Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rise of the Guardian characters, places, or references. I also do not own the museum or any of the artworks that I mention. I do own the plot and my OC's. Enjoy.

Walking into the museum was like walking back in time for Jack. The smell, the echoing sounds, the cool air. All brought memories for Jack. His first art gallery, when he started. The shows all over the world. Sneaking into museums and galleries as Jackson Overland to see other artworks. He could almost feel the paintbrush in his hand. Or the chisel if he was sculpting. Jack smiled and paid the man for a ticket.

"And make sure to give me access to the all the galleries. When do you close?" Jack asked.

"That will be 39 dollars, sir. We are open until 5. Enjoy your day." The teller told Jack. Jack smiled and walked into the actual museum. First, the ground floor. He worked his way through the oriental art first, looking at pieces of armor and paintings from old Korea, Japan and China. He smiled slightly as he passed from room to room, looking through the protective display cases. He loved looking at art. There was always a story behind everything, even the new art that was a canvas covered in just blue. The story behind why the artist did it. The story behind the people or the landscape. That was the part he enjoyed the most. It was amazing that he hadn't come here earlier.

Soon enough, Jack had worked his way through the first section of the first floor and went to one of his favorite sections. Modern art. The type of art that he technically painted in. Of course, he could never really be a modern artist since that period ended in the 70's, but he painted very much like them. Through life experiences, people, and emotions. He was enjoying looking at some photography when another sign caught his eyes.

Special Exhibition- A Winter Prince: The most famous works of Jack Frost

He dropped his eyes immediately and turned on the heel of his foot. No need to go look at your own paintings. No need to bring up bad memories. It would be like going back to Burgess. Back to the lake. He had only taken a step forward when he ran into something hard, promptly causing Jack to fall on his butt.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and-"

"Jack?" A familiar voice called, making Jack finally looked up to see who he hit. Luck wasn't on his side.

"Hey there Kangaroo. Didn't think I would see you here." Jack retorted, picking himself off of the marble floor. Bunny scowled at him, causing Jack to grin slightly.Still didn't like that.

"Ah could say the same ta ya, Frostbite. Didn't see ya as an art person." Bunny responded gruffly, crossing his arms. Jack took the opportunity to look over his boss. It was new to see him in something other than slacks and button up shirts. Bunny wore a pair of wore out jeans that had seen better days, a plain white shirt with obviously accidental paint splatters on it and a leather jacket. Not bad. Jack didn't think that someone could look that good in those type of clothes, but Bunny pulled it off.

"Haven't been here in a while. Decided to waste some hours in here since Sunshine took over the apartment for her gamer friends." Jack replied, placing his hands behind his head. "What are you doing here?"

Bunny turned to the side and pointed at the sign Jack had just read. "Came ta see that bloke's work. Kid was amazin'. Didn't watch him skate but Ah love his paintings. Could have been one of the greats but he just disappeared. No one knows what happened ta him. So, when they have an exhibit on him, Ah come and see it."

Jack couldn't help but smirk slightly. The fact that his boss, who he was pretty sure hated his guts, loved his paintings was ironic. Painfully ironic. But it wasn't like Jack couldn't rub it in Bunny's face. That would mean telling him everything. The last time he did that was to Talayeh in junior year of college since they decided to continue rooming together. So instead, he decided to half lie and play it cool.

"Jack Frost? I guess he's a good artist. I mean, not one of my favorites and frankly, he was a better ice skater. But if you like that kind of art whatever." Jack nonchalantly commented, sticking his hands in his back pockets. Bunny glared at him for a second before shaking his head.

"Ya don't know what ya missin' then mate. Believe me, his paintings seem deeper and speak ta me. Ah guess ya just don't know what art is." Jack narrowed his eyes.

"Oh really? Well, how about you show me what art is then, Kangaroo?" As soon as the words left him, he instantly regretted it. Stuck in a gallery looking at his old artwork with his boss that he was attracted to for some reason. Bunny smirked.

"Come on then Snowflake. Let's go look at real art."

. . . . . . . .

The awkwardness of the situation wasn't only pressing on Jack. Bunny's mind was reeling with what had just happened. It was just supposed to be a quick greeting and then an excuse to hightail it out of there. But, as anything with Jack involved, it spiraled out of control. Now they were on this half-date, half-competition of pure silence and awkwardness. This was not how Bunny had imagined his day going. He was supposed to come here to see the exhibit, look around for a bit and then go home to relax on his day off.

They entered the exhibit in silence and soon stood in front of the first painting. Bunny smiled slightly. This was one of his favorites. The painting was of a bunch of children in winter clothes looking for Easter eggs. Snow covered the ground and some of the eggs, but it just made it look magical. All the children were smiling and laughing, the shapes of adults standing in the background. He heard a small groan come from his left. Glancing over, he saw Jack putting his face in his hands and shaking his head.

"What's wrong with the painting, ya gumby?" Bunny questioned, slightly irritated at the boy. Jack lifted his head and gave him a 'duh' look.

"The coloring is off. He should of used a softer silver for the snow and brighter pastels for the eggs. And the shapes of the adults are off proportioned. And don't even get me started on his brushstrokes. So uneven. At least the line work is decent." Jack critiqued. Pointing out things that Bunny hadn't even noticed. Looking closer, he realized that the bloke was right. He had always seen the picture as a whole rather than look for the slight mistakes.

"Well, the bloke was just 8 years when he painted this. It ain't gonna be perfect. Ya bein' a little harsh on the artist, aren't ya?"

