Last part of Tree's Aren't Cool. Thanks for the reviews, favs, and follows! I really appreciate it :)

It took Bunny longer than usual to get back to the Pole, mostly because he had to carry both Jack and his staff. Not that Jack weighed a lot. But it was still difficult nonetheless, considering he also had to make sure not to jostle Jack too much. He didn't want to cause the kid more pain than he was already in. Jack hadn't stirred once on the whole trip there, and Bunny was getting extremely worried.

When they finally arrived, Bunny wasted no time in getting Jack to the infirmary, along the way instructing a yeti to fetch him North and the other Guardians. He placed Jack on one of the empty white beds, leaning his staff against the wall, and began gathering items to help speed the healing. Sure, they were immortal and therefore healed quickly, but Jack had a lot of bruises and scrapes pretty much everywhere on his body. Also what would most likely be a mild concussion and a fractured ankle. Poor guy would be bedridden for atleast a few days. And Bunny knew that definetely wouldn't be fun. Jack was basically a living ball of energy, being kept inside would be sheer torture for him.

It was only a few minutes before North entered, Sandy and Tooth close behind. They looked utterly confused as to why a yeti had come to them and told them to head straight for infirmary. Why were they even in here in the first place? Was someone hurt? All questions seemed to be answered though when their eyes rested on the small form lying on the bed, all scratched up and bruised. What?! Bunny turned to face them from where he was gathering the last of the medicine needed, and greeted them with a nod. He placed the items on a mahogany tabke beside the bed that Jack was currently resting on. A heavy silence filled the room, the only sound Jack's ragged breathing and the noise from the workshop.

Tooth was the first to break the silence. "Bunny, what happened?!" she cried, zipping over to Jack and fussing over him, opening his mouth to check his teeth. No damage there, thank Manny, but the rest of him, oh my goodness! What had happened to her baby? Okay, yeah, they had only really known Jack for a little while, but he had really made an impression on her, what with his beautiful, beautiful teeth, and his always present crooked grin. They had become quick friends. He had even stopped by the Tooth Palace a few times just to say hello and see how things were going. He was always so happy! Seeing him like this, lying on a bed in an infirmary, dead to the world, filled Tooth with worry and sadness, and rage. If someone had dare harmed him...

Sandy and North, deciding not to get in the way of Tooth when she went into Mother Hen mode, (it was quite scary, mind you) waited for Bunny to answer. They were both of course upset to find their youngest member in this condition. Sandy had known the boy before he had become a Guardian. Jack would find Sandy some nights to watch the dream weaver do his work, and Sandy would sometimes tell him stories with his sand. But Sandy did have a lot of work to do, and Jack knew this. He never stayed for long. They parted ways, Jack to his lake, the dream maker back to his dream making. But the golden man would never forget to give the boy sweet dreams.

North hadn't met Jack before he had become a Guardian. (Or if he had, he had forgotten.) But in the short time that he had known him, North had grown a fondness to the snowy boy. Yes, he did freeze elves. Yes, he did bother the yetis. Jack played loads of pranks and teased, and always had a witty remark to share. But the boy really did have something special inside of him. He could make anything fun, and in the little time that he had been with the Guardians, they had already become closer. Almost like a family. A disfunctional family, but a family nonetheless.

Bunny sighed. "I dunno. I went out lookin' for 'im and found him at the bottom of a tree like this. I checked him over, none of the injuries are too bad, fractured ankle and possible mild concussion. Need you guys to help me clean 'im up."

Tooth had calmed down a fair bit and went to work with her fellow Guardians, cleaning Jack's scratches, putting a small cast on his ankle, and checking his head. There was only the medium sized bump. It would hurt for a bit, and Jack would get dizzy while standing for a while, but thankfully nothing more. They washed the blood and dirt from his hair, and replaced his dirt covered blue hoodie with a much too large white T-shirt, and his tattered brown pants with a pair of grey sweatpants that North had seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

Now all they had to do was wait for him to wake up and tell them what the heck happened.

Everything hurt.

