So I recently re-watched the movie y'all, and decided to post this.

Sam noticed the spreading plane of ice pooling around Frost's feet. Spirit of Winter and Guardian of fun? If Jack was a 'technical' ghost, he was one pretty bad at being frightening.

"Maybe it's an ice power thing," she commented.

"Explain later," Danny said. He looked at Jack and slowly released his fighter stance. Jack had gone from holding a large grin to a lost frown. Kids were much more friendly.

"Hi," the Amity Park hero greeted awkwardly, "I'm Danny Phantom, these are uh… my friends Sam and Tucker. What are you doing in Amity Park?"

Jack flew up from his staff and swirled a cloud of snow around himself before landing again. The trio had tensed. "You guys don't get much snow around here?" Jack asked in a slightly hurt voice.

"We get a lot of snow," Danny said.

"We just get a lot more ghosts," Tucker snorted defensively.

"I'm not a ghost," here the trio looked at each other, "I'm a guardian," Jack explained. "I bring the snow and ice and wind," he gave a nod to the clouds above, "and fun." He smiled genially.

"See he's a nice ghost!" Tucker exclaimed. "Why do we never meet the nice ghosts?"

"Tucker, you've never met the nice ghosts," Danny said sarcastically, "I have a dog, a cousin, the ice yetis, a benevolent time keeper and a greek princess looking out for me."

Jack gave them a blank look. "I'm not a ghost!" he repeated.

"Neither am I buddy, neither am I," Danny said dryly. "Okay, well nice meeting you, now lets get you out of here and into the ghost zone." Sam passed the thermos to Danny, and he familiarly opened it.

"Not a ghost!" Jack held his hands up when Danny pointed the thermos at him. "I can explain, look, there are five of us…"

And he never got to finish as Danny promptly sucked the guardian into the thermos.

"Gotta love fenton gear," Danny blew the smoke off the top.

"Makes you wonder though," Tucker said after a pause, "you think the other four will come look for him?"

"If they're as clueless as this one it'll be a piece of cake," Danny said confidently.

Sam gave him a look. "Usually the clueless one around here is you."

Danny flailed awkwardly and the three walked towards Fentonworks, but Sam couldn't help but wonder at the ghost who said he wasn't a ghost.

None of them saw the shadows that followed them on their way to the building, even as Sam continued to think there was something about Jack that got her thinking he wasn't your regular ghost.

Jack was in the dark. The very very dark. He wasn't going to say Pitch dark, but somewhere comparably so.

"Oh god Bunnymund's going to kill me," Jack groaned. What was worse, however, was thinking of North's future disappointment.

He'd just been excited to get new believers! Teens never followed the "nonsense" of their younger years. They grew up. Even Jamie would, and only time would tell if he would believe beyond childhood. But here were more! Kids his own age and they'd seen him! It was supposed to be grand and they'd have had so much fun and would've played pranks on stuffy adults. But it was not to be. Their mean looks and "ghost" ridiculousness made them look almost like adults themselves.

"Oh no," Jack said, frustrated with himself. "Frost why d'ya always have to get yourself into things."

He tried to find a way out, but there wasn't much to work with. All he remembered was a flashing blue light, and then this.

"Hmm…" Jack banged his staff against a side. "Hey!" It still worked. He swirled a bit of magic and got some light flowing in… the cylinder? He was in a solid metal cylinder.

Jack banged his energy against the cold metal. Well. Didn't look like he'd get out of this one soon.

*** Cue funky fentonworks music ***

"I'm just saying, you, the yetis, this Frost kid, ice powers kinda say 'I'm a friendly ghost. Beware.'" Sam argued, and joked on the last note.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Boo hoo. Yeah well Klemper and Vortex can both do the same. So mind you if I'm not taking any chances."

"Danny, all Klemper wants is to be friends, and Vortex…" Tucker shrugged, "he's a weather ghost."

Sam nodded and continued, "Look, all I want is a couple of minutes, to talk to him. He seems cool."

