Summary:

She had lost everything. She was alone. He had found her by accident. She had captivated him. Haunted him. He didn't want her to be alone. But she didn't believe. She had lost hope. Tragedy had stolen from her youthful innocence. He would give her that back. And maybe in the process give her a home. Daddy!Bunnymund

"Did you here? She's causing trouble again."

"Who?"

"Raylynn Bunnymund."

"Again?"

"Oh yes. I do feel bad for her though."

"It really is too bad. She was such a sweet girl before her parents died."

"Yes. "

It had been years since he had overheard that conversation. Two years, 5 months, 3 days. Not that he was keeping track. It was Easter Sunday. He had been making some rounds to see how the egg hunts were going. He hadn't been back to Australia in many years to watch the hunts. He usually just hid the eggs and left. Being here brought back so many memories. Memories of the life he had before he was chosen to be the Easter Bunny. Back when he had just been Alistair Bunnymund. A strange last name, but one he had not wanted to give up. It had worked in his favor anyway. Considering he was now a 'bunny'.
He let the memories of his family, his wife and son, flow through him. He didn't think about them often, but that was for his own sake and sanity. He loved them. To this day he loved them. But he hadn't expected that his family had stayed in Australia after his 'passing', his son having a family of his own and his line continuing. It was rare, very rare, that a spirit stumbles upon any remnant of their life before they were chosen by the Man in the Moon. But to stumble upon a blood relative, however many generations have gone past, was unheard of. He was easily older then Jack. And the kid was roughly 300 years old. His family name would long have been replaced.

Though years have gone by he still remembered that conversation. A descendent of his was hurting. The last Easter he had went through great lengths to make sure that he was there to watch the hunt at the orphanage he had found out housed this descendant. He had watched the children run out with baskets, smiles on their faces. He had smiled then. But then she came out. He could easily tell that she had to be of his line. She looked a lot like he had back when he had been human. Slightly unkempt blue/black hair, hers long and with a slight curl that bounced when she walked, the light green eyes, the way she walked, it reminded him of how he used to be. He had smiled when he saw she even was carrying a boomerang. This girl could have been his daughter, had he had one. She wasn't carrying a basket. Only the boomerang. She walked past all the other children and the eggs and kept walking. The caretakers of the orphanage had yelled for her to be back soon. She had only nodded and kept walking. Did she not believe?

He had followed her. His heart had nearly stopped when he saw her. She was so small. The dress she wore was far too big for her. He hadn't seen it until he was close to her. She was a tiny thing that sat crying behind a big rock, far enough away from the orphanage that they wouldn't see or hear her. She was a lone and hurting, clutching the boomerang. Had it been her fathers, he had found himself wondering. He tried to strike up a conversation, but it hadn't worked. Reaching out he found his large paw went straight through her. She didn't believe in him. She was of his line, but she didn't believe in the Easter Bunny. His heart sank. He had wanted, hoped, that he could put a smile on her face with his eggs. He had even painted them himself, but she didn't believe in him. It had hurt, but she was hurting, and pain did strange things to people.

He had spent that whole year after wondering if he could do something for her. Not so much to make her believe in him, but to give her hope, a new beginning. That was what spring meant. That was what the Easter Bunny represented. He had thought long and hard. Had made plan after plan. Had gone to see her several times. She was a trouble maker. She got into fights and was very independent. She could have been his daughter alright. He had even seen that she was good with a boomerang as well. He had swelled with pride at that. She wasn't his child, a grandchild with far more greats then he would have cared to think about but he was technically a blood relative to her. That meant that he had a responsibility to her. That now that she was alone he was all she had, and she didn't even believe in him or knew him for that matter. He had to help her. He knew only one way to do so. She needed to see Mother Earth.

A/N: Okay. So I have like a ton of fics, but I couldn't work on those until I got this idea out. The plot bunny (no pun intended) wouldn't let me go. So ya. I don't know if this will end up with a romance or not yet. But Bunnymund is defiantly going to be the overprotective father.