A/n: here it is! The sequel to Remembering, the collection of one-shots/arcs! I hope you guys like it and thanks so much for all of the support during Remembering. I take requests. Please favorite, review, and follow! You can request a one-shot/arc either in a review or in a PM but the best way is through a PM since I may not see the review and I'll try my best to respond to every review/PM/request though. Thanks guys! Hope you like the start of the sequel!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians nor do I own the Guardians of Childhood Series. They both belong to DreamWorks and William Joyce. I only own my OC's, plots, ideas, and text. No copyright infringement intended. This is purely for my own entertainment and the entertainment of others. I do not own Emma or Tempest Storm. Emma belongs to Qwerty124 and Tempest Storm belongs to Time to Be.

Chapter 1

The Bodyguard Dilemma

Emma walked down the library aisles, looking curiously at the titles that seemed the most interestingly to her. She floated upwards to the sixth shelf and grabbed the book, Halo by Alexandra Adornetto. She looked at the summary and sat down on the carpeted floor. Angels and humans…interesting enough to satisfy her voluminous need for fiction.

Emma was wearing something different today, blood red high-waist shorts with dark blue suspenders, light blue shirt underneath her favorite black zip-up hoodie. Her hood was down this time, and her hair was in a messy bun.

When she was immersed fifty pages in, she heard someone calling her name. She blinked, and looked up to see Jack looking down at her, head cocked to the side adorably. She grinned up at him, carefully remembering the page she was on, and closed the book, setting it beside her.

Jack was wearing his normal attire, brown pants and blue hoodie, staff, and no shoes. To be honest, Emma didn't think he had anything else than the clothes he wore. His hair was ruffled by the swirling winds outside. If he were alive, his cheeks would've been flushed by the thrill of riding the winds.

"Hey Em," Jack beamed at her.

"Jack! I thought you were at the Pole?" Emma asked.

Jack shrugged. "They were boring me, telling me what to do, what I shouldn't say, where I should go ― I was going insane! So, instead of wreaking havoc in the workshop, I escaped with the elves' help."

"The menaces to society?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

Jack nodded. "They are great at distractions, the hellions. Anyway, I've been riding around since noon, spreading snow, having snowball fights and whatnot. I haven't seen you since we watched my memories, and that was three weeks ago! So, how's life? Has anyone been bothering you?"

Emma rolled her eyes at Jack, who was slowly going into his "over-protective brother mode".

"I'm fine, Jack." Emma said. "No one has been bothering me since I've been holed up in libraries' of all variety around the world."

Jack nodded. "So, are you looking for something?"

Emma shook her head. "No. I'm just reading for fun, this time." Emma grinned as she put emphasis on the word 'fun'.

Jack smirked roguishly. "Now you're talking." Jack plopped down next to Emma; his staff loose in his grip. Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head at her best friend.

"Hey, isn't the Winter Solstice coming up soon?" Emma asked.

Jack nodded, and groaned. "Ugh, I'm so not looking forward to this years' family bonding."

"Why not?" inquired Emma, who fixed her large chocolate brown eyes on Jack's icy blue orbs. Something unfathomable, unthinkable, unexplainable ached inside of Jack but he pushed the feeling away, and settled his attention on the reasons why he was dreading the coming Solstice.

"So, you see, Mother Nature is very overprotective of me for some reason," Jack said with a frown. "Honestly, every time we meet she insists on calling me her baby!" His scowl deepened as he looked at Emma. "I mean, do I look like a baby to you?"

Emma covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. She recovered slightly and cleared her throat. She smiled blindingly at Jack. "I think it's cute."

"Cute." Jack grumbled before continuing. "Anyway, last Summer Solstice – you know when Merida, accidentally, set me on fire – she assigned me these two guards of hers and they won't leave me alone! Do you know how many times I've had to ditch them? It's like they have some weird Jack Radar coded in their DNA!"

