[ CHAPTER 3

Testosterone Will Be Testosterone

MW-S POV ]

"Whoa. I mean, the tabloids said you were hot, but I didn't thing you were this gorgeous" was his first sentence after he got out of the red sack. To be specific, North's bag that carries all the presents for children on Christmas. And to be even more specific, I'm talking about Jackson Frost.

I was taken aback by the immortals comment, nobody had the audacity to speak to me in such a carefree manner. I was feared, respected, my entire aura oozed self-confidence, enough to make anyone cower. Besides the Guardians, they weren't affected by my ways. So why was he talking to me in a way that made me feel as if we were equals?

He wasn't a Guardian yet. He wasn't even trusted enough by myself for me to act moderately pleasant. I act with the Guardians in a manner that was less, cold than how I act around everyone else, so why did he think he could talk to me in the way that he did? It was a nice change, yes, but it was weird and offensive even.

"What?" I asked in an incredulous tone. I mean, I seriously could not believe he was talking to me in the way that he was.

"The tabloids, magazines, and even newspapers, always talk about how much of a warrior hottie you are. I just didn't believe you were this beautiful. You're much prettier in person, doll. How about we go on a date after this kidnapping thing gets resolved? We could go to my place and—"

Before he could finish his suggestion, I had twisted the face of my watch, knocked him in his back, and pointed the tip of my trident at his throat. All in less than half a minute. Geeze didn't the same thing happen earlier today? There goes my two hour record of no fighting.

"No one, I mean absolutely no one insults a Guardian, especially me, much less a mere, common immortal like yourself" I seethed, glaring at Jackson Frost while a few stray hairs that had escaped my messy ponytail framed my face.

"You're even hotter up close" he said, and I pressed my trident closer to his throat, until I could practically feel the vibrations from his gulp.

"Don't. You. Dare. Call me those putrid names" I said, "because if you do, my beautiful trident here will show you something just as unpleasant as—"

"Alright Weather-Seasons, enough is enough, I'm pretty sure you scared the boy enough for a lifetime. He—" started Matthew, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Quite the opposite actually. Tell me Weather-Seasons, are you always this fiesty and attractive? Because it's a huge turn—" started the immortal, but I interrupted him.

"One more peep, and I will end your life Jack Frost." I threatened, just as North warned me to get off of the guy. I complied, but only because the immortals Listerine-blue eyes were creeping me out.

"Wow, what a welcome party. So, anyway, now that I can actually admire the place and not be distracted by a certain someone's beauty, this is what the inside this place looks like?" he asked, more to himself than anyone in particular.

"Yes, now—" started Matthew, clearly anxious to get the whole ordeal over with, but he was cut off by Frost.

"Slow down, would ya? I've been trying to bust in here for years. I want a good look." he said, just as everyone eyed him weirdly and he bumped into a yeti, my favorite yeti, "Whoa don't worry, never got pass the yetis. Oh, hey Phil."

Phil glared at him.

"You never got past them because I trained them. I designed the security detail of this place. So I would reckon you don't ever try that again" I said, with a hint of barely-held-back anger.

"Speaking of the yeti, I thought all the elves made the gifts?" he asked, and North elaborated by gesturing towards some of the elves.

"Um, they're a little too...preoccupied in the head for that" he said, earning a chuckle from Jack.

"Ooh, question, am I on the naughty list?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was, he ought to know.

"Naughty list? You hold record" said North, and I cleared my throat, "For second place that is" he finished, and I gloated on the inside.

"Hm, who would've thought a Guardian would be on the naughty list" he said, throwing in a wink, "Oh and speaking of you guys, I must've done something really bad to get 6 of you together" he said, rather amused with himself.

"No, actually—"

"I mean, Santa Claus, Sandman, the Toothfairy, Cupid, and Mother Nature herself, even the Easter Kangaroo" he said, obviously only saying the last part to aggravate Aster. Clearly they had history.

"The what? I'm a bunny" replied Bunnymund, defending the fact that he didn't have a pouch with a little Joey inside.

"Hey, so tell me guys, why am I here?" asked Jack, grabbing a wooden staff and floating onto a nearby desk. He sat down, one leg on the edge and another dangling. He looked so comfortable, as if his life had not been in extreme danger only less that half an hour ago.

