Author's Note: I got this idea at about 4:15 PM on December 18th, 2012 (one week before Christmas). Sometimes I wonder if I'm just weird . . . Oh, and I changed Jack to about 14 years old in this story, just because I wanted to!
SUMMARY: When Jack died, he still had 7 of his baby teeth. So for the last 7 days before Christmas he's going to lose all them - one way or another. Series of one-shots!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own RotG or the characters, but I do own this fan fiction!
General POV, about 100 years ago (present time: 2112)
It was a normal day for Bunnymund; he was painting eggs for next month's Easter, giving each one a unique and colorful design.
That's when he heard a knock.
Slightly surprised someone had gotten into the Warren, Bunnymund stood up and opened the door, only to reveal a smiling Jack Frost.
"Hey!" the albino teen cheered. Of course it was him, no spirit besides the guardians and Jack Frost (whom was officially guardian) could get into his Warren without a magical snow globe.
"What do 'ya want, Frostbite?"
"Don't be such a stick in the mud!" Jack said, smirking mischievously. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go sledding!"
"Sledding?" the bunny said hesitantly. He could barley stand the cold as is, but sledding with Jack Frost?
"Please?" the young guardian begged, lip quivering.
Bunnymund rolled his eyes, "Fine."
The winter spirit jumped with glee and immediately flew off to the North Pole, whilst Bunnymund tapped his foot and made a hole.
In an instant, they were both at Santa's workshop.
"You ready Kangaroo?" Jack asked as a mischievous smile spread across his face.
"J-Jack, are 'ya sure this is even safe?"
Chances are it wasn't; the two spirits were at the top of a steep cliff coated in thick layers of ice. Somewhere in the middle of the drop was a series of traps set to make the ride more "exciting", but Bunnymund thought it was just one huge death trap.
"Positive! Now let's get a move on, shall we?"
Without time to protest further, Bunnymund was launched down hill.
Though most of the ride was a blur (and his life flashing before his eyes), Bunnymund remembered that they were going at extreme speeds, barley dodging the pine trees that stood in their way.
Oh yes, and then there was the crash.
It seems that in the time Jack spent defeating Pitch, some idiot had caused a rock avalanche throughout the small section of the North Pole he used for sledding, and Jack and Bunnymund crashed right into the biggest stone.
After spending what felt like hours on his side, Bunnymund got up to survey the damage.
The ice sled Jack had made was now shattered into a billion pieces, his staff lay unharmed next to the shards.
Wait . . . if that's his staff, then where's the ankle-bitter?
As if answering his question, the wind blew towards a large tree about three feet away.
There stood Jack, hand covering his mouth (which now had blood leaking out of it) and eyes shut tight with pain.
"Jack?" Bunnymund said, slowly approaching the younger guardian. "Jack, are you okay?"
Jack looked up, dazed and stuttering. "I-I think I just . . ."
"You think you just what? Spit it out!"
The winter spirit removed his hand, revealing a gap in place of one of his front top teeth.
"I think I lost a tooth."
Toothina was a busy person (being the tooth fairy and all), so she spent very little time skimming the details of each child whom had lost a tooth.
Of course, that didn't apply when 'Jack Overland Frost' appeared on her list.
According to the list, Jack and Bunny had gone on an extremely risky sledding trip, only to crash face-first into a large rock. Tooth was absolutely delighted when she checked the charts, seeing Jack still had six more baby teeth to lose over the next eternity.
"Oh baby tooth!" she called. "It seems were going out in the field today!"
When Tooth looked into the window of Jack's 'room', she was surprised to find the teen fast asleep in bed. Most guardians spent little time asleep, and Jack was no such exception.
The boy's face while he was sleeping showed he truly was still a child, pearly skin shining in the moonlight. If there weren't a risk of waking him up, Tooth would have gone over there and hugged him to death.
Of course, now wasn't the time for that.
Gently, she crept her hand under the frost-covered pillow, moving until . . .
She pulled out the tooth and inspected it before giggling to herself in amusement.
Most people lose their central incisors when they're six or seven, but Jacks fourteen!
She and baby tooth slid towards the window once again, taking one last look at the sleeping boy.
I wonder how many more times I'll get to visit him like this . . .
Well, that's it for the 1st chapter! I've counted the days, and the last chapter will be posted Christmas morning. So excited!
RotG Fact: Jack's official age is 18 in the movie, but most fan fictions base him being about 15 years old.