Alright yes i know i should probably be working on WR (next chapter will be out soon) or CA. Or even getting out the other Valentines fic i have in teh works. The problem though is that i cannot work without some kind of noise. If it is too quiet then i will get distracted more easily. Yeah don't ask. So i usually have my iPod(or iTunes or iPhone) playing music or have the TV on low in the background. Well this time is it was the iPod and the song How Far came up and this just popped into my head that i my minds eye saw it so i started writing down as it was distracting and say you have to write it because i wont let you concentrate on the other stuff until you do. And this my readers is what you get for this bunny plot bouncing around in my head.

Hope you all enjoy something a little on the angst side of things. As usual i do not own ROTG or Jack or Bunny. Wish i did then i would not have had to fill out another dozen applications after going to a career fair today. One chance people that is all i ask is one chance and if someone would take it they would not be disappointed in my work. So here is crossing my fingers to one of them calling about a job.

Always Your Writer,

Angel Fox

How Far? Jack View

The air in the burrow was think that I don't even think one of North's swords could cut through. I am standing here right in front of you by the fire place but you won't even look up at me. You just sit there on the couch with your head down and ears lying flat against you neck. If you bent any farther down you head would be between your knees. I look out one of the windows and see one of the many tunnels where I could just run away. Then there's the sky where I could catch the wind and just leave. Leave and never come back.

We had another fight though I could not tell you what had you so worked up. You had been off for the better part of the month pulling away from me. It had finally come to a head today where we both screamed until we were hoarse. The biggest fight we have had since the Easter pitch had ruined in 2012. Even that was tame to what was said on that fateful Easter or even the Easter of 68. Both saying things that we know we would regret but said them anyways.

You called me a trouble maker and all I do is make messes that you four always had to clean up. That trouble follows me no matter where I go. That I don't have enough respect for anyone or cared for anyone but myself and my fun. You said that as long as I had my fun everyone could go fuck themselves. That in all of history of the guardians I was the worst person at it and you could not understand why Manny had chosen me.

I am not innocent in it though. I called you a grouch and a workaholic. That Easter was all you cared about and everyone else was never going to be important to you. That you said you loved me but I told you doubted it because all your love went into the Easter preparations only for one stupid day a year. I had to say that you deserved to be the last Pooka in the whole universe and always be alone.

I know I had gone too far when the yelling came to an abrupt halt. You said nothing and just sat down looking at the floor and not saying another word. I tried to apologies but you seemed not to want to hear it. I begged for forgiveness that I didn't mean anything by it. I begged for you to talk to me and tell me what was wrong. Was it me or something else? I got nothing though until I was crying so hard I could barely breathe much less talk as the tears froze against my cheeks. We had been in silence since then as you had put up the walls that had taken me over a century to break down.

As I finally got my breathing under control and stopped the tears for now but did not try to even erase the trails down my cheeks. I just wanted you to talk to me but you are more of a statue now except I can see you breathing. There had been a few times you shut me out since we started out relationship just a decade ago and I just wanted you to stop that and open up everything about you. I want to know your fears, happiness, hopes, and dreams. I don't know how much I could take anymore.

How much more do you have to understand that I want this to work? It tears me up inside that we keep going in circles back to the same spot. You're keeping things from me that maybe I could help with. How much do I have to suffer though watching you suffer alone? Maybe it was time for me to leave. I can only give so much Bunny but it is up to you now.

I turn and move to grab my staff that hangs off a hook beside the fireplace you had put up for me where you bandolier and boomerangs hang as well. I grabbed the staff but I stop not moving it from the hook. Should I go or should I stay? Bunny cannot even look at me right now and who knows if he ever will now. I take the old shepherds crooks off its designated home. Maybe not its home any longer but I have to get out of here as my chest aching from the hurt burning inside my cold body.

I say nothing but I hope he understands that I am going but it is up to him, my Bunny, to tell me what he wants and needs from me. I cannot keep just playing this guessing game. Being the one ripped apart every time like weak paper and I have to wonder, does he even care that I am leaving?

I grip the staff with two hands tightly so much that I can feel it through the connection to the only object I have kept since my death and rebirth. I turn to look at you again, willing that you look up at me and understand that I am hurting to. That I want you and I want us and would do so much just like I promised on the day I confessed my feelings. I have to draw my limits at some point before it kills me. I have showed what I want and need. Now Bunny it is your turn and maybe we can both change and et through everything together. You have to let me in though.

I start to move towards the burrow door. Walking right behind where you seat. You don't move a single muscle though as I take another look. I know every look is another stab to my broken and bruised heart but I cannot help it. I then move to the door and reach for the handle pausing just before I grip it in my hands. I thought I had heard shifting but this time I restrain from looking.

Taking a deep breath I grip the handle and turn. Pushing the door open I move to step onto the always lush green grass like your eyes. I have to shake my head because I have put this in your hands, Bunny, your decision. How far will I get? Will it be half way across the Warren or maybe even half way to the surface? I don't even bother to close the burrow door as I start to run.

I grip my hoodie just over where my heart lies in my chest wishing I could rip my heart out to get rid of the pain. My heart is pounding in my ears as I run though not even bothering to call the wind to carry me. I would not be able to watch where I was going even if I did I was so blinded by the tears leaking from my eyes again. I just had to get away but even with the pain blinding me I still wondered, how far? How far do I have to go to show that I love you with all that I am? How far do I have to go to show that it hurts so much to be an outsider looking in too much in our relationship?

So I am running and it is up to you Bunny to decide how far I go. I was just pulling up to the tunnels. More specifically the one that would lead me straight up to the surface and close to Antarctica where I could be alone and let my emotions run wild that I kept down. Maybe even form a large blizzard to burry myself in and never come back out.

I go to take the final step that would put me in the final stretch to the surface from the Warren and where I called home for a decade now. I don't make the step though as I feel two furry, yet strong, arms wrap around my waist and pull me against a firm furry chest. I stiffen, causing me to drop my staff to the ground, even though I know it is my Bunny. He nuzzles into my neck and hair which helps me to relax into his grip. He finally speaks after what felt like an eternity to me, and I am immortal so that would be a very long time.

"I'm sorry, my Snowflake. I am so so sorry. Please don't leave here, don't leave me. I love you too much and would kill me if you left. We can talk, we can do whatever, I will do whatever I have to. I will open up what is eating at me inside just please don't go any farther." My heart beats hard against my rib cage in relief and happiness as he buries his muzzle where my shoulder and neck meet.

I lay one of my hands across his that are locked around my waist as the other reaches up scratching in between his two long ears that I can tell are still folded back in distress. I can feel as he starts to grind his teeth in content that I was not pulling away and a purr rumbling from his chest that I could feel in vibrating against my back more than hear.

"I am not going anywhere, my Flower. I am here and will always be here but you have to open up to me. Let me take some of the burden off your shoulders please. I want to be by your side not watching from the sidelines. I love you and no matter the tribulations always will love you." His body jerks in what I can only tell is sobbing/laughter but he just holds me tighter before pulling away and grabbing my hand. He reaches down grabbing my staff with the other and pulls me back towards the burrow, our home.

All I can think as give him a small smile when he looks back at me, like trying to make sure I am still there even with our hands weaved together, that he returns in earnest is that my question of how far was answered. I don't have to go that far.

Just have to say one thing before i go. Please review and let me know what you think. Did you cry? Think Jack was going to leave? Cursing Bunny in your mind or cursing Jack or both? Love hearing from you all.