Hey there! First story, please be nice!

Edit!: Shortened it because the first half was irrelevant and sucked

Title: Meetings

Rating: K

Summary: Jack's still getting used to the monthly meetings

It had been about a month since Pitch's defeat, and Jack had been making regular visits to the Bennett household. He did enjoy playing with his first believer and his friends, all of which slowly came into believing as well.

It was when he was just leaving said household that Jack couldn't help but feel a bit surprised to suddenly see the bright Aurora Borealis weave through the nighttime sky, and a frown formed on Jack's face as he couldn't help but ask the wind," Wonder what Nor-" of course his thoughts were cut off as Jack promptly smacked himself in the face with his own palm, groaning as he felt the wind's confusion at the immortal's sudden smack. "Crap! Meeting, ugh, North is going to be angry..." Jack grumbled; normally he wouldn't care, except unfortunately this was the second meeting since Pitch's rather loud departure, and the first time Jack hadn't even thought about coming... and instead ended up being dragged there several hours later by yetis. In a bag.

North wasn't very amused, but the large man couldn't stay mad for long at Jack's rather awkward (and also not entirely sincere apology). What could Jack say? He didn't really appreciate being tossed around in a smelly old bag. And also he had started to feel that ever creeping worry that Pitch had planted in his mind that day in Antarctica. The one of how the Guardians would abandon him as soon as the problems were solved.

Being caught up in his thoughts, Jack hadn't even noticed how soon he got to Santoff Claussen, the massive workshop perched neatly on a large mountain of ice, slightly concealed thanks to the mounds of snow that piled up around the huge building, but the warm, glowing cream windows gave it away.

Jack was far less than amused whenever his face suddenly made contact with North's window, and groaning as his nose was pushed rather uncomfortably to the side, the youngest guardian bounced off the window as quickly as he had hit it, Wind catching him and bringing Jack back up.

Inside, Bunnymund was holding in a snicker as Tooth, North, and Sandy also looked rather amused. "Sorry Jack!" North called, though he didn't look too sorry as Jack rubbed his slightly bruised nose. Soon enough the window was being opened by Tooth, and Jack was blown in by the wind, his feet landing on the plush carpet as he spun around to meet his fellow guardians, although the smiles were gone and Bunny was immediately up in his face.

"Where the bloody heck were you Frostbite?" Bunny asked, and he probably would have gone far enough to cuss if he hadn't had a nice burst of humor just before the little brat blew in.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Kangaroo, I was just having some fun and doing my job~" Jack drawled slowly, not caring to hide his small smile of amusement as Bunny's ears twitched at being called a Kangaroo.

Perhaps their arguing would have gone further, except North was quick to break it up for once, mainly because he was anxious to get the meeting over with; he had much to prepare for for Christmas! It was coming very soon, and even though he did enjoy to see what he deemed as brotherly feuding, there was plenty of business to attend to! And not to mention Tooth and Sandy weren't very pleased considering their jobs were a round-time thing.

And thus the Meeting of the Guardians started and was rather quick to end once the formalities were out of the way and Jack was happily starting to fill the meeting room with a little bit of excitement (for once), a gleeful look on his face as he bounced around from chair to chair with Bunny leaping after him, always just out of reach, the large rabbit set off from a rather snide comment about fleas.

"Come and get me Kangaroo! I thought you were supposed to be fast!" Jack taunted as he once again leaped off of a chair just as Bunny's furry paws snatched for him. Jack was laughing much more loudly than the other guardians, who instead just watched with mild amusement as they overturned some chairs, but mostly left things unharmed... minus the frost.

"Oi! Get back 'ere ya bloody pest, I swear when I get my hands on ya I'm gonna-" Bunny started, only to let out a small yip as he missed a step and ended up slipping on the seat of a chair that had been coated in frost, and the rabbit's head made a rather painful connection with the ground as he felt his vision blur for just a moment.

"News flash! You don't even have hands, Kanga-!" Jack shot back, about to finish his statement whenever he saw Bunny fall, and zipping back over with the wind's kind assistance, Jack's eyes were wide as he perched carefully on the back of a chair, a smug smile on his face, despite the small pinch of concern he felt," Giving up so easily?" Jack taunted from his position.

Bunny, who was still on the floor, was more than happy to snap his green eyes open, and without missing a beat, a fluffy paw snapped out, grabbing Jack's hoodie and yanking him down, much to the frost spirit's surprise. Locking Jack in a headlock, Bunny smirked as he stood back up, his head aching a bit, but it was certainly worth the look of surprise on that little pest's face," What was that?" Bunny smirked as he ignored the struggles of Jack...

Only to yelp as suddenly he felt the shock of ice creeping up his fur, and immediately Jack was free as he sped off, his laugh echoing in the room as he leaped out of the meeting room through the window that he had previously been smashed against. "Nice try, Cottontail!"

Bunny growled in annoyance as he flopped down in a chair that was thankfully not frozen; that boy was so lucky he could fly... "I swear that bloody show pony is going to get himself killed one day!" Bunny cursed as he tended to his slightly frosted feet damp with melted ice.

"Aha! Well you tried, A for effort, Bunny! But I believe it is time to call it a day. You can have your revenge on Jack later," North said jovially, as it was definitely a nice stress relief from the production of toys and ideas.

Snorting and thumping his foot against the table, a small cascade of ice dislodging from his fur, Bunny couldn't help but glare at the window that Jack had flown out of.

How was it that a window could beat the Guardian of Fun, and yet a 6''1 Pooka warrior couldn't even hold the little rascal still for a minute!?

Things just didn't make sense, it seemed, but then again he was a 6''1 rabbit warrior who happened to be friends with a former bandit, a hummingbird lady, a man composed of sand, and finally a frosty, 300 year old child.

Sorry if it's a bit boring or OOC, but I felt like starting off drabbles immediately with angst might be a bad idea! Suggestions/Requests are welcome if you want to see any certain scenarios!

Reviews are appreciated!