A/N: Hello my beautiful reader(s)! Welcome to my humble little story here on this wonderful site. I have read many awesome drabbles and series of oneshots and decided to try my hand at writing some. I'm going to attempt humor, family, and plenty of angst. My muse is kind today and may provide several updates, and being on summer vacation helps too. I welcome prompts, requests, and brilliant ideas. However, I do not write slash, mpreg, lemons, smut, etc., etc. I hope you enjoy! And if anyone wants to be a beta reader, let me know. I don't catch all of my mistakes, but I do my best. I'm not going to attempt the accents. I'm rather bad at trying to include them. Now, enough of my rambling. Read on!

Chapter 1: "The Missing Tooth"

Post-movie

It was an ordinary day at the North Pole, or at least that's what it appeared to be. Elves wandered happily through the halls, playing tag and causing general mischief. Yetis hurried around, carrying toys to and fro. It was on a fine June morning that a certain winter spirit flew in, searching the halls for a particular Russian.

"North! Where are you?" Jack yelled, peering into rooms and corridors while dodging yetis and elves. He flew down several corridors before stopping outside a closed door. Loud Russian music echoed from within and North was humming along, while the sounds of saws and small picks filtered through underneath the louder sounds. Jack pushed the door open and flew in, narrowly avoiding an ice origami crane that flapped around before settling on the train track. "Ah, Jack, vhat are you doing here?" North asked curiously, pushing up his goggles and pausing his music.

"Planning a little bit of payback for Tooth dumping a load of toothpaste on me after I ate a few cookies," he explained with a mischievous smirk. "A few?" North asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Okay, ten or twelve. They were good, you can't blame me!" Jack protested. North chuckled and shook his head. "No, I too have falling prey to ze cookies, and Tooth's resulting insanity over oral hygiene. But how this concerns me, I do not understand," he replied, puzzled. "Let me tell you the plan…," Jack told him, leaning forward and whispering into his ear.

North let out a loud laugh and smiled at the spirit's plan. "Is good plan, Jack. I will play my part," he said with a nod. "Great! I'll tell Sandy and Bunny. Organize a meeting in about an hour," Jack called, zooming out the window.

It was a quiet night over Japan and the children were fast asleep. Although they weren't aware of it, small streams of golden sand were flowing into their rooms and hovering over their heads, urging the spark of imagination to grow into beautiful dreams. Hovering over the town of Tokyo, a small, golden man relaxed on his dreamcloud, sending out streams all over the part of the globe that was in the shadows of night. He had just finished Asia when he heard a voice calling his name.

"Hey Sandy! I have a favor to ask you," Jack called, flying over and sitting on his cloud. Sandy grinned, always happy to see his favorite winter spirit. He had watched over Jack during the 300 years he was alone, unable to make contact as much as he would have liked, and now seeing him fitting into his role as a Guardian made him happier than he had been in a while. For a long time, he had settled for the monotony of his life, sending dreams to children all over the world for hundreds of year, but now Jack Frost had come and shaken everything up, for all of the Guardians.

"So I have this plan, and I need to inform you so you won't freak out, although I think Tooth is definitely going to throw a fit," he began. Sandy formed a question mark over his head, curious to know what he was planning. Jack leaned forward, like he had with North, and whispered his plan. A smile grew on Sandy's face as he listened, and he nodded eagerly. He felt a brief pang of pity for Tooth, but it was all in good fun so he signaled his agreement.

Jack grinned. "Great! I'll see you at the meeting," he called as he flew off to go find a way into Bunny's warren.

Jack knew just where to look, and so he flew south to Australia. Judging by the Kangaroo's accent, he had to spend a lot of time here, so it made sense that an entrance to his warren would be around here somewhere. "If I were the Kangaroo, where would I put my home?" Jack mused aloud, looking around. It was night, so the temperature was comfortably cool and the wind carried him all over the continent, searching for an entrance, until at last he spotted a furry tail disappearing into a hole in the ground. Before it could close up, Jack had shot down it, aided by the wind for an extra burst of speed before the hole closed overhead and he followed the tail until he found himself in the Warren.

Bunny shivered as a burst of cool air came out of the tunnel behind him and he whirled around to spot a certain Guardian of Fun grinning at him as he landed on the ground, swinging his staff over his shoulder.

"What do you want, Frostbite?" he grumbled, irritated that Jack had managed to follow him into his once private home. "Aren't you happy to see me Kangaroo?" he asked, adopting a look of innocence. "Just tell me why you're here and then leave me to my googies," Bunny grumbled as a swarm of eggs surrounded them. "I think you'll be interested to hear of my latest plan. And I need your help with some… acting," Jack explained, a familiar smirk crossing his face. "No way, I am not going to be the butt of another one of your stupid pranks, mate," Bunny retorted, turning away and hopping over a field.

"Just hear me out! It's not you I'm after, it's Tooth. It's just some harmless fun," Jack protested. Bunny's ears perked up at hearing Jack's target, as did his curiosity. "All right, I'm listening," he replied, trying to maintain an expression of disinterest. Jack smiled and explained his plan.

"A molar in Des Moines, sector eight! Incisors in New York City, east block!" Tooth ordered, spreading out orders among her fairies. One who had returned from a tooth run flew to her, squeaking urgently. "A meeting? Is it Pitch? Did something happen?" she asked rapidly, immediately flying to the North Pole. After a quick flight, she flew in through the window, landing on the ground in front of the globe.

"North! What's going on?" she asked, hurrying over to the big fellow. "Just a checkup meeting. I decided to hold it early, big supply shipment due on our normal date," he explained. Sandy floated over, hiding a grin through his excitement of the upcoming prank. "Jack and Bunny are late," Tooth observed, floating over to a window to watch outside before letting out a gasp.

"Tooth? Is something wrong?" North asked, coming to look out the window beside her. "Jack and Bunny, they're fighting!" she shrieked, flying out the window to go break it up. As she arrived, North and Sandy trailing behind, Bunny's paw connected with Jack's face and he stumbled back, holding a hand to his cheek before a weird expression crossed his face and he spat out something small and white into his hand. "JACK!" Tooth screamed, flying over and prying open his mouth. One of his molars, his beautiful molars, was gone. Tooth backed away slowly, trembling, before turning to Bunny with an angry expression. "BUNNY!" she shrieked, flying over to him threateningly. "How DARE you?! You knocked out one of his beautiful teeth!" she screamed, before realizing what she had said and promptly fainted, along with some of her fairies who had accompanied her.

Everyone broke out into loud giggles, chuckles, and guffaws. "Oh, that was great!" Bunny chuckled. Jack dropped the small pebble and began rubbing at the paint that covered his tooth. "She vill not be happy when she awakes," North warned them as Sandy picked himself up from where he had been rolling on the ground in glee.

"Yep, I know. But I figured that the relief of my tooth still being in my mouth and undamaged will calm the beast," Jack replied, unconcerned.

Later on, after Tooth had awoken and gotten over her shock, she laughed along with the rest, although she still shot Jack a threatening glare that hinted at revenge in the future but he was too happy at his success to care.

A/N: Imagine if Jack actually lost a tooth. She would have a bigger fit than that, probably. This just came from the recesses of my mind so I figured I'd start this story on a happy note. Review, please, and leave suggestions!