Hey guys! Because of the fact that I'm practicing Ramadan, I won't be able to write or read any violent, angsty, romantical things. Basically saying, I can't write for Restoring Balance or my Jackrabbit oneshots. As a result, I created this! I might continue this into a tiny collection of oneshots, or not, idk yet. I'll just see how busy I am. Also, these will not be beta read as they are all simple freewrites.

Jack may never, ever admit this to anyone, but he absolutely loved reading. Shakespeare, Poe, Twain, you name it! Heck, he was friends with a lot of writers back when he wasn't an expression. After all, he literally had centuries of boredom that seriously needed to be filled up with something more than snowball fights and Winter. Okay, snow and fun took up at least 80% of his time, but still!

Anyway, the bad part of his bibliophilic tendencies was that he's read way too many books in his lifetime. At least, too many adventure and fantasy/sci-fi books.

If only North's library was filled with more fun books.

Jack sighed as his blue eyes scanned through the dusty shelves near the dome roof of North's massive library, huffing as he zipped across the area. The Hobbit, just not his style; Les Miserables, read too many times in five different languages; The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin, he was literally Twain's inspiration for Huck; The Complete Set of Grimm Tales, why in Tsar Lunar did North have that!

To Kill a Mockingbird, eh he could reread it for the third time.

Quelling his need for a book, the wintry teen took the dust covered novel out in a fluid motion. Floating back down, Jack settled down onto a red, plush armchair. After turning on the desk lamp on the circular, oak side table beside him, Jack placed his aged staff against the chair, the hook on the embroidered candy cane trim on his seat. He nestled in the comfy chair, his slim, khaki clad legs propping up his book, but his baggy sleeves from his dark blue, frosted hoodie obstructing his reading. Still, he soon delved into the world of Maycomb with dulled interest.

He finished the book in three hours flat.

"Oh c'mon!" Jack cried out, glaring at the grandfather clock set up in the front of the room, "It's only 10 am? I still have eight more hours till the Guardian meeting!"

If only North wasn't so adamant a out staying at the Pole on the day of a meeting. Sure he missed five in a row, but this was just ridiculous!

Huffing, Jack rose up, placing the book on the table, and continued his search. He quickly spotted the original, Russian version of Anna Karenina, the text extracted from its magazine format into a book, and took it. He hated royalty novels, but what else could he do?

He lounged back into his chair, white hair disleveled, and started to force himself to read the flowing, Russian text. Once Jack reached Count Karenina's confession about her affair with Vronsky, he got sucked into the plot and couldn't stop reading, taking his time to absorb the pain and grief in the story.

Soon, he forgot to check the time, the clock ringing 6 pm.

Bunny was livid. It's been over half an hour, and Frostbite still hadn't shown up for their Guardian meeting. There was only so much he could do as sunset approached the North Pole, and he wasn't in the mood to stare at the towering globe of lights.

"North, where is that bloody showpony?" Bunny crossed his furry arms together, tapping his foot impatiently as he looked at his fellow Guardians.

Norh shook his head, shrugging. "Maybe he fell asleep?"

"Since when did the little bugga' sleep, North?" The Pookan countered, looking towards Sandy.

The golden man nodded, forming little Zs above his head and promptly crossing them out. He's not asleep.

"Oh dear, what if Sweet Tooth is hurt?" Tooth fretted as she gave her mini fairies instructions, her green feathers basked in the evening sunlight.

"Neh, he's a tough shell to break, Shiela," Bunny reassured the distressed fairy, knowing very well that this had to be some sort of prank.

Then again, this really isn't Frostbite's style.

Before he could contemplate it even more, Phil, or so the boy nicknamed North's Head Yeti, ran into the room, waving his hands around in enthusiasm. "Argh garglab!"

"You found Jack?" North turned to the furry creature. "Where is the boy?"

"Gah larg grah."

North blinked his eyes in astonishment. "Really?"

"What's the news?" Bunny stared at the jolly man, his green eyes flickering with anger at Frost.

"He is at..." North trailed off, pestering the humanoid rabbit even more, "...library."

