack woke with roaring headache. He flinched, turning away from the window, the light sending spikes of pain through him. He got out of bed, moving carefully, as not to wake Gabriela. He groaned as he shuffled into the kitchen of his apartment, if you could call it a kitchen. It was fridge and stove, blocked off from the sofa and TV by a counter. The rest of the apartment wasn't much better. His bedroom was just big enough for a double bed and a cupboard and the shower wasn't even big enigh to Jack to stretch out his arms.

He moaned as he grabbed a glass, filling it with water. He gulped it down, and filled it again. It was halfway to his lips when he sensed something was off. He pulled open a draw, grabbed a knife. He twisted around faster than most could blink and threw the knife. It embedded into the sofa, three inches away from the man in the black coat. He grinned and raised a hand.

"Long time no see."

Jack swore under his breath and brought the glass to his lips drinking it in one gulp. He wiped the water from his lips before he spoke.

"What the hell are you doing here Hiccup?"

Hiccup tutted and stood, "Is that how you're going to greet your best friend?"

"I could have killed you."

He walked towards him, "The state you're in now you couldn't kill a fly,"

Jack narrowed his eyes, "I'm going to ask once more, why are you here?"

"There's a case."

"Not my problem." Jack turned, opening the fridge and taking out two beers. He opened both and placed one on the counter, in front of Hiccup.

"Don't you have a hangover? You shouldn't be drinking."

"Shut up. You'll lucky I gave you a beer and not a knife in the neck. Drink it and get out."

"I said we have a case."

"No Hic, you have a case. I have a babe in my bed, and not a care in the world. In case you'd forgotten I got out."

"I didn't forget." Hiccup said darkly.

"Then why are you here? I don't want that life anymore. I'm happy here." He took a swig of his beer.

"Drinking yourself into a coma very day? Yeah you seem like you're really living it up as Shawn…or is it Eoin?" Hiccup took the credit card from his pocket, "I'm not sure. Eoin is the guy who owns this hole, and the card right? But you introduced yourself to blonde as Shawn. Mix up your different identities?"

Jack glared at Hiccup.

"Out." He snarled.

"I tried to tell them you wouldn't want to come. But the orders came from the man in the moon himself."

This gave Jack pause, but after a second he suck his teeth and took another gulp of beer, "Like I care."

"Jack-"

"No. Don't come with that. I don't care who sent for me. I don't care what the mission is. Not if the president is endanger, or some priceless art went missing. I don't care Hiccup. Nothing you could say right now would make me even think twice about coming with you."

"Even if I said Black dust might be back in play?"

The beer slipped from Jack's hand. Hiccup caught it before it could hit the floor.

"What?" Jack's voice went soft.

"We're not 100% sure if it is BD yet. So far it's only adults, but the signs are the same."

"Black dust…but that's impossible. It was destroyed. We…we saw the facility go up in smoke. You cleaned the systems."

"I know. I wouldn't believe it if I haven't seen the symptoms for myself." Hiccup pulled his phone, bringing up video. The sound was low, but on the screen was a man, middle age, running around a room, screaming. He was in a strait-jacket and two other men were trying to hold him down.

"How many?"

"So far? Six cases. It was in an isolated area. It happened in a small military outpost used for sorting weapons. We've already confirmed that the outpost doesn't have anything of importance, so we believe it was simply a test."

"You think this only the start."

Hiccup nodded.

"Have you talked to him?"

Hiccup snorted, "We tried. He isn't going to talk to us."

"That's why you want me."

"In part." Hiccup nodded, "Yes. You can never have too many good agents working on a case."

Jack didn't say anything. He put the phone back in Hiccup's hand and turned walking back into the bedroom. He returned with a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

Hiccup smirked, "I thought you were out, but you have a go bag?"

"Old habits die hard," Jack grumbled.

"Or don't die at all."

"Wipe that smirk off your face. I'm just going to talk to him and that's it." Jack walked out of the apartment.

"I see," Hiccup said following. He placed his phone to his ear, "Hey. He's coming with us…nah, temporally. So he says…Yeah. We'll head to The Closet now. We should be there by 5:00 pm GMT. Right, I'll tell him." Hiccup hung up. "Astrid says hello."

"You two still a thing?"

"Yeah. You obviously still don't have anyone solid, of course I'm only guess by that blonde you left in your bed. Sorry about that, she seems like she was a good time."

"Shut up."

Hiccup sighed, "Still the same as the last time we met."

"Did you think something was going change?"

"I hoped my best friend would come back."

"That Jack is gone. He died a long time ago."

"So says this Jack," Hiccup tucked his hands into his pocket, "But I think that the Jack I knew is still in there. He just needs reminding."

"Oh yeah? Of what exactly?"

"That the world isn't dark as he think is it."

Jack didn't respond. Hiccup pressed the screen of his phone and seconds later a RX-8 turned on the street and pulled to a stop in front of them.

"Let's go." Hiccup got into the driver's seat. Jack walked around to the other side.

"The remote access has gotten better," He commented dryly.

