There are some fantastic stories for Jack and the Guardians. But not a whole lot of time travel. Here's my shot at it.

Cover art by the very kind SizzlyCrisp on Deviantart.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of 'Rise of the Guardians.' Everything else is mine.

Enjoy!

Jack Frost and the Sands of Time

Chapter 1

Darkness swirled around the grass like mist on a moor, stormy clouds of grey and purple swirling overhead. Barely any light lit this dim place, seeming to come from the crumpled grass. Islands of grassy earth hung in the sky, a scant few dotted with scraggly trees. The body of Jack Frost was laid out haphazardly on the cold, damp ground of one such island, his staff broken into peices a few feet away from him. His pants were shredded, his blue jacket in tatters that barely clung to his bruised shoulders.

"By Cronos, when Moon-boy messes up, he really messes up, doesn't he?"

At the sound of the odd, multi-toned voice, Jack slowly began to return to consciousness. It felt like he was trying to push his way through cold maple syryp. He found enough energy to try to open his eyes, and blinked as the world seemed to blur in and out of focus. He suddenly became aware of the cold beneath him, the swirling clouds that seemed ridiculously close above him, and one other thing.

He hurt. Like firey hell.

Everywhere.

The winter spirit groaned as he tried to move his head and body, checking for injuries. The conclusion was that his body was a bloody mess, literally. He could tell he had some internal bleeding, that was definately more than four bones broken, and from the way the world kept tilting back and forth (despite his laying flat on the ground), he figured that he had a moderate concussion.

"And you're counted dead a second time, lets not forget that. And the entire world with you," the voice said nearby.

"...what?" his voice scratched out, his throat feeling like sandpaper soaked with acid had rubbed it raw.

There was the sound of a short sigh. "This is annoying. One second, I'll have you reversed to a more coherent state of being." Jack heard a finger-snap-

And he suddenly sat up, whole and healthy. "Whoa! What-" He patted himself down, shocked to see that all of his previous injuries were gone. Even his clothes were mended from their torn and ragged state. " ...how did you do that?" He glanced around, seeing nothing and no one in the dark mist surrounding him. At first he worried that he was in some kind of nightmare, but the aura of calm around him said otherwise. It also still begged the question, "Who are you? And where are we?"

There was the sound of a small, soft laugh. "In order; I reversed your time, I'm the Master of Time, and we're outside of your dimension's time, in the Void between Time and Space," the voice said. "I'll explain more about the situation after you're done having your fit."

Jack blinked in confusion. "What fit?"

There was a slight pause, then the voice said one name, a touch of sympathy ringing in it. "E. Aster Bunnymund."

"What about Bunny-"-Jack gasped, memory flooding back to him.

Bunnymund was...oh god, Aster was-

Pitch had-

Oh MiM, no, he had...

Jack remembered. The war was over. The Guardians had lost.

The entire world had lost.