Title- MayDay

Summary- The one where Jack wants to spend time with North and Bunny, they say no, and discover Jack rides the wind.

Characters- Jack Frost, Bunnymund, North

Rating-T

"It's the middle of May," said North. "This is not a good idea."

"It's not hot there right now," said Jack, floating around in his excitement. "Please?"

"Mate, it's just not a smart idea," said Bunny, leaning back in his chair at the North Pole. "Not right now."

"I wasn't asking permission," said Jack, his eyes flashing. "I was inviting you to tag along. I'm 300 years old, I don't need anyone's permission to go anywhere or do anything. If you don't want to go, fine, I'll go myself."

With that, Jack let his feet briefly touch North's worktable before launching out of the perpetually open window, a small gust of wind ruffling a few papers.

"Jack, wait," called North, but the young spirit was already gone.

"He'll be fine," said Bunny, yawning.

"No," said North, pushing away from his work. "He finally invited us into his life and to do something with him and we rejected that. We're going to meet him."

"Fine," sighed Bunny.

Bunny had no problem going to meet up with Jack. The only reason he'd said no was because he didn't want the kid to get a big head or know the Easter Bunny had grown fond of him. In reality, he was planning on surprising Jack and showing up anyway. North gave him a surprised look but didn't comment on how quickly he agreed.

"To the sleigh!"

"I'll meet you there, I'm taking my tunnels."

North shrugged as Bunny tapped the ground twice and disappeared through the tunnel, hopping at top speeds.

He arrived just as Jack got there, still in the air.

"Jack?" called Bunny, looking up as Jack swirled on the wind, mixing with angry clouds, his white hair standing out against all the grey. "Get out of there!"

Jack couldn't hear him and just kept spinning.

The air was heavy and wind unruly and started tossing Jack as he got closer to his destination.

"Wind, relax, would you?" called Jack, adjusting his hold on his staff. "Calm down. It looks like we're about to hit some weather, let's head north to the city."

The wind simply ignored him, caught in the swirling vortex as a storm began to find it's stride in Oklahoma. He wanted to go to Oklahoma to ride the cold front as it moved through, he always enjoyed riding the currents, seeing the land, just floating along lazily. It wasn't until he was over Oklahoma that he realized his mistake; it wasn't smart to ride any cold front through Oklahoma in May or June. He had just been so caught up in the fun of making winter last in Minnesota and other northern states that he flew down without thinking. His only stop was when he popped into the North Pole to invite Bunny and North to join him in Oklahoma for an afternoon jaunt and to watch the sun set but they thought it would be to warm for him and said no.

"Wind, set me down please," said Jack, worry slipping into his voice as he felt himself get pulled into a rotation. "Wind, now please."

But the wind was no longer listening and as a funnel formed, not very large but dropping and quick, Jack realized he could either let go of his staff and take the fall of he'd have to ride it out. He decided to ride it out. From his past experiences with tornadoes he knew most didn't stay on the ground long and if he stayed towards the top he could avoid most of the dangerous debris. In a way, it was a twisted amusement ride if he could look at it that way, try to find any sort of fun without having control.

"Jack!"

"That sounded like Bunny," said Jack to himself, a habit he had not quite dropped in the month he had spent talking with the Guardians.

Jack looked down and spotted Bunny standing on the ground before he was whipped around. He waved as he passed again but as he raised his hand, he lost what little grip he had on the wind and slipped down into the funnel section just as it touched down for real, settled on the ground as if it were a strange tree, picking up grass, dirt, and anything it felt like. The wind screamed as it's favorite child was tossed into the middle of a growing tornado and as the wind despaired, the tornado grew and started moving.

From the ground, Bunny was at a loss. One moment Jack was riding a rotation the next he disappeared into the center. For a moment, Bunny watched, everything in his body telling him to get out of there and find cover, but then his eyes were drawn in the direction the tornado was headed and he spotted it. He hit the ground running, passing North as the man landed his sleigh in a field.

"Where's Jack?" asked North.

"Forstbite's in the tornado," called Bunny as he sprinted past. "Things headed towards town. We gotta head it off and try to get the kids safe."

North whipped his sleigh around and began the process of clearing the path of the twister. Bunny ran ahead of him and tried to get people off the streets but there were few to be found. Most had taken cover already, hearing it on the news or seeing it for themselves. The adults couldn't see him, but he took time to comfort as many children as he could before moving on and staying ahead of the monster.

Jack, in the middle of the beast, curled in on himself trying to protect his staff as he flew, knowing if he lost it then he would never find it again.

"Sh, calm down, wind," shouted Jack into the din. "Please, calm down, you're making to worse."

