I've been having a lot of daydreams about FairyFrost and Jack's sister. My fangirl side is nagging me to write another daydream that I have since April of the 'what if Baby Tooth is Jack's sister?'.

I mean come on! I haven't seen a fic about Baby Tooth as the reincarnation of Jack's sister, except for 'Just Like Snowflakes', but it was only mentioned as a tiny detail. The beauty mark is a big give away for my theories.

So my imaginary inner *real name* is at war whether I should continue my third chapter in TOA or write this fic first or continue daydreaming of Tooth turning to human at will to explore the world or to shop as a shopaholic like Rebecca Bloom.

Disclaimer as always. No need to say it. Every one, make a fic about Baby Tooth! (Then after reading this what-not-fic, some will start working their own drabbles of Baby Tooth's life as different.)

Chapter 1: Unknown Smile

A smile.

That's the first thing she remembered when her original counterpart had split herself into thousands of tiny helpers around the middle of the eighteenth century. It was due to the increasing number of the children's population the Tooth Fairy needed more hands to collect and store memories of childhood.

This memory came first before memories of her queen from childhood to present started showcasing themselves to her knowledge, because for a helper, everything was ingrained to her before you could say the word 'Tooth' and she is a part of the last member of the Sisters of Flight. And that will never change.

It intrigued her, for that memory was blurry. But the smile, for sure, belonged to a boy. So warm and sincere a faint hint of mischief was evident on his smile. But she can't make out his shadowed facial features because of the bright moon behind him. His hair looked confusing; she can't tell if it is brown or silver under the moonlight. It gave her a thought if this boy is human or not.

In her first day to fly and collect teeth, the 'gossips' started to pour in her fellow 'new' batch. Images of a certain ice elf with sparkling white teeth flooded their mind, and she can't help but swoon like her sisters. Out of the immortals the older ones met, this spirit has the whitest and brightest teeth ever!

And that spirit has it naturally without even trying.

On her way out of the hidden palace, many whom she passed by gave her query looks. They falter for a moment in their flight as they blinked a few times if it was a trick from the light. But she didn't notice them because of the excitement of what was in store in her first day.

Somewhere near the Olympic Peninsula, she watched two children sleeping together. One is a girl, whose molar she is holding right now, huddled close to an older boy whom she obviously assume is the older brother.

Outside, the night sky was cloudy and the wind was strong, a branch from a nearby tree slapped against the window pane making the girl frown in her sleep. The sleeping boy in response had tightened his arms around the girl in comfort. She can't help to smile as she watched the girl relaxed from his protective embrace.

She felt warm, maybe because it reminded her a memory from her queen when she was young during her last days with her parents. The feeling of their protective arms around their daughter as they sleep together, assuring her that everything will be all right and that they can have a tomorrow together where they are safe from the villagers.

But this warmth, it's different. It is not the warmth from a parent's embrace. It's like... a sibling's warmth.

Back in the Tooth Palace, night had fallen a few hours ago and the sky is getting lighter as dawn came after her third fly from collecting, she chose to take her first break on a branch of an everblooming Sakura tree instead of the special chamber created for them to rest at, since they are always permitted to rest anywhere in the palace except in the new library spires. It's an unspoken rule not to because the new spires for each continent continued to expand and are more commonly use to store recent teeth than the older ones.

Flying down, she observed the morning sun's rays shining upon the murals of the children giving their teeth to the Tooth Fairy. A dozen or more of her sisters were perched on the branches; many noticed her arrival and gave her an innocent inquisitive looks.

She suddenly felt shy under their gaze. Is there something on her face that she can't see? She returned their look by a hesitant wave of her tiny hand.

And on cue after her gesture they hovered around and perched next to her.

"Why is your eye blue?"

"Are you one of the new helpers?"

"That's a cute beauty mark!"

"Yeah, girls, how come none of us has it?"

"Why do you have a golden feather?"

"Is it true?''

"We heard you sort of blanked out after Mother Tooth spli—"

"CAN YOU PLEASE ASK ONE QUESTION AT A TIME?!" she shrilled, out of confusion and frustration for the sudden questionings her sisters were giving to her. Silence followed, she opened her eyes and found herself taken aback on their stupefied faces after her outburst...

Silence...

Awkwardness...

Realizing that it was her doing, her eyes widen for a second and were replaced by a guilty look.

"I... I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to yell!" she threw her hands in the air, her face flushed red.

"No no no! We're the ones who should be sorry! Forgive us!" they all said at the same time.

"Sorry, forgive us!"

"We're sorry!"

She dropped her arms to her side, seeing how ridiculous this situation is with their gesticulations, she tilted her head to their squeaks. Sensing their sincerity, she can feel their guilt in her mind with the help of this naturally inborn connection called telepathy, she waved it off with half-lidded eyes, signifying that no offense was taken.

"So... what do you mean that I look...different?" she asked, changing the subject to stop them from apologizing or they will never stop for hours.

Her sisters looked to one another, and then one asked, "Haven't you seen your reflection lately?"

She blinked and shook her head. Now that they mention, she wasn't able to get a chance to look herself in the mirror or window in her previous teeth collecting because of the cloudy night.

Her sisters tilted their heads, something feels different to this new one, they can't sense her emotions at will, but they can feel her presence among the presence of millions of sister. To prove this hypothesis, they tried to talk.

'This is how we see you', one started to use telepathy, her voice just like the rest sounded like their queen when she was a child every time they use it. An image of a tiny fairy perched on a branch with mismatched eyes; one is purple while the other blue, a beauty mark under her left eye, and a golden feather on top of her head had flashed in the mentioned fairy's mind.

She gawked, is this really her? Her eyes trailed on the hovering fairy second in the middle that showed this memory. She suddenly felt the need to see herself.