Jack shrugged in response and moved on to the next one. He wrinkled his nose; something that Bunny couldn't help think was cute. It reminded Bunny of a little boy scrunching his nose at a girl. Adorable. Shaking himself from those thoughts, he looked over at the painting. This one was of a skater on the ice in mid jump, his movements almost real. It was executed well, seeing that it was an action shot that had a lot of anatomy in it. It wasn't really a painting, but more of a drawing using black paint instead of pencil or charcoal. As far as Bunny could see, there was nothing wrong with the picture. The shading and anatomy was right. Perspective was well chosen. But Jack still seemed displeased with it.

"Ok, what's wrong with the picture, now?"

Jack groaned. "It's obvious! That pose was the worst one to pick. He should have drawn a single axel jump instead of a single salchow jump. Gives the picture more depth. I mean, any competent ice skater and artist would know this." He explained, leaving Bunny dumbfounded. He honestly didn't understand a word that had left the younger boy's mouth.

"Are ya gonna be like this with all of his work?" Bunny inquired, actually curious. Jack thought for a moment and shrugged.

"I can just see the mistakes in them. Sorry."

"Is there any that ya like?"

Jack grinned and looked around quickly before stopping. Grabbing Bunny's wrist, he dragged the taller man across the gallery, causing him to stumble a bit. They stopped in front of an unfamiliar painting. Bunny straightened and took back his arm as Jack gazed at the painting. It was different from Jack Frost's other work. It didn't have anything about snow or winter or even ice skating. It was of a young girl sitting underneath a tree in the middle of a meadow, sleeping with a small dove on her shoulder. She was laying down, her features peaceful and content as other doves flew around her. The picture was titled Spring's Sweet Daughter. Her hair was brown and she wore a bright blue sundress that went down to her knees and matching flats. It was like looking at one of his younger sisters when they llived in Australia.

"I love this painting. He did everything right. His best work of art. I couldn't find any flaws in this if I tried." Jack softly told Bunny, his expression softening. Bunny gazed at the picture with confusion. Sure, it was a good painting, but Frost had made better.

"Why do ya like it so much?"

Jack was silent for a minute. "I like the emotions in art. The stories behind the picture or the artist. I want to know what inspired them, how they did it, why they did it that way, everything. This picture is full of innocence and love. Everything is bright and naïve, something you don't see every day. It was his last happy work of art, you know. After this was painted, he dropped off the radar for a couple of months and came back. But all of his paintings and sculptures after that were depressing and full of sadness and pain. And then he disappeared completely. So it's kind of special in a way. It marks that end of the true Jack Frost."

Bunny was stunned by his response to the question. It was deeper than Bunny thought it would be. How did Jack know all of that about the paintings? He didn't even like Frost's work! But the boy seemed deep in thought. Before Bunny could give an intelligent response, a slight vibrating noise echoed through the quiet room. Jack snapped out of his reverie and quickly took answered his phone.

"Sunshine? You're done already? I thought I had at least another two hours to explore….No! I'm so fine with coming home….Went to Starbucks and ran into the Bracks siblings. Had brunch with them. Came to the art museum after that. You won't guess who I ran into….No I did not run into him. He's still in Pennsylvania training children to do whatever. I ran into the Kangaroo...Bunny, I ran into Bunny. God you can't ever remember my intelligent nicknames for people….Well that was rude to say….What do you-but-fine I'll ask. You're really pushy today." Jack put the phone down and turned to Bunny, not making eye contact.

"What?"

"Talayeh wants to know if you want to join me and her for dinner. Apparently, she has one of our friends over that she has a crush on and wants me to make dinner. Since she's nervous, she wanted me to invite you. You don't have to come or anything. I'm cooking some Italian dish that Talayeh is in love with. So…." Jack offered nervously. Bunny wanted to smirk so badly but the boy looked ready to pee himself as it was.

"Sure."

"What?" Jack's eyes widened at Bunny's response. He only offered because he didn't think the Aussie would say yes. Great.

"Sure, larkin. Ah'll join ya and Summers for dinner. But that pasta better be amazin'."

So, this chapter is finally done. 3 days late and done late at night but finally done. I was actually going to post this on Tuesday, but I had to do a bunch of school work these past couple of days and then my parents were using the computer for a bunch of vacation things. I don't really know. All I know is that we only have one working computer and so many hours in the day. So, sorry for my lateness. I will try and get on schedule this next time since school is ending this next week. I'm excited for next chapter. Jack and Bunny are going on a double date…sort of. Not really. But cuteness will happen before seriousness takes over the majority of this story. Anyway, on to the review responses.

To Kiri711:

Thank you for your concern. I had only had mine for 7 years, but she was a part of my life. It's so weird now that's she's gone. But, I found out that I grieve best if I concentrate on something else. Which is why the chapter came out earlier than you guys might have thought. I have fun writing about the Bracks twins, mostly because they are not what they seem. At all. Now, don't quote me if that is what a profiler does. I am not in any police work, nor do I know any profiler. My info is from the internet and my mind, which are not always correct. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.

To Sherlock-Jim-Stole-the-TARDIS:

Thank you! That is why I do what I do. I hope I brighten people's day, or at least make them get feels. As you can see, I am updating this according to schedule. Yeah, I try and make the plot unique to keep people on their toes. Believe me, there are going to be so many plot twists in this story. And many are going to be a total blindside.

I'm kinda sad that more people didn't review. Oh well. That is life. Well, this is the end of my authors note. As always, review please. See you next time.