In reply, the wind screamed because that was all it could do, scream. And scream. And scream. Until, after miles of screaming, it ran out of voice and spit the winter child out, tossing him into a field, where he rolled for several yards before coming to a stop, staring at dark sky.

For a time, Jack watched the sky boil and fume as if it were mad at the land for existing. Or perhaps it was mad at Jack of escaping. Somehow, it just didn't matter to Jack why the sky was mad, all he knew was that it was furious for some reason and it was raining and he was too exhausted to care.

"Jack!" yelled Bunny, bounding over to the boy on the ground, his blue hoodie slowly staining from the red dirt mud puddle he'd landed in.

"Loud," groaned Jack, trying to push his tired body into a sitting position. "Stop yelling."

"Whoa, easy there mate," said Bunny, kneeling in the mud next to him. "Slow down."

"But it's wet," whined Jack, unwilling to go back to the flooding ground, supporting himself on shaking arms.

"What were you doing, riding a tornado like that? Are you daft? You could have been killed."

"Oh yeah, because I just love riding EF4 tornadoes as they rip through towns and cities," snapped Jack, his arms giving way but Bunny caught him at North landed a few yards away. "I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to ride the cold front before the sun set."

"Jack, are you alright?" asked North, running over to the two Guardians. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Too loud," groaned Jack, burying his face in Bunny's fur, surprising everyone.

"Alright, we'll talk when we get back to the pole," said Bunny gently, picking up the boy and talking over to the sleigh.

"What happened?" asked North, climbing into the front of the sleigh and picking up a snow globe.

"He's overheated," said Bunny, placing Jack on the seat next to him. "And he was in the middle of the monster. Let's just get him back to the pole and talk then."

"North Pole," whispered North, tossing the globe.

A portal opened and North snapped his reindeer into action.

"Ow," whimpered Jack, trying to curl around his body at the sudden movement.

"Hold on, mate," said Bunny, holding the boy against him to prevent more movement. "North, go easy there, not all made of fat."

"Sorry," said North over his shoulder.

"S'fine," said Jack into Bunny's fur. "Just sore."

"Whatever, Frostbite."

"The people, are they alright?"

"Most of them are."

"But some of them aren't alright, correct? You don't have to sugar coat it, Bunny, I've seen these things before, I was in the middle of this one, that thing leveled whatever stood in it's way. I know not everyone is okay."

"We don't know how many didn't make it," admitted Bunny. "It wasn't pretty, but it could have been worse."

"Don't worry about it, Jack," said North. "They've been through this before. It is tragedy, but they were already doing what they do best in such situations, pulling together and figuring it out, when we left. They will be fine."

"Too much destruction," yawned Jack, leaning heavily against Bunny as they made their way into the workshop.

"They will rebuild," said Bunny. "It's not going to be easy, it's not going to be fun, and people lost everything, but it's not the end of the world. I'm the Guardian of Hope, you're the Guardian of Fun, when you're better we can go back and instill that in the families. Would that work for you?"

"Can we go now?" asked Jack, curling up next to Bunny on the couch as Sandy floated through the window.

"No, we can go after you sleep a bit."

"You're not the boss of me," said Jack, more asleep than awake.

"But hey, eyes on me, Jackie. First you gotta tell me where it hurts so I can fix it, then you can sleep and we can get to spreading hope and fun. Deal?"

"Deal."

Jack made the effort to pull off his hoodie, revealing bruises, a fractured arm, and two broken hands and fingers. North fetched some bandages and Bunny wrapped the poor boy up before Sandy sent him to sleep and they let him rest on the couch by the window. The three drew up chairs by the sleeping boy and settled down, reflecting over the days event.

"I didn't know Jack couldn't fly," said Bunny.

"What do you mean?" asked North, his eyebrows disappearing into his snowy hair. "Of course boy can fly. He's always flying around here."

"No, he rides the wind," corrected Bunny. "I thought he just flew on his own, but he doesn't. That's why he couldn't get out of the tornado today. The wind was stronger than he was."

"He did well."

"There's more to him than I thought."

"There's always more to a person than originally we think. We have much to learn about Jack."

Bunny nodded, leaning back and shutting his eyes.

"Sandy, make sure the kid gets a good amount of sleep before he wakes up. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

"I think you just want a nap, old friend," chuckled North.

Bunny turned his shoulder to Santa, ignoring him, and fell asleep, knowing he'd need all the energy he could get for the long haul ahead.

*Sorry for the long wait, and I will finish the other arc, I was just super busy. It (probably) won't happen again.

The tornadoes that struck Oklahoma today were devastating, if you can help, please consider it.

Requests welcome, reviews adored, flames (within reason) tolerated. Always-Ari