Okay, so this is my first fan fiction that I've ever posted, so it might not be the greatest. But I really hope you like it. It won't have any pairings or anything like that, because romance isn't really my forte, but it'll have a more familial type love in it. So, I'm sorry if it isn't really what you wanted. But if you don't have a problem with that or anything, I'd really like you guys to give it a try. So on with the First chapter. :)

Chapter One: The Start of The Hurt

"Why do I have to go and get that bloody show pony? He knew we had a meetin' planned for tonight to discuss how we were goin' to make the holidays betta' for the ankl' bitta's. But no, he just had to go an' blow us off. I don't understand why North doesn't keep a bloody leash on that bloody snowman! So now I hav' to go and waste my time and go get him!" Bunnymund grumbled. He was irritated that he was always the one to go and get him, and was always treated like a babysitter. "I'm the freakin' EASTER BUNNY for the moon's sake!" He yelled in to the forest he was walking through. He was walking towards the lake on the edge of Burgess, that Jack always seemed to be at. Bunny sighed. It was pointless to be yelling if no one was going to be paying attention, so he decided that once he found Jack he would give him the what for.

He walked through the forest and was nearing his destination. The lake was just on the other side of this hill. He walked up the small hill and down the other side to the clearing that held the lake. He reached the edge of the clearing and was about to yell for Frostbite, but stopped dead in his tracks...

Everything was in complete chaos. Some of the trees had been destroyed, the lake had huge chunks of ice sticking at odd angles, and the snow had craters in it; like someone had chosen to shoot at it with a cannon that didn't have to reload. His ears perked, and he sniffed the air, he could still make out Jack's scent. But... He could also make out the metallic tang of blood in the frosty air. Bunny leapt into action. He withdrew one of his boomerangs, and hopped into the clearing. "Frostbite?! Where are ya?!" He yelled as he neared the edge of the lake. He glanced around the area, hoping to find some clues. He then saw small droplets of crimson staining the snow, he followed the trail. As he went further on the droplets turned to larger splatters, and finally he came across a deep indentation in the snow. It looked like Jack had fallen and collapsed into it, then proceeded to drag himself along the ground if the long streaks of crimson were anything to go by.

"Jack?!" He continued to call, hoping to receive a reply. He pushed forward again, looking out for any signs of that infamous blue hoodie. He heard a twig snap, and a groan. Without a second thought he ran towards the noise. "Jack? Jack, you there frostbite?" He received a small grunt in reply. He looked over to the sound and saw Jack sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree.

He had his eyes closed, and his breathing sound labored and wheezy. His skin was paler than usual, and his hoodie had a dark purple stain coming from the side. His leg was twisted at an odd angle, and his arm laid limply by his side. His hair was matted with the sticky substance of blood, and he had thousands of scratches littering his visible skin. Bunny stepped closer to the immortal teen, and Jack's eyes flickered open, watching the pooka warily. "Bu-Bun-ny?" His voice a mere whisper, that sounded hoarse as though he had been screaming.

Bunny knelt down by Jack, "Yeah, it's me mate. I'm gonna take you to the pole and get you fixed up, alright?"

Jack tilted his head to the side for a moment, as though he couldn't understand, but then nodded. He took a shaky breath in, "I-It was P-Pitch. He said i-it was j-just the b-beginning and t-that we won't w-win this time." His voice cracked and he kept stuttering trying to make a coherent sentence. Bunny's anger flared, his thoughts centered on how Pitch could possibly do this, and why he would dare to hurt the youngest guardian. Bunny looked down at Jack again, and picked the teen up gently. Jack hissed in pain through clenched teeth. His fingers held tightly to the pooka's fur, his eyes squeezed shut trying to block out the stabbing, burning sensation that hit him each time he moved even the slightest bit. "M-my s-staff." He finally managed to loosen his jaw to say those two words. Bunny looked around the small grove they had entered, and saw the staff. It was in two halves.

He leaned down carefully, as not to jostle the boy, and picked them up. He stood up again and held a small bit tighter to the boy in his arms. "We'll use the tunnels, it will make it a quicker trip back to the pole." Jack held tighter to the pooka's fur, as acknowledgement to the statement. Bunny tapped his paw to the ground twice and his tunnel appeared, his eyes flickered down to the teen's face, and jumped into the hole leading back to the North Pole.

So, that was the first chapter. Sorry, if it wasn't that long. I just thought that it would be a good start. I would appreciate it if anybody would give me some pointers or advice on how I can make it better so everyone can enjoy more. I would also like some constructive criticism on how to make it sound better and add more depth. I also want to say sorry if it had any mistakes or grammatical issues, I tried to fix the majority of them, but sometimes I miss some. Please R&R! -Smaguire XP