Author's Note: Hello, old and new friends! This is the sequel to "A Fine Line," so I very much suggest you read that story first if you haven't done so. "Bouncing Baby Bunnies" will make a lot more sense that way. But if you refuse and want to read this one first then, well… who am I to stop you? Anyway, let's get this show on the road!

WARNING: This story isn't quite as smut-tastic as "A Fine Line," but there are lemons throughout. So if you don't like Bunny on human banging, then you might not want to read this.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable from Rise of the Guardians.

Bouncing Baby Bunnies

Chapter 1:

"You're doing something different." Val says for what seemed like the twentieth time. Fever just barely manages to take a deep breath and count to ten before replying.

"I told you, I'm not." She stares at her fingertips and creates the same warmth that she had been using since her rebirth. They glow a light red and tingle, but she sighs as she senses that the heat is definitely stronger. She had been working with Val for the last month and both of them had become frustrated with her inability to control her power. Val had gotten tired of it because he could feel the tension between the couples when they suddenly lost it, and he would have to find a way to solve the problems that their bouts of premature lust cause in their relationships. Fever was just upset because it was making her feel like a novice spirit again. Also, the fact that she didn't know what was causing it was driving her just as crazy as her partner.

"Obviously something is wrong. Here, try it again." He reaches out a hand and Fever sighs and raises her own, touching their fingers together. However, this time she is unable to create even a tiny spark, and she growls and swats Val's hand away in irritation.

"Damn it, what is going on with me?"

"I've never heard of this happening." He mumbles in confusion, watching her focus back on her hands. Every now and then they would glow red again, but then it would become out of control. Either she wasn't able to do anything, or it was way too much. "Maybe you're losing juice?"

"Why would that happen, Val?" She asks tiredly, and he just shrugs in response. "I've been doing this for over a century. I shouldn't have any problems."

"Anything new happen lately? Something that would have made you unfocused?"

"No. Nothing." Fever sighs, and kicks at the ground dejectedly. "Maybe I should go home and search the archives for any information."

"Okay."

She gives him a small wave and then teleports back to Cyprus, the dimension where Val had made his home, and eventually had allowed her to stay when they began to work together. Usually coming to such a familiar place was soothing, but there were too many unanswered questions in her mind to revel in the clouds and towers that made up her home. She quickly makes her way to the library and takes off her weapons in an attempt to get more comfortable. Multiple book cases tower over her, filled from top to bottom with books of varying sizes. Fever walks over to one of them that is full of the historical documents about spirits, and pulls a thick book off of the shelf, glancing over the cover that holds an engraving of a cherub.

By the fifth hour of reading she gives up. All she had found was legends and truths about how the spirits came to be born, and only some paragraphs were about her own type. There was absolutely no information about a spirits' powers declining aside from the regular culprit that affected the Guardians. That did not make her feel better.

Fever sighs and closes the book, waving away the cloud of dust that is raised from the pages. She puts the book back on the shelf and stands there for a moment, searching the other spines for any hint of useful information. Val had told her that their archives were complete, and had all knowledge about their kind that was needed. Obviously he was wrong… unless she was the first spirit to have this problem. The thought made dread fill her gut, and she wondered if it was possible that she was just losing her touch as Val had said. But there would have been something in the books about it. That pointed to a different reason, one that was seemingly impossible to determine. Fever feels her temples throb with the beginning of a headache, and decides to just go home.

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Aster is already asleep when she gets there, a fact which she decides to take as a blessing. It meant that she didn't have to bother him with her mood. She didn't want him worrying, and since she didn't even know what was causing her fluctuating powers it made no sense to bring it up until she had answers. She gets dressed for bed and curls up into Aster's side, closing her eyes and instantly feeling content. He shifts slightly in his sleep at feeling the bed dip, and she smiles.

It seemed so long ago that they could hardly be in a room without bickering, if not even yelling at each other. It was crazy to think that those irate feelings turned into attraction, and eventually love. They had been an item for almost two years, and so far everything had been great. Aside from the occasional nothing fight which all couples experienced when coed living arrangements commenced, they were both very happy.

Aster had been extremely accommodating in allowing her to stay in his private sphere. She could tell from the moment they began dating that he was a more reserved and isolated person compared to the rest of the Guardians. He enjoyed being in the Warren tending to the life that he had created. She had assumed that they would each live separately for a bit, her in Cyprus and he in the Warren. But when it came to be that they were each too interested in the others' way of life to be separated by different dimensions. Fever was fascinated by the legend of the Pookas, and never hesitated to ask him more about his past.

Many of the answers had been melancholy. She knew that he had lost his village, but the pain that he had suffered from it was clear.

"I lost everything. My home and my people. Everything and everyone I loved was gone in an instant."

Fever frowns as she remembers his words, once again feeling guilty for being so upset about what seemed like trivial problems. It had been hard, hearing about how Aster had become the last of the Pooka, and she wished she could do something to make him feel better. The only thing that seemed to do any good was just to listen and comfort him when he needed it. A hug went a long way in her experience, and to her luck it was exactly what Aster needed at that moment.

He hadn't gone into great detail of what had happened; just that they were attacked by something or someone. He still wasn't sure to that day, and she wondered if his mind had simply locked away all of the painful memories. Anyway, that wasn't the important part. He had much more fun telling her about the positives of his past; about his friends and family, and the mischief they would get into.

She looks up at Aster's peaceful face, his nose and whiskers twitching with his dreams, and she hopes they are pleasant. She runs her fingers over the fur on his cheeks and marvels at the softness. He leans into her touch even in his nearly comatose state, and she giggles. He had always been a deep sleeper, that was obvious.

She stops stroking his face for a moment to focus back on her fingertips, and she bites her lip as she considers that she could very well be losing her powers. She had never considered it, and hoped that that wasn't the case. If she lost her ability, what would happen to her as a spirit? She couldn't imagine losing Aster as he had lost his entire village. While he was strong enough to live through that pain, she wasn't sure that she was. Would she even survive it?

These were the thoughts that kept her awake that night, and not even her love's steady breaths could lull her to a peaceful slumber.

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Author's Note: So there's the first chapter. I know it's short and not much happened. I just wanted to set the scene a bit. And don't worry about me not giving much info about Aster's past. That will come later, but I think I'll keep his memories light and fun. I want to see the fun and gentle side of Aster that we didn't really get to see in the movie (aside from Sophie, which inspired me to write about his own children), and also didn't see in "A Fine Line." Review please!