29A/N: Yeah. I'm in love with this movie. When I'm in love with something, it makes ideas swirl though most of those don't get put down. It also makes me not work on some of my other stories... -coughs- This one wouldn't leave me though and is probably one of the few 'happy' stories I've actually wrote. Which is a little sad… but oh well. Onwards!
Summary: There's always an oddball in every mix of people, including the believers of the Guardians. Takes place after the movie, at least four to five years later. Will most likely include views from all five Guardians plus perhaps Pitch.
Disclaimer: RotG does not belong to me, only the OC that really annoys charries from said movie~
The Odd Ball Out
Jack Frost first heard of the Guardians' odd believer from the Tooth Fairy.
Normally the winter spirit didn't venture out to the Tooth Palace considering the 'fanfaries' that dominated the place. While he liked attention, fingers in his mouth and sharp beaks getting close to his face to examine his teeth further invaded his personal bubble far too much.
Today though, boredom forced him to look for entertainment elsewhere. It was too close to Christmas to visit North and the Easter Kangaroo was still seething at him for "accidentally" freezing a couple of egg sentinels and rolling them down a few hills. They might have a crushed a good deal of plants and knocked some trees over… maybe landed in the painted rivers and sent pink and purple colors spraying everywhere. Including on an extremely irritated Pooka.
Jack couldn't help but snicker as he flew through the sky, twisting in the wind. He probably wouldn't be invited to the Warren for a long while.
The Tooth Palace floated into view, light tendrils of clouds curling around the beautiful domain. No matter how many times he saw it, it was still a glorious sight. The wind gently set him down on the smooth flooring and he shifted his staff over his shoulders. There was no one around and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance that a welcoming party hadn't greeted him. Sure they annoyed him, but hey! You don't know what you got until it's gone apparently.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a sharp chirping and he turned to see a familiar fairy flying towards him. A grin pulled at his lips.
"Baby Tooth!" The little creature gave a hum of greeting and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. Laughing softly he patted her on the head and motioned around the area with his staff. "Where is everyone?" The fairy seemed to shuffle uncomfortably before pointing to the side. He frowned and glanced in the direction. "You want me to follow you?" Baby Tooth gave a sharp nod and without waiting for a reply, darted off.
He sighed before calling to the wind and flying after her at a lazy pace. What was so important that called for his full attention instead of just an explanation? He opened his mouth to ask but closed it after turning a corner.
The Tooth Fairy was hovering in the air, ordering around her helpers as usual but there was an expression to her face he had never seen, not even when fighting Pitch. It was something like righteous jealousy. If that even existed…
"This time, this time I will get those teeth back!"
"Tooth?" She flitted her gaze onto him at his voice and he floated near her. "Is Pitch back? Did he steal the teeth?"
"No! Worse!" His blue eyes blinked. What could be worse? "A mother is stealing my job!" His face dropped into a deadpanned stare. What. She balled her fists and started to pace back and forth in the air, her wings moving so fast they blurred and hummed louder than he had ever heard. "I am the Guardian of Memories. That's why I take the teeth. But!" She spun on him, purple fire in her eyes. "This mother has been taking the teeth I am supposed to gather and holding them!" The anger around her melded into worry. "The teeth and memories in them will rot if they're not taken care of!"
"And how many does she have?"
"Twelve!" Tooth turned back towards him and crossed her arms, leaning forward slightly. "I admit it's odd that a nineteen year old has only lost that number but she was a late bloomer… Either way, she shouldn't have given her teeth away to be put who knows where!" Jack blinked.
"She's only lost twelve you said? Shouldn't they be all gone by now?" He placed his staff down and floated to perch on the hooked end.
"Sometimes the teeth are very firmly rooted and do not leave the gums easily." She responded.
"Uh-huh. And why are you worrying about this now?" The winter spirit resisted the urge to laugh at the sudden look of triumph that swept over her features, her feathers bristling with pride.
"My spies—" She ignored Jack's snort of laughter, "Have reported to me that she has lost another tooth!" Tooth rubbed her hands together and a smirk more fit for a cliché villain went across her face. "Tonight I'll follow the mother and see where she's hiding my teeth! Baby Tooth!" Jack nearly fell off his staff at her sudden order and watched as the tiny helper darted to her 'Boss's' side, saluting her. "Get my ski mask ready. We're going teeth hunting." The absolute seriousness that she said the sentence was the last straw. Jack laughed hard, clutching at his midsection as an image of a bandit Tooth appeared in his mind's eye. Was every Guardian obsessed with some sort of object? Tooth, to her credit, completely ignored him as she continued to chatter on about the breaking and entering plan, including black paint for their feathers and the ninja skills that would be needed.
Even though the mother wouldn't even be able to see the birdwoman who had been peeved at her for nineteen years.
Forgive me if any of this is OOC. I haven't read the books so I'm going off my own ideas and the movie.
Until we meet again~
- Zehava