Hey guys, so this is my first fanfiction ever so bear with me, okay? I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to hear your reviews.

The last thing Jack expected to happen to him, was to be attacked by elves. Yes, elves. Like the kind that build toys and shit for all the little children of the world.

Jack walked down a deserted cobblestone alleyway of Burgess, a small city in Wisconsin or something. He hadn't bother to find out. His ice staff clutched in his pale hand, thrown nonchalantly on his left shoulder, whilst his other hand laid nestled in the pocket of his blue hoodie. Jack's snow hair fell handsomely over his icy eyes, which surveyed the dark street lazily. He was alone, like usual. Ever since the Choosing, that was the way it had been. To be Chosen was both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was quite great really, Jack thought. You get the powers, the gifts, the freedom, the ability to bring joy to all children of every nation. Well, at least for the Big Four. Jack Frost was a known name but it didn't get the glory or the holiday that Jack thought it deserved. And why he couldn't join the Four, he didn't understand. He had been Chosen just the same as they were. Not that he wanted to be part of that anymore. He was over the rejection now but sometimes he would think about what North had said to him.

"Jack, ya need ta look insi' yerself. Figer out how to get hold o' those powers o' yers. Fi' ow yer center."

Jack had scoffed, before arguing that he had full control of his powers, demonstrating this by freezing two unfortunate elves with a angry wave of his crooked staff.

He still didn't get what the large man had been trying to tell him. Gain control of his powers? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He could already conjure up large gusts of wind and snow with a swipe of his staff, paint windows with delicate pixie pattern and bring about the greatest ice storms to last a millennia.

But of course he couldn't.

At least not with her around.

Funny Jack thought about her at a moment like this.

A small creature scurried out of Jack's line of vision under the dim lighting of a street lamp. He whirled, staff pointed defensively in the direction of the shadow.

Jack really had no reason to fear. He was invisible to all mortal beings. But for some reason Jack felt insecure, threatened and, damn him if he admitted it to anybody else, a little bit frightened. Nobody could see him accept the Guardians themselves and usually when they wanted Jack, it wasn't for tea and biscuits.

And hiding in the shadows, surrounding their prey, wasn't their tactic. No, something else was following Jack tonight. And like the little whisperings of the Moon, something about this situation told him to be wary.

There is was again!

A tiny shadow, small figure, streaking across the alleyway out of the corner of his eye.

And another.

And another.

There was more than one. Great, he was being hunted by miniature shadows.

"Show yourself!" He called out into the night.

Silence.

And then...

BLAM!

Jack spun at inhuman speed and blasted a long streak of ice towards a large dumpster. There was a thunk, followed by a small shriek that pierced the cold night air.

Jack almost couldn't help the predatory smirk that would have made the women of the world swoon.

If they could see him, that was.

He crept towards the small patch of darkness. He must be cautious now. No telling what else could be lurking in the shadows.

A lump appeared in the twilight.

There, hat pinned to the wall by an icicle, was an elf. A teeny-tiny one at that. It wore what looked like an oversized maroon dress with a little belt to keep the cloth up. The winter spirit leaned in closer to the strange being which, in return, stared at Jack wide-eyed, heart pumping.

"Please, Mr. Frost, don't hurt mes!" His voice was tiny as well. "We weren't meanings to hurt you. We just needed to askes you about a somethings important."

"We?" Jack wondered.

"Well, you see..." The elf giggled nervously.

With a mighty screech another elf leaped out of the shadows and landed on Jack, sending him reeling to the middle of the alleyway. He swung hard with his staff, hitting the poor little creature with an astounding crack! The elf slammed into the wall and slumped to the ground limper than a doll. Jack immediately felt bad. That was before the elf, shaking, got to its' feet and blew a feeble whistle. That was enough. His crystal blue eyes widened. He knew it, deep down in his cold, cool heart, that he was screwed. Big time. An elf appeared out of the twilight. Then another and another and another! And another! He was surrounded. Yep, definitely screwed.

Jack tried to back away but he found little men behind him. He was surrounded, mouse and cat. He almost laughed at the irony of it.