As I've become accustomed to when around the other Guardians, I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"You here, because you Guardian!" said North as a parade of fire baton wielding yeti and trumpet playing elves walked into the meeting room.

They played loudly (and horribly) and brought him a pair of ridiculous looking, elf-like, blue shoes. I wonder if they ever did that for me...

"NO!" I heard the pre-Guardian yell, as he slammed the point of his staff onto the floor, sending great gusts of wind in every degree of a 360° degree circle around the immortal. Everyone was knocked back a few steps, the fire went out, and everything was silent.

"No? What's do you mean no? Everybody want to be Guardian! Music!" said North with so much gusto, that it seemed as if everything was okay. But then Jackson yelled ,

"No! No music" and everything was back to silent. One elf, so caught up in how amazing his performance was, even threw down his trumpet and stopped away. Poor little guy.

"I don't understand..?" said North, awaiting Jackson's elaboration.

"Look, you don't want me. You're all hard work and deadlines! I'm... snowballs and fun times. I'm not a Guardian" he said, and I scoffed a bit, knowing that for one in his entire existence, or maybe twice, the moon had made a mistake. Jack raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing.

"I think we just dodged a bullet here, guys. I mean what does this clown know about bringing joy to children anyway?" exclaimed Bunnymund, and I shot him a look for using the 'C' word. He rolled his eyes but gave me a look that said "Sorry, mate".

"Uh — ever hear of a 'snow day?' I know its no 'hardboiled egg,' but kids like what I do" retorted Jack, and as I was about to interject, Bunnymund spit out the lowest blow anyone could make to a common immortal.

"But none of them believe in you, do they mate?" he asked, and my eyes went wide. (More than two emotions in one day? What was wrong with me?)

"Bunny!" scolded Tooth, the most compassionate of us all.

"No, no. The Easter Kangaroo is right." retorted Jackson, bringing back the insult that angered Bunnymund.

"The-the what? What are you calling me? I am not a kangaroo, mate." said Bunnymund, once more.

" If you're not a kangaroo, then what are you?" asked Jack, just as he and Bunnymund were face to face, and Hell was about to break loose.

"Look, before you two show ponies rip each other's heads off, how about we give Jackie over here a few days, maybe weeks, to decide what he wants to do. After all, this is a big step" said Matthew, obviously having Bunnymunds back as well as trying to ease the tension. Testosterone will be testosterone.

"Yes I suppose you're right. However, we must give him a taste of what is to happen if he does accept, so I say we give him mentor, yes?" suggested North.

"I think thats a splendid idea" said Matthew, just as Bunnymund said,

"As long as it ain't me, I'm fine with it."

"I work 24/7 North, I'm sorry but I can't be mentoring while working" replied Tooth. North turned to Sandy, who was busy dozing off, and that was answer enough.

"Well, Christmas is just 'round corner, so it's up to Mateo or Michelle. Who shall it be?" asked North, and only a split second later, Matthew replied with,

"Well I'm sure Michelle can't handle having so much work, so I'll take him under my wing".

"Pity, I—" started Jack, but somethings about Matthew's proposal rubbed be the wrong way.

"Excuse me? Are you telling me that I am too incompetent to handle this guy?" I asked.

"No! No, no, no! That's my at all what I meant, what I meant was—" Matthew said, trying to take back his words, but I'll show him. I am perfectly capable of handling a mentor ship, Guardian of Love.

"I volunteer to mentor Jackson Frost. I am the most capable anyhow, contrary to what Cupid over there says. As a wielder of everything in the aspects of nature and seasons, Jackson will benefit from my knowledge the most" I said, ensuring I would get the job. Matthew didn't know anything about what I could and couldn't handle.

"Zdorovo!" exclaimed North.

"Well gee, this is new, I've never had such a beautiful woman fight for me" said Jackson, quite smugly an with a smirk planted on his face. And that's when I finally realized what I had done.

"Oy vey, what have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself as I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands. This was going to be a long mentorship.

1,600 words! (excluding this of course). but anyway what are your thoughts? I would love to hear them!