Emma snorted. "Jack Radar?"

"Yes!" Jack nodded his head fervently. "Jack Radar! No matter how many times I evade them, tell them to leave me alone, they keep coming back to me! For goodness sake, I threw one off a cliff!"

Emma gasped and slapped Jack on his forearm. "Jack Frost, you didn't." scolded Emma with a disheartened frown.

"Yes, I did." Jack presumed. "I mean, I fled after I was completely sure he was alright – and that's the other thing! The dude didn't even have a scratch on him – not a scratch and I threw him off a cliff! What's up with that?" ended Jack with a shrilly note.

Emma blinked. "I don't know, and I'm the Spirit of Wisdom."

Jack gave her a look. "Spirit of Wisdom, not Creation."

Emma rolled her eyes. Jack rubbed the spot where she'd hit him, and pouted.

"That hurt, you know," spluttered Jack. "I can't believe you hit me."

"Aw, does the wittle baby need Mummy to kiss his boo-boo?"

Both Emma and Jack froze. Jack gripped his staff as he got to his feet. "What are you doing here?" snarled Jack.

Heath smirked. "Did Jackie-boy miss me?"

"You're still on probation!" Emma stumbled. "What – how – ?"

"There are loopholes in everything, dear Emmie." Heath said in a sultry voice much similar to that of Seva.

"Don't call me Emmie!" Emma snarled. "My name is Emma."

"Aren't you just a feisty little kitten," Heath smiled creepily.

"Hi, Jack!" A female voice greeted cheerfully. "Hey there, Emma,"

Jack turned his head to see Pippa standing behind Emma; she was holding three books in her arms with a pencil behind her ear. She was wearing winter weather clothes, complete with a parka, heavy boots, thick thermal pants, and a snug sweater. Her brown hair was pulled atop her head in a bun. She blinked at Emma and Jack's defensive stance before moving her eyes towards Heath. She recognized him easily, and her eyes narrowed and darkened.

"So," She clucked her tongue. "This is Heath. Still alive and kicking, I see."

Heath blinked at her. "And who are you?"

"Pippa's the name." Pippa said. "Why are you here?"

"I wasn't aware that I was banned from the premises." Heath smoothly said. In his head, he was thinking that this was a mortal who could see Spirits and mythical creatures, without the pretense of believing in it all.

Pippa seethed with hatred in her eyes. "You're banned from this state."

Heath frowned. "What have I done that is so bad?"

"What have you done?" Pippa nearly shrieked, but then remembered she was in a public place and lowered her voice. "What haven't you done?"

Heath's frown deepened. He never remembered meeting this girl. Surely, he would remember seeing such a beautiful face but, then again, ever since the probation, and Seva disappearing, he couldn't remember much anyway. It was weird, the memory loss. And, even though he'd never dare admit it, it was sort of terrifying.

"I suggest you leave." Pippa forcefully said. "As in, right now,"

Heath blinked, scowled for a moment, glanced at Jack and Emma, before resigning. "Alright, mi bella," He purred. "Only because you asked me to,"

Pippa blinked as disgust rolled down her back at the suggestive, seductive look Heath sent her before he vanished in thin air. Pippa shuddered. "Ugh, I hate creeps like him," she complained. "It's the reason why I wanted to be home schooled."

Pippa looked over at the two immortal fourteen-year-olds. "You two alright?" asked Pippa.

Emma nodded her head, as did Jack but the latter looked more shaken by the encounter. Jack's eyes were wide, frightened, and his face was pale. "Jack?" Emma asked. "Are you alright?"

Jack blinked and his face cleared a moment later, as if he hadn't been terrified at all. He smiled at Emma and Pippa. "Yeah, I'm good." Then, he frowned, and looked at the spot where Heath vanished. "It's just…he's planning something. I don't know what, exactly."

"How do you know he's planning something?" questioned Pippa, who was vehemently against Jack and Emma getting hurt in any way, shape, or form.