"Look guys, I don't want any trouble. Let's just talk about it okay." Jack was negotiating now, his hands held up in a peaceful gesture, his staff held between his cold fingers. All he really wanted was to get them off guard, fire a few icicles and Bata-bing Bata-bung, he was home free.

"N-no, they have warned us of these traps. We must captures you Jack Frost." Cried one.

Well, crap.

"Alright boys, if that's how you want it?" He shrugged nonchalantly. " Let the games begin!"

Quicker than a sneeze, Jack shot forward, batting little men away with his staff and capturing several in icy tombs. It was a wonderful tactic really, the elves couldn't do anything if he decided to blast them with cold ice, but they had strength in numbers. Whenever he took out five, ten more seemed to replace them. He was being covered with little elf people. They ran down his arms, clung to his legs, bit at his ears and tore at his hair. Jack refused to be beaten by tiny men. He fought with more vigor, whacking away elf after elf with his wooden scepter of power. He began to beat the little monsters back, turning, kicking, icing, using everything he had. Jack could feel it now.

He could take them. In a matter of minutes, a large pile of elves lay on the cobblestone ground. Jack allowed himself a satisfied smile and a smug twirl of the staff.

"All in a day's work." He said, smirking.

But it wasn't over just yet. Something whistled through the air towards the cocky winter spirit. Jack barely managed to dodge the silver knife that sliced past his ear and imbedded itself in the opposite brick wall.

"Again!?" He cried exasperently.

The world must have him in it's-peoples'-lives-to-fuck-with list.

He spun into a disoriented defensive position, shooting a icy projectile in the direction of the knife's source.

The figure simply caught it and cast it aside like a child would discard a bubblegum wrapper, unfazed.

"Now, now, Jackie."

Jack froze. He knew that voice and only one person ever called him Jackie.

"Where are your manners'?" A teenager arose from the shadows. He had carroty hair that fell about his face in a handsomely messy fashion, but they could not hide his grass eyes nor his pointed ears, for that matter. There was something impish about the boy as well. Maybe it was the way he smirked or the clothes he wore, a long sleeved forest tunic, long brown pants with dark leather boots. But he radiated a humor, a very dark humor though. Or it could just be the ears. Yep, Jack decided, definitely the ears. He swaggered towards Jack, a belt of knives glittering evilly as they swayed to and fro.

Jack stood up, leaning on his staff and managing an arrogant smirk before replying.

"Probably where the Devil went, burning with all the other fucks I give but thanks for caring anyway, Pan."

Pan stopped a couple feet away from the frost bringer, wisely out of freeze zone.

"When are you going to stop calling me Pan? It's Pan'nuck, with a 'nuck."

"About the same time you stop calling me Jackie." Jack retorted.

"Touche."

"Sooooo," Jack started. "What brings you to fine Burgess?" He spread his arms wide, as if to show the great splendor of rotting garbage in an alleyway.

"Oh, you know." Pan'nuck shrugged nonchalantly. "Running errands and shit."

"What, like kidnapping the infamous Jack Frost? And since when did you have Santa's elv-" Jack stopped talking. Of course! He berated himself for being a moron. If ole' Pan was here and so were the elves then that would mean...

Pan'nuck looked at him expectantly, waiting for it to sink in.

"Oh, no. No. No. No."

The elf raised an eyebrow.

"No, Pan! There is no way in hell I'm going. You can't just drag me to the North Pole."

"Yes, Jack, I can." He was serious now. " Fact is, we need you and you need us. There's no way around it."

"You need me?" Jack's blood boiled. "And I need you? No Pan! I've been on my own for three hundred years and I'm doing great without your little bribing traditions." He spat on the ground. The spittle immediately became ice.

Pan sighed, "Well. I hoped it wouldn't come to this." The carrot-haired boy dipped his hand into a small pouch on his belt.

"What're you.." Jack never got to finish his sentence.

Pan blew the golden dust in his palm towards Jack, who crumbled to the ground, snoring.

"Adorable." Pan'nuck remarked, looking down at the sleeping, immortal, white-haired teen.

An elf got up groaning from the pile of similar beings and waddled towards Pan'nuck who glanced down at the little man.

"Now it's time to put yourself to use."

The elf groaned again. This was not going to be fun for him. Pan'nuck thought differently.

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*Peace sign*