Danny gave a frustrated huff, "Sam, you also want to be friends with anything with a face. Sorry if I don't let a ghost who brings a snow storm with him out to talk with you."

"Danny, the last time you were rude to a ghost who didn't deserve it you got stuck in a Christmas special," Sam pointed out.

Danny and Tucker cringed simultaneously. "How was I supposed to know that?"

"Danny, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Do you really want a list of all the times we've asked that, because it's not pretty," Tucker supplied.

"We just put him in that glass containment your parents built, ask him a few questions, and then send him on his way to the ghost zone."

"Okay, but if this backfires I'm blaming it all on you," Danny responded.

"Deal."

"Deal."

"Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me?"

The gang walked out from Danny's room. Danny peeked down the stairs, noticed his family was likely in the kitchen, and the three stole down the stairs into the basement, Tucker wearing his backpack with the relevant thermos inside.

"Are you guys ready?" Sam asked, anticipating. They walked in the doors to the lab.

"I'm never ready, but I have a feeling we're going to do this anyway," Tucker responded.

Danny shrugged. "Beats Lancer's essay."

"We have an essay?" Tucker exclaimed.

Sam shushed Tucker.

"Backpack," she asked.

Tucker passed the backpack.

"Let's see what you got!"

Sam inserted the thermos into a panel, twisted the cylinder into place, and released the ghost inside to the glass containment unit.

Jack appeared, soft blue sweater and dark wooden shepherd's crook glowing with brief pulse of light blue energy before they both frosted over. The ice traveled from the center of the cane outward, encrusting it into its solid icy state.

"Whoa whoa whoa, you sure know how to greet a guy," Jack exclaimed, twirled his staff, and spread a few ice tendrils across the floor and glass walls.

"What is this, you've put me in a box?" He lifted a hand and frosted over a section.

"We just have some questions," Sam explained.

"So don't get too comfortable," Danny said sarcastically and leaned against the cube.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Jack said lightly. "Look, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding."

The three ghost hunters stared at him.

"What," he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

"They're not usually this articulate," Tucker commented.

"He has a point." Danny uncrossed his arms.

"I told you."

"Now if you all could just let me out of here, I could be on my merry way," Jack suggested. He added under his breath, "Sorry I ever bothered."

"Wait wait wait," Danny said as he blinked. "You're not a ghost?"

"No! That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Jack balanced on his staff. "I'm the guardian of fun, and no offense, but this cube," he blew forward and tapped the staff against the top twice, "so not fun." He rebalanced on his staff and leaned back and forth, "You know I have places to be? I was in the middle of a snow storm before you three came along."

"Well that's rude."

"We're not exactly the nicest of people at this point either Tuck," Danny pointed out.

"You make snowstorms?" Danny continued.

Jack groaned. "I don't have time for this! Yes, yes, I make snowstorms, I make the snow and ice and snowbanks. And I have a few hundred miles to cover in order to make this a white Christmas so I'd really appreciate if you let me out of here."

"Well he's a grouch. What makes you so important anyway? Wont the snow come without you?" Sam demanded.

"What got her worked up?" Danny asked to Tucker.

"Don't ask me."

"No, no it really won't. Just let me out of here, I promise I won't cause too much trouble," Jack laughed on the last few words.

"Or we can take you to the ghost zone and save you the trip, buddy," Danny folded his arms again. "Sorry if I don't believe you're the reason snow happens."

Jack ran his hands across his face, and then had an idea. "Here, see, I can prove it." He gently pointed his staff toward the ceiling and made it snow within the containment cube. "Snow."

Danny gave Jack a tired look, pointed a finger toward the ceiling, and shot a beam of blue energy. "Also snow. And some ice. Into the ghost zone you go."

Danny was about to suck Jack back into the thermos when his ghost sense went off. He groaned. "Of course this would happen now."

"Stay put," he called back to Jack, and flew through the ceiling to find the new threat. Sam and Tucker looked at Jack sheepishly.

"That's our cue!" They called out together, and left the basement.

Jack rested his head against the glass. It frosted over until it was opaque.

"Hate to say it, but now I really wish Bunnymund was here."