Summary: There was always that one spirit who no one ever talked about. One of the oldest spirits born by the Man in the Moon, constantly wandering the Earth waiting for thousands of years for... well, she didn't really know. Now she feels like she's carrying the sky with the internal war between the nightmares and herself. Can a certain dysfunctional family be able to ease her pain?

Welcome to my first fan fic!

This story will be different from all those ROTG fics that go will the usual plot: "new oc - chosen to be a guardian - falls in love with jack - pitch comes back - finally knows memories- ..." NO. This is different; wanna know how? just read on.

If you have any questions, just ask away in a review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. It is property of Dreamworks Animation and William Edward Joyce.

"Well, Kangaroo, you could have just warned me!"

"Ever heard of common sense, Frostbite? You've known me for years, yet you still don't understand how hard it is for me to prepare for Easter!"

"Bunny, calm down, I'm sure Jack didn't mean it."

"So you're on his side, am I right, Tooth? Of course you'd be on his side! It's because he's a kid isn't he? But he should learn!"

"Stop being so melodramatic, Kangaroo. And Tooth's right, I didn't mean it! It was an accident, what part of that do you not understand?"

"But Jack, you still didn't have to prank Bunny in the first place."

"It was supposed to be just a small one, North! If only Bunny took a better look out for his eggs, it wouldn't go out of hand!"

"Y'know what, Frostbite, I've had enough."

"Did you also know that I feel the same way? I'm out of here."

"See ya later."

"Jack! Bunny! Come back here!"

"It'll be alright, Tooth. They just need time to cool off, they'll be back, I'm sure of it."

The night was still; no laughter, no music, no rustling of leaves; just complete and utter silence - except for the grumbles of a certain white-haired boy.

"Stupid Bunny... stupid eggs... stupid Easter... and stupid me."

Jack sat on the gutter of one of the houses in Burgess, feet dangling in mid-air and staff held tightly. He sighed, it was just like the Blizzard of '68 all over again - another accident, more blaming and yelling at Jack Frost. "You just had to make mess of everything again, don't you Jack?" he scolded himself.

"Got yourself in trouble again?"

Jack jumped up at the voice and almost lost his balance. Then he suddenly recognized the voice. "Dang it, Fleur. Stop appearing out of nowhere." he said. The girl chuckled behind the tree leaves. A moment of silence passed between them before Fleur decided to speak up.

"Why didn't you try giving a sincere apology?"

"But Bunny-"

"But Bunny, what?"

"I-!"

Jack sighed in defeat. It's because I was so stubborn, Jack thought and stared at his bare feet. This would not have happened if it weren't for my stubborness...

"Jack, it's so simple. A sincere apology would do just the trick. Now don't get yourself a depression now, they're probably looking for you. They're your family, they want what's best for you and-"

"What do you know about family?"

Jack gasped — he really didn't mean to say that! "Fleur, no, I'm sorry-"

"No," she said darkly, "you're right. What do I know?"

Another moment of silence. The Winter Spirit was mentally slapping himself upside the head. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"As I was saying, they're probably looking for you. And Bunny has something to say to you, too, Jack. It must be important."

The Guardian was still silent.

"It was nice seeing you again, Jack."

Jack widened his eyes, "Hey, wait!"

Leaves started to rustle louder, it seemed as if the Fleur was jumping from tree to tree. The Guardian quickly called the Wind and started following her. It soon ended up as a chase, the spirit jumping from tree to tree and Jack chasing her down. As the row of trees ended, the girl jumped down and ran as fast as she could, her brown cloak flowing in the breeze, but managed to keep her hood up. Jack kept his eyes on that cloak, determined to reach it to stop her from moving. Almost there. He grasped at the cloth, stopping the girl briefly. However, Fleur's instincts were rapid; she did a back flip, landing behind Jack, and untied her cloak. This momentarily blocked the Winter Spirit's vision. "Hey!" he exclaimed. He could hear her footsteps slowly fading, and when he got the cloak off him, she was gone.

Jack stared at the brown cloak he was holding and said, "I didn't even get to say thank you."

The Easter Bunny was in his Warren, trying to clean out the snow and collecting his eggs. It was quiet in the Warren, but it was loud and troubling in the Guardian's mind.

We should never have trusted you!

Memories from that day kept replaying in his head - the look on Jack's face was crestfallen when his heart broke when the Guardians thought he betrayed them. Betrayal. Such a strong and delicate word. It can change someone's perspective, maybe even change his life. And to think Bunny believed that some one like Jack, of all people, would betray them, the closest thing he has to a family. The Pooka felt really guilty, all of the sudden displeased with himself for taking away the child's only hope that time. Heck, he was the bloody Guardian of Hope, for crying out loud. He really hoped that he didn't do it again this time.

Well, he still didn't have to mess up my Warren! Bunny thought. There was a war inside his head, undecided whether to forgive the boy or not.

"You should forgive him, you know."

The Guardian swiftly turned around, ready to swing his boomerang at who ever spoke. But the thing is, he couldn't find it.

"Alright, sheila, you better show your face!" he warned.

"You're just like him, you know? Same instincts. But different thoughts," she observed.

"You don't know what you're talking about! What do you want?" Bunny demanded.

"Just a small chat, if that's okay with you. And that I don't have to show my face to you," she simply replied.

The Pooka hmphed and lowered his boomerangs, "Alright, sheila, what do you wanna talk about?"

"You... and Jack."

"Wait, how'd you know our names?"

"What spirit doesn't know about the famous Easter Bunny and Jack Frost?"

"Fair point," he mumbled.

"Anyways, you should forgive him."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you don't want him to feel how he felt during the Easter 10 years ago again. You obviously care about him."

Bunny just stared at the ground. Maybe it was true, he cared about Jack, he was like that little brother... he once had. Bunny had always felt guilty about that Easter too, and obviously didn't want it to happen again.

"And admit it, you love how he pulls pranks on you and that you'd have payback. Do you want to stop that kind of brotherly relationship?"

Bunny was quiet for a moment, then whispered, "What should I do?"

"Like I said, forgive him, give him another chance. Maybe even ask him to help out here in the Warren to make it up to you."

"It's that simple?"

"That simple."

"Oh."

Neither of them spoke for a moment. There was a small shuffling noise which caused Bunny to turn around. Up in a tree, his eyes met with emerald green ones, almost just like his own. The girl watched the Guardian think for a moment before saying, "I might see you again soon, Bunnymund." Then she swiftly ran pass the large rocks of the Warren.

"Sheila, wait! I didn't even get your name!"

The noise of the girl's footsteps quieted down for a bit, and after a moment, she finally answered, "Fleur," then disappeared.

Don't worry, you guys will learn more about Fleur in the next chapter, which is already in my hands ;) This chapter is terrible, I know. So please leave a review for me, I need tips. Criticism is highly appreciated, of course. Reviews keep me going, so review if you want the second chapter in two days time, or maybe sooner :) Favorites and follows are appreciated too!

See y'all soon!

xxMystiquota