((My HEADCANNON that Jack Frost cried almost all the time before he became a guardian. But after three hundred years he got tired of crying.))

Jack Frost limped along the warm spring day wondering if he'd ever find a place to rest. Usually and injured boy wandering the streets of a large city would concern someone. But you know the reason it wouldn't for this particular boy.

The reason he was limping was most likely the gaping wound on the back of his leg. His brown pants were pulled up above his knee to prevent blood stains. His bright blue hoodie was held in his uninjured arm, the other shoulder ripped raw, the white tank top ripped to shreds.

If he was anyone else he would have gone straight to the hospital. But you know why he didn't. Even so he should have gone to the hospital, to repair the wound himself. But at that moment he was scared to fly. With the amount of blood he was loosing thin air wouldn't help the matter.

Finding no trace of snow or cold anywhere he sat under a tree and tried to calm down. He would be ok. He just needed to keep a cool head and think of a solution.

A sound in the distance caught his attention. It was like the earth had swallowed something. Standing, Jack glanced around the tree.

A large gray mass of fur stood and smiled. It was the Easter Bunny. Seven feet tall with boomerangs strapped to his back he was a foreboding figure, unlike the fluffy creature legend made him out to be. But no one feared the huge rabbit more than the boy behind the tree.

Several years before Jack had lost control of his powers and a blizzard had reigned over Easter. Bunny had never forgiven the child. Despite all the reasons Jack Frost should have kept away he did need help.

"Bunny?" Jack walked out from behind the tree, his injuries hidden through the thick foliage.

He lifted his boomerangs and aimed, all the gray patterned fur become tence. "Who's there?" He caught sight of the boy and sneered. "What are you doing here?"

Jack chuckled, "Got a little lost," he winced as his shoulder twinged.
"Then go get lost somewhere else," Bunny adjusted his grip on his weapon.
"I would, but I need your help."

"Me?" Bunny laughed, a harsh sarcastic sound. "Help you? Not in your wildest dreams!" He took a step forward and growls in his face. "I will never help you."
Anyone not blinded by rage or hate would've seen how terrified the white haired boy was. They would've seen him tremble like a small child under his glare. They would've seen the dark circles under the ice blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

The oversize beast snorted before turning away.

"I don't want your help," Jack whispered stopping Bunny for a moment. "But I need it."

"Told you already," Bunny didn't even bother turning around. "No."

"Bunny, please!" Jack begged as the rabbit began to walk away. He began to walk forward but his footsteps faltered and he crashed to the ground. Injuries, recent and older rattled the thin frame making him moan.

Bunny stopped, daring one glance. The boy was lying on the ground staff clutched to his chest and blood pooling around him.

"I swear, frostbite if this is another one of your blasted pranks..." Bunny trailed off as the boy did not move.

He hopped closer, listening closely. He was trying to breathe but all that seemed to come out were short pained sobs.

"Frostbite?"

Jack looked up with those huge childlike eyes. "What do you want?" He sniffed.

"I'm gonna help you."

"But you said no..."

Bunny scooped up the child in his strong fuzzy arms. "I don't care what I said you need help."

"No," Jack whimpered, hitting Bunny lightly with his staff. "Don't touch me. You hate me." Tears began to leak out the corner of his eyes.

"Aw shut up, 'fore I change my mind."

Jack became resolutely silent, nuzzling into the warm gray fur, and almost instantly blacking out.

tell me what you think. This is a quick fic, maybe a couple more chapters