A.N. Hey guys...I know, I know! Yada yada yada, I'm horrible at updating, yada, I should be writing, such and such...but yeah. I bit off WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY more than I could chew in my story documents. This has actually been in my head and my documents for at least five months, and the only way it wasn't deemed stale and deleted was because I saved it (which resets the 90 day cycle) even though I didn't change anything. SO anyway, this one was actually based on two fanfics: One, when Jack actually got the Chicken Pox from Jamie and Bunny helps him, and another, when all the Guardians (except Jack) catch colds and the said winter spirit has to take care of them while keeping the elves out of trouble. So I thought, "Hey, what if I combine the two ideas?" and presto whammo, you have this lame story where all the Guardians get chicken pox and Jamie has to take care of them. Anyway, enjoy, but NO FLAMES! Just, constructive criticism.
DISCLAIMER: RISE OF THE GUARDIANS BELONGS TO DREAMWORKS, WHICH IS BASED ON WILLIAM JOYCE'S WORKS! THE MOVIE, THAT IS. I AM ONLY USING THE CHARACTERS AND PUTTING THEM BACK HARMLESSLY, SO DON'T SUE ME!
When it comes to being a Guardian, there are plenty of upsides.
Such as not getting sick often.
In fact, the only time that the Guardians of Childhood, better known as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, and the Easter Bunny, remember getting sick was 346 years ago, 46 years before Jack came into the world.
Of course, since this takes place 1 year after the Second Battle of Pitch, the winter sprite FINALLY has his memory back.
And it should be obvious that Jack only remembers getting sick in his mortal life.
Ever since he became THE "Jack Frost," the 318-year-old teen has been impervious to cold and illness, but there WILL be an exception, as we soon shall see.
One fine morning in Burgess-wait, let me rephrase that.
It wasn't fine according to Jamie Bennett, since he was stuck indoors while his friends played in the freshly fallen snow brought by Jack Frost.
The winter spirit at the moment was just about to start a snowball fight.
He threw one at Caleb, who threw one at Pippa, who threw one at Monty, who-Jamie groaned.
There was that itch again.
He reached up to scratch at the multiple red blisters on his arm, when the door opened.
"You know sweetie, this chicken pox won't get any better if you keep scratching," scolded his mom.
"I know, but it's just. so. annoying!"
Ms. Bennett smiled sympathetically and offered to rub some calamine lotion on his rash.
"Yes, please..." sighed Jamie, who was still looking longingly at the window.
His mom noticed.
"Don't worry Jamie, you'll get better soon. You just need rest and time."
After a few more exchanges, Ms. Bennett was rubbing lotion on the blisters, and left soon after.
His itchiness clearing up, Jamie climbed back into bed and was just about to go to sleep when he heard the familiar rapping at his window.
He leaped back up with a grin on his face, and opened the window to see-
"Jack! I thought you were having a snowball fight!"
The winter spirit ruffled the boy's hair.
"Your friends told me you were sick, kiddo. Hey, what's that gooey pink stuff?" Jack rubbed a finger against it, got a dollop on his finger, and studied it up close.
Jamie smacked his forehead, almost forgetting how old Jack was.
"It's calamine lotion, and before you ask, no, I have no idea why it got such a funny name. It's supposed to be used for relieving itchiness."
Jack wasn't paying attention, just now noticing the red spots all over his friend.
"And what the heck are those things?"
"They're chicken pox, and they're super annoying! They come along with a fever, itchiness, this consistent ache in your stomach, and the pounding in your head. What's worse, you can't go outside for DAYS. Trust me, staring at the ceiling can get boring after a while," explained Jamie.
"You don't have to tell me twice," smirked the winter spirit.
"Even when I was a mortal and sick, I HATED to be stuck inside."
And with that came a visit that neither of them would forget, filled with conversations and board games.
Soon after, Jack left to go to a monthly Guardian meeting.
A few days later...
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF RIMSKY-KORSAKOV IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" boomed North.
The yetis looked around confused.
Toy-making was going smoothly, and for once, the elves were staying out of trouble.