Which was of course to be expected from smashing into a giant tree and free falling to the ground, but still. Jack groaned and went to roll over, expecting to get a face full of snow, but realized something. He was on a bed. And what was that smell? Cookies? The white haired immortal cracked open his eyes and took a look at his surroundings. Yes, he was on a bed. A white bed. The room he was in was also white, wooden cabinets lining the walls, filled with bottles of what looked to be medicine. There were a few green and red padded chairs in multiple areas in the room. It looked to be an infirmary. Why was he in an infirmary? Jack shut his eyes again and tried to remember what had happened before he had woken up. He was flying. Flying to... Jamie's house? Yes, Jamie's house. Right. Ok. So he was on his way to Jamie's house, and then what? He remembered branches. Lots and lots of branches, mixed in with blurs of brown and green, and falling, falling falling, and then hitting something, hard, and then nothing. What? Branches, brown, green... Had he hit a tree? That must have been it. Stupid trees.

Jack opened his eyes, and guessed that he was at the North Pole, if the little Christmas themed decorations and the slight smell of cookies was anything to go by. But how had he gotten here? The frosty teen looked at himself. There were small bandages in some places on his body, and a cast on his foot. He lifted an arm to check his head, and was surprised to find a bandage firmly wrapped around his snowy white hair. The Guardians had probably found him and taken him back here to fix him up. Which meant that as soon as they knew they found out he was awake, he would be bombarded with questions, and in Sandy's case, images. He closed his eyes. Great.

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Jack could hear the familiar buzzing of wings. Tooth.

"Oh, Jack, you're awake!" she sounded almost ecstatic.

Jack had to supress a chuckle at her excitement, and he opened his eyes. "Hey Tooth." he croaked, a bit surprised by the raggedness of his voice. How long had he been out?

"How do you feel? Are you comfortable? Does your head hurt? Does-" her flurry of questions was cut off by Jack laughing. "I'm fine, Tooth, really." he assured, voice still quite raw, but a bit better. Man, his throat hurt.

"Your voice doesn't sound too good, let me go get you a glass of water okay? I'll tell the others you're awake, too." Jack didn't have time to reply before she zoomed out of the room.

Minutes later, the fairy returned with a water pitcher and a glass, which she set down on the table. North, Sandy, and Bunnymund walked/floated in seconds after. They all had looks of relief on their face, although Bunny was obviously hiding it. Tooth hovered over and handed him a glass of water, which Jack took gratefully. He would have downed it in 3 seconds flat if Sandy hadn't stopped him with a silent chuckle. Jack pouted, but it was replaced with a small smile when Sandy grinned at him, relief pretty much glowing off of him. He watched as Bunny and North pulled a chair over and sat down.

"So, Frostbite, mind tellin' us what you were doin' half dead at the bottom of a tree?" Of course. Leave it to Bunny to get straight to the point.

Jack, to be honest, was a little embarassed with the whole flying into a tree thing. He shifted and looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Right. Um, I was heading to Jamie's, just for a quick visit, see how things were going y'know, and uh I guess I sorta flew headfirst into a tree." he said the last part rather quickly and quietly, still avoiding eye contact. He could practically feel their eyes burning into him.

"Mind repeatin' that mate? Slower?"

Jack sighed and looked up. "I hit a tree." he said flatly.

Sandy was the first to react. Images of sand popped up above his head. You got hurt this badly by hitting a tree?

"Well my staff was knocked out of my hand so I kinda free fell... Lots of trees in forests y'know..." Jack's eyes widened and he looked panicked, frantic almost. "My staff! Where's my staff?!"

North stood up and retrieved the staff, handing it to Jack. "Is right here, Jack, see? Everything ok!" He grinned at the boy and sat back down.

Jack smiled a bit sheepishly and ran his hands along the gnarled wood. He felt a lot better being able to feel it in his hands.

"We are glad that you are alright." Jack looked almost surprised at North's words. "Wha.." he muttered. "Why?"

The other guardians flinched slightly. "Jack." North said, smiling softly at the boy. "We are family!" He boomed, placing a large hand on Jack's bony shoulder. Sandy, Tooth, and even Bunny, smiled and nodded in agreement.

Jack looked at each of the Guardians, a smile upon his face. It wasn't a mischevious smile, the one he would always flash before or after playing a prank or teasing Bunny. It wasn't his cocky grin, or the smile he used to hide his pain.

It was a warm smile, although ironic that it was coming from a winter spirit. It said, loud and clear, thank you.

Haha really lame ending, I apoligize. I really couldn't think of how to end it :s.

Ok, so now that arc's over, any suggestions for more one shots or arcs?

R&R please!