Edit: I forgot to do the disclaimers before so here we go. I don't own anything, not the movie not the characters nothing but my plot bunny… all the rest is the property of their respective owners.

WARNING there will be mentions of depression and neglect in this fanfic, if you can't handle darker themes please don't read. I don't want to make anyone upset... you have been warned.

"For fuck's sake!" Jack screamed in frustration as he landed on the ice of his lake. He had been a spirit for over two hundred years now and still no one talked to him. The humans didn't believe in him (so they couldn't see him let alone respond to him) and all the other spirits he had come across acted as if he didn't exist or was the dirt on their boots. He had had it with the lot of them the only time he was spoken to was when Spring was chewing him out for long winters. (and he could never get a word in edgewise) All she ever did was bitch and whale at him. Most of the time it wasn't even his fault, that bastard General Winter did most of it. He was just trying to clean up that 'guys' mess so the kids could have some fun. (General Winter's storms were harsh and bitter not fun like Jack's usually were) So he was done if no one wanted to speak to him he wasn't going to try and talked to them as far as he was concerned he was done speaking altogether what was the point of talking if no one was going to hear him anyway.

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Jack was perched on the end of his staff gazing idly at his surroundings. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone in over a hundred years (not like he had anyone to talk to anyway) sighing he floated in a back spin off his perch. Making his way to the people below he flew in between the hordes of adults making their way to work in the bustling streets. "This is why I hate cities. Everyone is so busy busy busy no time to stop and watch the snowfall." Jack thought to himself.

Ghosting through the crowded streets making frosted patterns on the cars he passed. He made his way to a small park looking around for some kids to play with he grinned and flew over to the small group of 5th graders. "Come on it would be fun," one of the kids said exasperatedly. He was wearing a puffy, navy jacket and had red hair poking out of his green beany. "What if we hit Tessa by accident?" Another boy asked screwing his face up in worry. He was dressed completely in pale green. He was shorter than any of the other boys. With blond hair and thick square glasses. "Then we won't." A third boy chimed in he had matching black pants, shirt with a red vest over it. His auburn hair was cropped close to his head. "You all can do whatever you guys feel like just leave me out of it." The last of the group deadpanned a girl with twin black brads was sitting nearby making a small sculpture out of the limited amount of snow they were provided.

Snickering Jack tilted on his side as to seem to be laying on a bed mid-air. "This ought to be good," the albino thought chuckling softly.

"Oh come on Charlie" the redhead whined at the girl-Charlie. "snowball fights are always fun."

"Not when you accidentally hit Dean's monster girlfriend." the blond snarked. "Tessa is not a monster Adam" the brunette or Dean as Jack figured growled at the blond. "Just because she is taller than you does not make her a monster everybody is taller than you."

"She is taller than you to Dean" Adam quipped back. "stop being a jerk Adam, Tessa is one of the nicest girls in school." Charlie glared up from her spot on the ground. "she is still monstrously tall" the blond pouted.

Deciding to step in before a fight broke out Jack used his powers on Dean to make things a little more interesting. Spelling the redhead as well he sat back to watch his handy work.

Dean growled at Adam then gave a Cheshire grin picking up some of the leftover snow (that Charlie was not using to make snow pottery) and threw it at the offending boy. The snowball missed its target hitting Red square in the back of his head when he turned from his irate friends. Spinning to glare at Dean. "Oh it's so on now" he smiled at the brunette. Dean laughed ducking all anger from the previous fight forgotten. Adam ran to escape the volley of snowballs that were coming from the rest of the group.

Smirking at the scene before him Jack flew up a few feet and made the signal for the wind to take him back home. Catching the wind he flew several thousand feet into the air. Gliding along the clouds Jack smiled he loved the view from up high especially this time of day it was breathtaking. Closing his eyes he let the wind do its job and take him back to his lake.

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The North Pole…

"But why does it have to be him. I mean even the bloody groundhog would be better than that show pony." Aster bemoaned throwing his head back as he slumped his shoulders. "I don't have time to deal with this, easter is right around the corner I have to prepare mate."

"Stop the whining Bunny Jack will make great guardian… in time." North commented with a dismissive wave of his hand at the Polka. "Manny said so."

"Yeah, Bunny the man in the moon said that he would be the next guardian so he can't be that bad. Sector 11 has bicuspids and 42 has a pair of incisors!" Tooth smiled at Bunny reassuringly taking a second from her directing her tooth fairies before getting right back at it.

"He is nothing but an irresponsible brat. He is not cut out to be a guardian! The blue polka argued back at his friends.

Sandy stood off to the side watching the others with a soft caring smile on his face sipping at some cocoa the elves and yetis provided. He gave a silent sigh none of the other guardians had interacted with jack in the last century they had no idea what the winter spirit was like. (not like they had much to do with him before that either) He had become far more introverted in the last hundred years. He didn't talk anymore not to anybody, not even the kids. Sandy had been silently keeping an eye on the young spirit (in the sandy guardian's opinion Jack was as much of a kid as the rest of them and should be protected like any other) and he was worried at first Jack just seemed calmer more reserved, then he started talking less and less… until he hadn't said a single word in over fifty years. Stepping away from the wall he pulled on North's pants to gain the attention of the guardians. Once everyone was looking his way he used his ever-present dream sand to ask who was going to collect Jack.

Aster gained far to evilly for the guardian of hope. "Oh if anyone is going to get one over on the frostbite it will be me." Sandy shivered at the look in the polkas eyes and gave a silent prayer to MiM for Jacks safety.

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Aster found Jack in bugrass playing with a bit of Sandy's sand. Deciding to have a little fun at the winter spirit's expense he ran around him luring him to an alley off to the side of the main road. Jack walked cautiously into the alley his shepherd's crook armed and at the ready.

"Hello mate, been a long time the blizzard of 68 I believe, easter Sunday." The abruptness of the statement made Jack spin on his heels to see the source of the sound (not that he needed to. He knew that voice and had already started to relax) casually leaning against one of the alley walls inspecting one of his boomerangs was the easter bunny. Jack upon seeing Aster slouched into his staff smirking. The 'kangaroo' was so much fun to mess with. His smirk still in place he tilted his head to the side almost asking if Bunny was still mad about the blizzard.

As if reading jack's mind Aster slouched growling a "yes" he stood starter before continuing in a much calmer voice "but that's not what we are here for, fellas."

Jack stared confused at the Polka for a brief moment before two sets of large furry hands grabbed him from behind and shoved him in a large red sack. Jack was screaming protests in his head as he flawed all the way trying to get free if his makeshift prison. Jack could hear the muffled voice of bunny " me? Not on your nelly. See you back at the pole."