"Thanks," Hiccup grinned proudly, "I had a lot of time to thinker when I was on bed rest." He tapped his left foot.

"How is it?" Jack asked.

"The foot? Great. My prosthetic is basically isn't own weapon."

"Let me guess, your own design."

"Gobber had some input." Hiccup nodded to the compartment in front of Jack, "There's a tablet in there. Has everything we know so far. Along with some protocol you need to be undated with."

"Right," He retrieved the device. It came to life as he touched it.

"Finger print recognition," Hiccup answered before Jack could ask, "It's already coded with your prints."

"Handy." He opened a file. It was a report of the incident, with pictures and videos. Jack played one of the videos, it was just like the one Hiccup had shown him minutes before. His frown deepened.

"You're not sure it's BD? Did you test?"

"Of course. But like I said, the militarily base is small and out of the way. By the time Interpol made the connection to Black dust symptoms and we picked up days had past. The readings came back negative. Even if it isn't BD it's in the same strain. All the same symptoms."

"Yep," Jack nodded, reading it of the screen in front of him, "Hallucinations, deliria, seizures, fever, extended periods of insomnia. It just doesn't make sense. This isn't supposed to exist anymore."

"He made it once. It's not impossible that someone else discovered how. Possibly someone involved the first time."

Jack's expression suddenly became still.

"What?"

"This can't be right," He muttered.

"What?"

"There were twenty two men at this base at the time."

"Like I said, it was small."

But there are six cases. Hiccup that's more than 25%."

"27.3% to be accurate."

"Hic, it wasn't designed to target adults."

"But adults could be infected. We know this as a fact. Last time hundreds were infected."

"But here there are already half a dozen here."

"What are you saying?"

"BD was made to target children. In adolescents and adults is wasn't very effective. More than 90% of the cases that won't children last time where persons with weakened immune system, or some similar ailment that made them more susceptible."

"You think this is a different strain? One made to target everyone? Not just children?"

"It's possible. How else do you explain six men, military men, who were in peak physical fitness being affected to this extent?" Jack brought up the video again. Hiccup glanced away from the road to look at the video. Jack hit the screen and is paused. They were left staring at the image of a man screaming towards the lens. His skin was pale, and he was in a strait jacket as well. But his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused like he wasn't seeing the room in front of him.

"I hoped I'd never see this again."

"We all have things we want to stay hidden in the past."

"And yet I'm going to the Closet to confront one of those things."

"If anyone could get something out of him it will be you."

A ten hour flight later Hiccup and Jack were exiting a private jet on a small air field. They were in the shadow a grey two-story building. It didn't look like much, but Jack new the real structure was underneath. Both he and Hiccup had changed. Hiccup was now wearing a black and red leather jacket with a simple t-shirt and blue jeans. Jack has donned a grey racer jacket with jeans as well.

"Welcome back to the Closet." Hiccup said with a grim smile.

A woman was waiting for them at the entrance to the building.

"Haddock, sir." She nodded.

"Eva," Hiccup nodded.

"Jack Frost, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Eva."

"Just Eva?" Jack asked, shaking her hand.

"Yes sir,"

"Drop the sir, I'm not agent anymore. I'm just here to help with this case and then I'm gone."

"Then what should I call you."

"Jack would be fine, or Frost if you don't want to be so informal."

"Very well Frost. All the preparations have already been made. Prisoner 11-921 in the interrogation cell." She said curtly, leading them into the building. They took an elevator that moved down, taking them underground.

"Are you sure you don't want me come in with you?" Hiccup said.

Jack nodded.

"It will just be the two of you."

"He's restrained isn't he?"

"Of course, sir." Eva nodded. Jack glared at her, "Sorry, Frost."

The elevator doors opened and they stepped out into a hallway. They walked towards a door with two armed guards standing on either side. Hiccup pulled Jack back a little.

"I don't like the idea of you going in there in alone."

"I'll be fine. I've faced him before."

"And not long after that you left."

"You know why I left."

"Whether you at admit it to yourself or not there was more than one reason you left."

"Whatever. That doesn't matter now. You know how he is. He likes to play mind games. He likes to mess with me. He'll be less willing to do that if your there and we need him to talk."

"Okay. Fine." Hiccup said. Jack nodded to him and approached the door.

"Are you ready?" Eva asked.

"Yes."

She signaled to a camera and then put her hand on a scanner next to the door. There was a buzz and Jack pushed the door open. In the room there was a single chair, and a glass wall. On the other side of wall sitting in their own solitary chair was a man with long jet black hair. His face was turned down as Jack walked in. He started laughing.

"Well, well, well. I was wondering who'd they were sending in. Came to the Closet to face your skeletons? Mmm, Jack?"

"I'm not here for an idle chat, Pitch."

Right now it's just Hiccup and Jack who appeared (and Eva, points to those who know who she is), but there will be a lot more characters. It will be like a Tale of Two High Schools in that regard where I incorporate many characters from DreamWorks (and maybe other places). If you want to see more, let me know.

Nardragon~ until the next page.