She leap off her perch and flew down to the edge of the spring, the roots of the Sakura tree were protruded behind her. Her sisters followed suit.

Upon landing the shore, there it is, staring back to her a fairy with mismatched eyes with a beauty mark and a gold feather. She blinked, the reflection did the same, and she looked on the water's surface where the reflections of her sisters were hovering behind her own. Assessing her reaction.

She and her image, with wide eyes, looked back and forth from the sisters' to her own to compare their differences. All of them have teal feathers and matching purple eyes. None of them has a beauty mark.

Her eyebrows, or feathers, scrunched together. 'I really look different,' she muttered in their link as she frowned at her reflection. 'But how? Is there something wrong with me? Am I an anomaly?' she looked up tothem,a heavy weight settled on her tiny shoulders. She suddenly felt alien, an outcast, a foreign object among the tiny fairies.

Inferior.

Her sisters reacted to her negative comment, the spring was filled with squeaks as they began to comfort her. "No! Don't think that to yourself!"

"You're not different!"

"The world is not perfect."

"Never say that word 'anomaly' to define yourself!"

"Don't be sad!"

"Look on the bright side! We're cute and you're cuter!"

"You should be happy to be able to be identified so easily among the millions of us!"

The mini fairies turned their heads to the fairy in the farther right; they gave her chastising squeaks, "Not funny."

"That's discriminating."

"Very helpful."

"You call that comforting?"

"Oh. Sorry. I got carried away."

While they're busy rebuking the remark, a few at the back were startled to the new one's voice. It was completely different to their own voices.

They looked to one another and nodded their heads to fly away unnoticed from the rest. They have to tell this to their mother, because the new one's voice is American .

Years went by, in immortal standards, decades. The world has changed a lot. Technology is improving, medicine lengthens life, education widens knowledge, expression to one's feelings is free, settlements are growing, and the dream to travel in outer space is a growing possibility. Yet, the children's belief did not waver.

But it is sadden to think that some immortals and spirits are losing their believers after the World War. Many people are decimated from the bombings and violence. Cultural heritage, traditions and their stories have almost come into extinction, some(spirits and immortals) were lucky to survive and exist today but some have passed on as little by little their strings of belief were cut off from the humans. That dark violent age is no more but history. A lesson learned that every country should live together in harmony to strive for peace and prosperity for a better future as they keep on looking forward.

And that better future rests upon the children.

'Central Pennsylvania. Sixteen incisors, eight molars.' She heard it clearly in her mind, from her mother, who was called for an impromptu gathering in the North Pole via her messenger fairies on duty. Sometimes she and the rest would be called to act as one and follow their mother wherever she goes in the palace or the North Pole for a yearly gathering in summer.

She chirped hello to her sisters as she passed by to store a tooth from Africa when a familiar but gentle pull from her body told her that one of her charge in the American states lost an incisor. It was spring time and in Pennsylvania, the left central incisor from her charge named Jamie Bennett is calling for her to collect. That boy is a huge fan in anything that speaks about aliens, UMAs, monsters or the supernatural. She was almost seen by the said boy last Christmas when he jumped out of bed, got his camera and dashed downstairs to snap a picture of Santa. But from the sound of his groan downstairs, he missed him.

Maybe playing in the snow for a moment wouldn't hurt after she collect his tooth, right?

Yeah, she would play there in her favorite town for a tad bit of five minutes and get another glimpse of Jack Frost surfing the wind. She never meet the guy, but she always wanted to see those sparkling white teeth of his!

She smiled to this thought.

'Girls! Be ready and stay alert for the children! Keep your wings up and eyes open for Pitch.' Good thoughts vanished. Their mother's voice echoed in their heads as their usual chirps grew higher in pitch. Everyone, in every side of the world, was shared a memory from their mother's point of view staring on an ornate tile of the Guardian's symbol where a cloud's shadow from a moonbeam formed the familiar shape of their worst enemy next to the Monkey King.

Former General Kozmotis Pitchiner. The Nightmare King, known as Pitch Black.

They have to protect the children from him, her eyes furrowed in determination, the same goes to everyone.

'And... Manny has chosen Jack Frost as the new Guardian...'

...Protect the children. Protect the chil—what?

She stopped chanting her mantra and her sisters froze in midair, the others made an unsuppressed squeals when another memory of a crystal showing the silhouette of a smirking teenager with a shepherd's crook.

(Fic)A tiny detail of Baby Tooth's experience in her new life and I'm remaining loyal to the movie than the books. I haven't read the books yet, but I read the first few in the official website and made some researches in the wikia.

(Books)William Joyce is unfair for Jack's age. If Jack is 14 in the upcoming book, then Tooth is 12 because that is the time she had stopped aging. William Joyce should make Jack cool in his drawings.

(Movie)In the commentary, the directors wanted to add Jack-through-the-ages—"Once upon a time, we actually had a time lapse transition where you go see Jack through the ages. It was visually cool and pretty, everything shifting around him as he changed"—Peter Ramsey. But the trenchcoat in the comics is waayy kakkoi!

(Wikia)And last to end these rant for another chapter for my fics, there's an issue to Tooth's height. Jack is 5`9, I saw in the movie during the elevator scene when Bunny dropped them to the Warren that Tooth is around Jack's armpit. And crash landing in Burgess she's around his shoulder. I made measurements by marking a 5`9 on the wall and measured myself from head to armpit in inches.

5`9 minus head to armpit is equals to 4`4. And if you're not satisfied, 4`5 or more. Geez, Tooth is short.

(I hate Justin Bieber)No offense, but I hate him and *shudders* his one hairstyle reminds me of Jack's fohawk.

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