Here and There
North had parked the sleigh and was now thundering into the Workshop. He seemed to be the only one in high spirits though. Tooth was barely hovering and Sandy was already asleep (not a surprise), the only thing keeping Bunny awake was his need to puke, and Jack Frost was using his staff as a walking stick. They were exhausted. But the Guardians had learned a valuable lesson: Never volunteer to help North on Christmas.
Jack was bored, as usual, so he went to the most exciting place he could find…the Workshop. After freezing a few elves and pranking a few yetis, he looked for something new to do. He tried to assist Phil with some winter toys that needed painting, but he ended up concentrating so hard that he froze all the paint. This got him a strong word from North and then he said the fatal words…"Why can't you do something useful!"
He regretted it the minute Jack's eyes went from pale blue to a vibrant shade of sapphire.
"Hey! Maybe I can help you on Christmas Eve next week! I've always wondered… Even better! All of the Guardians can help! It'll be fun!"
Once the word FUN got involved, there was no stopping him! He flew at hurricane speeds to the control room. Against North's protests he turned on the northern lights!
Let's just say that scouring the globe in one night with all the Guardians stacked in one sleigh is a real adventure. Sure they had done it once before with the whole Pitch thing, but that was due to necessity. Everyone had taken time out of their day (or night depending on the timezone) to go on with Jack's crazy hair brained scheme.
Jack had been the forerunner, dusting everywhere that made sense, and few places that didn't, with a gracious helping of fluffy white snowball snow. Tooth was ahead of schedule, and had more than happy to phase through a few windows so that North could save some of his chimney dust for a new teleportation experiment.
Sandy participated in his usual manner, by making sure that everyone stayed asleep when the Big Guy came calling.
But at least those three could fly. Poor Bunnymund was getting airsick over the Pacific as North pulled off some of his more courageous moves.
"Ach, vorry not Bunny. I hit no one out here over Ocean!" as the loop-de-loops became tighter and tighter into a corkscrew twist.
Jack raced through the streets, ferrying present from the sleigh to Tooth and Bunny who would get them into the houses. North would handle the more sensitive gifts of course. No one steals Santa's thunder.
That was when they hit the blizzard that Jack had dropped on the Northeast United States.
So now that Christmas had passed without a hitch (okay maybe a small hitch), many a Pooka had an axe, or boomerang, to grind with the winter spirit. After he had his carrots down of course.
At the same time, about 3,300 miles away, a teenage girl sits at her window, staring at the slowly rising moon which is almost full. Her parents are asleep and she should not be awake, let alone with her window open! But she can't help it. Whispering to that silent moon, she utters two words that most teenagers don't.