Ya! My first Fanfiction! Please be nice!
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own RoTG *sniffle sniffle*
It was official, Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun, was bored.
When he said he was bored, he meant it. Easter was around the corner and Bunny told him that he didn't want to see a single speck of snow on the ground. What harm can a little snow do, well it can do a lot in Bunny's opinion.
He couldn't visit Jamie since he was visiting his aunt's house in North Carolina, and told him that he won't be back until Easter. The other Guardians were probably busy preparing for there holidays (or in Tooth and Sandy's case, doing their nightly rounds).
"What to do, what to do." Jack thought endlessly to himself. He was sitting on the roof of Santoff Claussen, watching the moonbeams dance through the sky. It was ironic really, how he was the Guardian of Fun and all, and he was really, really, really bored and-
"Eh Frostbite, is that you mate?" That familiar Aussie accent killed his train of thoughts.
"Hi there Kangaroo, shouldn't you be preparing for Easter or something?"
Bunny grumbled under his breath at the nickname. "Yes." He huffed as he plopped down next to the winter spirit. "Then what are you doing here?" Jack asked nonchalantly, still staring at the beautiful arctic twilight.
"Well..." Bunny started, "Easter is in three days, and I want everything to be perfect. I can't have anotha' Easter like the last one to happen again."
Jack averted his attention to his staff he was now clutching in his hand. He remembered that vivid day. His sister's voice, the betrayal, the raw and utter fear that the Guardians didn't want him anymore, that Pitch was right, that he could of ended up all alone again...
Bunny noticed his younger comrade stiffen, hurt visibly etched on his pale face.
"The Easter that Pitch ruined." He added quickly, deciding to tell Jack why he was here. "So Frostbite, I was wonderin' if ya' wanted to, ya' know, help me paint some eggs?"
Jack immediately turned to look at Bunny, seeing if he was joking around with him or something. "Are you serious?"
"Nah mate, I'm not messin' with ya'. Jus' wann' know if ya' wanted to help me that's all."
"Really?" Jack looked at Bunny, his eyes full of...hope. "Ya because, well, I trust ya'." Jack fully faced Bunny now, a small smile plastered on his face. "I can trust ya' right?" Bunny asked with a hint of humor in his voice, a small grin tugged at his lips.
"Why wouldn't you!" Jack asked playfully.
"Ya give me a million reasons every day kiddo." Bunny teased. "Really, name three of the top of your head." Jack asked.
"Oh, well for starters you once let all the elves into my Warren," Bunny casually stated. "Hey!" Jack protested, "That wasn't my fault! The elves knocked over a shelve of snow globes that teleported them to the Warren, and I happened to be in the middle of all of that."
"Then wheneva' I walk into the Globe Room, I either get a bucket of cold water dumped on my head or a pile of snow that 'magically' falls from the sky."
"Hey I'm telling you, the yetis are wizards or something. I guaranty Phil has something to do with it!" Bunny chuckled at this. "Oh really." He lightly punched Jack in the arm and they both started to laugh a little.
"And sometimes ya' sneak into my Warren and pelt me with snowballs, sayin' that I need a break or somethin'." Jack sighed. " Well, you do over work yourself silly sometimes."
"Can't argue with that." Bunny said calmly. "So, speaking of which, ya' gonna' help me or what?" Jack grinned again. "Sure thing Cottontail."
"Alright then, lets hop to it." Bunny said standing up clumsily, wondering how he was going to get of the iced roof of the Russian palace (and wondering how he got on here in the first place). Jack slid down like a professional, laughing inwardly at Bunny's failed attempts. "Try not to fall." Jack teased, earning a look from Bunny who mumbled something on the lines of "bloody show pony".
Once they got inside, Bunny tapped his foot twice on the ground, opening a tunnel. "Afta' you mate."
"Aye-aye cap'n!" Jack saluted as he jumped into the hole and slid down the tunnel to the Warren. Bunny in hot pursuit of the youngster.
"Whoooooaaaaah!" Jack yelled as he slid down the tunnel like a side, with Bunny running right next to him. The tunnel suddenly stopped and they were greeted with the sights and smells of Spring. Jack dusted off his pants and picked up his staff, hurrying over to Bunny.
"Okay Frostbite, you know the rules. If ya' make it snow in my Warren, your in big trouble, got it?" Jack smirked at Bunny while resting his staff on his shoulder. "Jeez, you don't need to keep reminding me."
Bunny snorted as he and Jack sat up against a tree near one of the dye rivers. Different types of paints and paintbrushes surrounded them. Suddenly, a group of unpainted eggs waltzed up to them. Some tripping and falling while others were running into each other. Bunny picked up an egg and a paintbrush and started painting a green base coating on it.