And yet North was looking as if the apocalypse had come to his workshop.
"Era uoy yako?" asked one of the yetis. (I'm not sure how to speak Yetish, so the Yetis are talking backwards, okay?)
"NO, I AM NOT OKAY! CAN YOU EVEN SEE WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE? TOYS ARE BROKEN, THE ELVES ARE RUNNING AROUND LIKE THEY ARE PSIKH, (Russian for crazy,) AND YOU AREN'T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!"
Now the yeti was sure that North was insane.
Phil, on the other hand, had a thoughtful look on his face.
North was always prone to delusions when sick, and while it always drove the yetis crazy, it didn't happen that often.
But still...
There was only one way to test if his hypothesis was correct though.
"Kool, na fle si gnissem htiw ruoy toob!" he yelled, and when his master bent down, he dashed forward and rested his paw on the Russian's forehead.
Phil sighed, knowing that North had a fever the instant he felt the heat radiating from the Guardian of Wonder's face.
"Ekat mih ot deb, elihw I nommus eht Snaidraug. Ew yam deen emos artxe pleh," he ordered the yetis closest to him.
With those orders given, two of the yetis tried to confront North, who by now had pulled out his shashkas (Russian swords) and was waving them around deliriously.
Luckily, his balance and coordinated movements had been thrown off due to the fever, and the yetis were easily able to catch their boss by the shoulders and drag him off.
Phil had evident worry on his face.
I hope he'll be okay...he thought, then shook his head, dead set on what he was about to do.
He activated the Northern Lights.
Meanwhile, in the Tooth Palace, Tooth wasn't feeling too great herself.
She had to stop giving orders every so often for short waves of dizziness, not to mention her head was pounding like there's no tomorrow.
Her mini fairies' incessant chirping wasn't helping either.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore and yelled "WILL ALL OF YOU JUST BE QUIET?"
Silence fell instantly, while most of the fairies had a shocked look on their face.
Their mother figure had NEVER yelled like that before!
Baby Tooth finally had the confidence to fly up and inquire what was wrong.
Tooth's face softened.
"I'm sorry girls, it's just that I have a really bad headache and the noise wasn't helping."
Baby Tooth looked concerned.
I've never seen you show any signs of weakness before, she tweeted, do you think you're getting sick?
"Of course not, Guardians don't GET sick...right?"
None of her fairies had an answer...until some of them noticed the northern lights!
Tooth turned, and with a concerned look, she summoned some of her best fairies (including Baby Tooth,) and flew off slower than usual, since she still had some dizziness.
In the Warren...
"Crikey, what's wrong with me?!" yelled Bunny.
He was hopping around scratching himself while his stone egg warriors and eggs looked on in concern.
"I can't have fleas, Pookas don't GET fleas...and we don't get sick either!" the Aussie grumbled before one of his eggs could suggest it.
He swallowed and winced, forgetting that his throat was sore too.
He was just thinking about looking more into this in his personal library when his acute senses distinguished the northern lights.
Since the Warren was underground, Bunny couldn't see the northern lights when they appeared, but when MiM made him a Guardian, he also gave the Pooka a mental sense (sort of like Spiderman's Spider Sense) to help him heed the call.
Bunny tapped his foot twice on the ground, and was off...while having to stop at least five times to itch.
Somewhere over Greenland, Sandy was sending out dreams.
It was a bit harder than usual mostly due to the fact that he felt like he could collapse from exhaustion any second, and his dreamsand minions had to tap him on the shoulder to keep him from snoozing on the job!
Sandy inwardly groaned when he noticed the Lights, but focused all his energy (which wasn't much) to form his signature biplane to fly to the Pole.
With Jack...well, since he was the one that was around Jamie the longest, it's no surprise that he had a full-blown case of it rather than just symptoms like the other Guardians had.
Of course it wouldn't be long before the others were like him...red-spotted, nauseous, and absolutely miserable.
What else would you expect when you had the chicken pox?
A.N. Welp, there's the first chapter. But, like so many of my stories, it's going to take a while to crank out the next one. So, if you liked it, review, and be prepared to wait.