"What?" Bunny deadpanned, "This has got to be some sort of joke."

"What's wrong with Sweet Tooth reading?" Tooth asked, a dreamy look on her eyes, "I honestly think it's adorable to think about."

Sandy agreed with her, flashing a snowflake with mini fairies fainting around it.

"Should we check on him?" North suggested.

Bunny sighed. "Might as well. He might just be playin' around and destroying books."

"Oh Bunny, Jack isn't naughty enough to destroy the books," Tooth disgressed, her feathers ruffled.

"He made my Warren into a Winter Wonderland so many times that I ought to kick out that slip of wind," the Pookan stated, earning a condescending glare from the Tooth Fairy.

The female crossed her arms. "He doesn't deserve any doubts, Bunny! Give him a chance."

"Give him a chance of what? Creating chaos?" Bunny shot back, "Plus, North's spell books are in there, only Manny knows what the kid would do with 'em."

North's blue eyes suddenly widened as if he'd never thought of that possibility. "Me spell books!"

The burly man then dashed off with Phil. Bunny huffed, leave it to the man to abandon his guests. Shaking his head, the anthropod followed him, not checking to see whether or not the others were coming with them.

Jack was still reading when he noticed the old, mahgony door opening again. Assuming it was Phil, he continued on, body resting on his chair's cushioned armrest, book on the top of the seat.

"Is tha' Russian!"

The teen jumped at Bunny's shout, falling off the armrest he was on. His head banged against the wooden table beside him, causing his staff to whack his back. He was in an utter, tangled mess.

Once Jack found his book, he pouted. "Oh c'mon Kangaroo, now I lost my place!"

North quickly took the novel out of Jack's hands, earning an indignant squeak from the wintry boy. "Anna Karenina! Is good book, no?"

Jack nodded his head in earnest, momentarily forgetting his annoyance at the Kangaroo. "Mhmm! I can't believe Count Karenina wants to be with Vronsky, even though she already has a husband!"

Before North could add in something, Bunny interjected, "Why is it that I'm the one who's shocked that Frostbite knows Russian?"

Jack winced. "Yeah about that, I know how to read at least a dozen languages."

"What, how?!"

The boy answered back, "Ehh, just caught them from here and there. I know how to speak in even more languages though."

"Yes, someone else who knows a lot of languages!" Tooth cheered, "One day we could exchange languages, Sweet Tooth!"

"Uh, sure!" Jack then snatched back his book, flipping through the pages to find where he stopped. "So, what are all of you guys doing here?"

Bunny facepalmed. "Mate, did'ja forget that today was a Guardian meeting?"

"No? I wouldn't even be here if I forgot," Jack countered, "Wait, what time is it?"

Sandy showed a clock spinning to seven. 7 pm.

"Shoot! I've been reading all day?" Jack dropped his book onto the chair, grabbing his staff from the floor, "Sorry guys!"

"It's alright, it was only a check up meeting anyway," Tooth explained, "We'll just leave now, considering that we're all fine."

"I came here to this bloody tundra, only to leave?" Bunny whined, gritting his teeth, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope Kangaroo," Jack announced, "Now, does that mean I can go back to my story?"

"First of all Frostbite, I'm not a kangaroo!" Bunny yelled, "And second, I'll drag your arse to that Globe Room even if I have to chase you!"

The teen laughed. "Is that a challenge, Cottontail?"

"Oh you don't wanna race a rabbit, Mate," Bunny warned, blinking when he saw the boy was gone, "Oh it's on!"

With that, Bunny dashed off, leaving the other Guardians in the library with nothing to do.

"What do we do now, North?" Tooth questioned.

The man just shrugged, noticing To Kill a Mockingbird on the floor and picking it up. "Book?"

Okay, not the best ending, but my glitchy phone is annoying the living daylights out of me! As for the fact that Jack knows Twain and such, that's actually canon. William Joyce said that Jack's known a multitude of authors in their lives, which made me think, "Wouldn't that make Jack interested in reading?" Basically, that's why I wrote this lol.

Although, this was really trashy compared to my other fanfics. Blegh, oh well.