A little egglet walked up to Jack and started to jump up and down, beckoning to be picked up. Jack picked up the googie, which was now squirming in his hand. He grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it into a dark blue paint container. The egg moved around a little bit in his palm, but it remained still when he started to paint it. A little dab here and light coating over there, and soon enough, Jack lost count of the time, and the eggs he painted.
Bunny looked over his shoulder to see how Jack was doing, but he didn't expect to see a group of beautifully painted egglets running around the winter spirit. They weren't as good as his, but they were pretty darn good. One egg had flower designs on it with vines crawling up the side. Another one was more abstract, with light blue swirls and spirals, it looked like the wind came out of the sky and swirled into it. The most regal though was the one Jack was currently painting. He wasn't finished with it yet, but by the way Jack was painting it he could tell it was flawless.
"I didn't know that ya' were
this artistic Frostbite." Jack looked up at Bunny.
"Well, I did have three hundred years to practice." He remarked casually and returned to painting the egg.
Bunny winced as those words sent a dagger strait through his heart. Why, he asked himself. Why did him and the others leave him alone for three hundred years. Why did they overestimate him and pass him off as a nuisance and a trouble maker. Why is all they could ask themselves.
Bunny scooted closer to the winter child. He knew what he had to say to Jack, because it was either now, or never.
"Listen, uh, Jack,"
Jack turned and fully focused on Bunny now, ignoring the squirming egg grasped in his hand .Bunny never calls him Jack, only nicknames like 'Frostbite' and 'Snowflake', so whatever he was about to tell him, it must be important.
"Yeah?"
"I jus', wanted to tell ya' that, that we're sorry. Ya' know, me and the others, for, for leavin' ya' alone all those years." Bunny stammered out.
Jack just stared at him, his eyes dulling. "You don't know how it feels," He whispered, turning away. "to be...to be hated for what you do." Bunny was about to say something but Jack continued.
"You don't know how it feels to be walked through for centuries, to question your creation and wonder why you exist. You don't know how it feels to finally, to finally meet someone who can see you, but then they just reject you!" Bunny knew Jack was referring to him. He said a lot of bad stuff to him over the years, especially on the Blizzard of 68'.
Jack was now yelling, tears threatening to spill out.
"You don't know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep every night, hoping that its all a bad dream and will go away, but then you wake up only to have your hopes crushed again! You don't know how hard it is to try to stay happy and lie to yourself everyday, saying that one day, one day people won't just run right through you like you don't exist!" Jack was full out sobbing now, his wintery form trembling.
"You, you don't know what it feels like to, to be alone!" He cried.
Without thinking, Bunny grabbed the distraught teenager and pulled him into a strong embrace. Jack tried in vain to break out of it, but Bunny just held him tighter. Finally after struggling to escape, he just gave up, and collapsed into Bunny, holding the fur on his back like a death grip. Bunny nuzzled the boys temple, and leaned into the touch.
Jack continued to sob into Bunny, frozen beads of water dripping down his fur. "We're so sorry mate, for not bein' there when ya' needed us. We promise we won't eva' leave ya' alone again."
Jack looked up from where he was having his emotional break-down and turned to Bunny's face. "You guys promise?" He asked in a wary tone.
Bunny leaned down and nuzzled the boy's temple again. "We promise."
They stayed like that, Bunny comforting the younger spirit, for awhile until Jack broke the silence. "Uh, Bunny?"
"Ya Snowflake?"
"You,you can let go of me now." Jack stated. "Oh ya." Bunny spoke, dropping Jack on the ground rather unpleasantly. "Hey!" Jack remarked. "You didn't need to drop me you know." He said with his trademark grin plastered to his face.
"Ya, I know." Bunny simply replied as he picked a wandering egglet and dabbed a blotch of yellow paint on it.
Jack snorted and sat back down near the hoard of eggs he painted, grabbing his half-finished one and painting fern-like frost patterns on it. "Thank-you." He whispered, barely audible. Bunny's keen hearing picked up the two words, and scotched closer to Jack once more.
"No problem mate, jus' don't tell the others I hugged you, m'kay."
"Let me guess, your pride and dignity is against it?"
Bunny thought for a moment. "Yes."
Jack put down the newly finished egg, a beautiful light blue colored base with frost designs and snowflakes painted on it.
"Ok, I won't."
Ugh, *face-palms*. What have I done. *throws computer across the room and hides in a corner*. Oh well, I hope you like is piece of trash more than I do.
Please review and make me happy PLEASE!