"He left too easily, too quickly." Jack said absentmindedly, while inwardly asking the famous question.

Just what are you planning?

Jack whistled as he walked along the frozen lake that he claimed as his 300 or so years ago. He had a bounce in his step as he stepped onto his lake, giving it another layer of ice as he walked. His staff was hanging loosely on his shoulders, and he blinked up at the sky which was painted with reds, oranges, purples, and pinks as the sun was slowly drifting down.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Jack whirled around, heart thudding, to see Heath standing on the lake's shore. He was wearing his lizard skin boots, which protected him from the cold and the frostbite that Jack's snow and winter brought Summer Sprites.

Jack gulped, thinking nervously, he can't hurt me. I'm on ice, he's, like, allergic to it.

"What do you want?" Jack murmured.

"To talk," Heath said, tilting his head to the side.

Jack responded, "And what if I don't want to talk to you?"

"Well then, that's a problem." Heath smiled cruelly. "If you don't want to talk, then, I'll just have to make you."

"Wh―" Jack started to say but was cut off when tendrils wrapped around his forearms. They tightened on his pale, delicate skin, leaving angry red welt marks as he struggled. "What is―?" He was cut off once more when the tendrils glowed a dark red, and pain rolled inside of Jack. The pain was indescribable, unfathomable, and it made Jack sink to his knees.

"Let's talk, Jackie-boy." Heath said. "I still want to get revenge for what you did to me and Seva back in 1924."

"I…I…didn't do…any…thing…" Jack panted.

More tendrils moved about to wrap around Jack's legs and back. Jack groaned underneath the agony of it all.

"You made a mockery of us both!" Heath steamed. "And since Seva has disappeared, it's up to me to give you your punishment."

Jack screamed.

"I don't think so," A cold voice said.

It was simultaneous. The tendrils had vanished and Jack's pain was relieved while chains were being wrapped around Heath's form, glowing the bright blue glow of Mother Nature. Jack blinked through the foggy haze of exertion as he felt hands rubbing his back gently, murmuring words in another language that he didn't understand.

"…what…?" Jack managed to groan as trembled wracked his body.

"Hello, Jack Frost." The cold voice spoke, and a Spirit walked out of the shadows.

But, this Spirit was not Pitch Black. This Spirit's name was Hadrian, and he was one of the Spirit's that Mother Nature assigned to protect her baby from the world around him. The other bodyguard was a female – Yuki – who was also proficient in the Healing Arts. She was currently working her magic on Jack to ease the pain and rid the grotesque welts.

Heath choked, "Who are you?"

"I am Hadrian." He introduced himself. "I am not a Spirit but a Guardian that works for, and with, Mother Nature. My partner, Yuki, is the same as me as well."

Yuki looked up briefly at the mention of her name but once realizing she was needed turned her attention back on Jack, who was looking like he'd seen better days.

"And you, Heath, Sprite of Summer," Hadrian rumbled. "Have been playing a dangerous game, and it is time to end it."

"W-What are you going to do to me?" Heath whimpered.

If this were another time, another place, and another situation, the sight of Heath whimpering and sobbing would've made Jack laugh at the irony, at the spin of victims, but Jack was in too much pain to even lift his hand.

"It is not my place to decide." Hadrian said. "But Mother Nature surely can come up with a suitable punishment. This time, for eternity," With that said, Hadrian snapped his fingers, and Heath disappeared. Hadrian rushed towards Jack's side and asked Yuki, "Permanent damage?"

"None that I've seen," Yuki responded. "So far he's good but he's in shock a bit. Good thing we came when we did. Those tendrils would've made him unable to move for a thousand years."

Hadrian blinked, shocked. "Where did he get such a thing?"

"I don't know." Yuki said. "I don't want to know. I just want to fix Jack before―"

"Jack?! Where is he? WHERE IS MY BABY!?"