Hi everyone! Once again I have returned to Broken. I am going to try to tie it up within the next couple installments, and then I will work on Jack and Bunny switching bodies. Enjoy!

Midnight Lupus: I will try to revisit it later, though how would you like me to? Have Jack turned back into snowball, only a teenage version and he can remember his experience this time?

Rizreviewer: I will consider that, maybe do something where Jack turns back somehow. As you see in my previous reply, I am already doing thought processes about continuing this in a proper story.

KT1001: Thank you for the advice, and I appreciate your honesty. I understand that chapter one was not the best, but please cut me some slack as it was written when I was extremely stressed out and needed something to help me unwind, also it wasn't like ROTG because I had not seen the movie when I wrote it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians…

Jack took a deep breath, his entire focus on the bars in front of him, and then slowly began to shuffle forward. His arms shook as he held his body up, and forced his feet to move inch by inch across the padded floor. Looking up, the boy sent a shaky smile at the Pooka standing just in front of him, ready to catch him should his arms or legs give out. Bunny gave the winter spirit his own bright smile before beckoning him forward once again in a gentle tone.

"Come on Jackie" he coaxed softly "Just a little further, you can do it!"

Jack nodded, but when he went back to focusing on walking down the bars, he felt his stomach begin to roil with nausea, and the bars on either side of him began to sway and wiggle going in and out of focus. Giving a heavy swallow, the boy closed his eyes, and sucked in a long breath through his nose, but that did not stop the stars from dancing in his vision when he opened them again. Finally with a small groan, Jack felt his trembling grip loosen and he tumbled towards the floor, but was caught by soft paws as they gently cradled his exhausted frame.

"I got ya" Bunny grunted as he stood up with the child in his arms "Don't worry, ya'll get down these bars eventually, and you even broke last week's record by a foot!"

The winter spirit punched the air with a sarcastic fist "Whoopee for me." He grumbled good naturedly.

Bunny let out a robust laugh "Well hey, at least you can wiggle your toes!"

Jack sent a broad grin up at his friend as the Pooka carried him back to his room, then wiggled his toes as a confirmation of said miracle. He could still remember quite clearly the day he realized he had gotten the feeling back in his legs.

Jack had been sitting alone on his bed in his room eating his lunch and gazing out the window when he had gotten an odd sensation running from his back injury, slowly spreading towards his legs. It felt like a burn, not painful, just warm and it was trickling into his thighs. Eyes narrowed with confusion, the boy set down his sandwich and threw back the covers off of his legs. He was sure that he wasn't imagining it, but at the same time, a heavy rope of fear lay coiled and knotted in his stomach.

Biting his bottom lip, Jack focused all his energy on one thing…his toes.

At first nothing happened, and the winter sprite once again sighed in frustration and despair, but as the warm feeling traveled to his knees, a thought struck him. What if he couldn't move his toes because he hadn't technically gotten that warm sensation there yet? It was worth a try. And so Jack had sat there, his lunch completely forgotten, his crystal blue eyes never leaving his legs and feet as he waited for that unfamiliar burn to work its way to his toes. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour and finally it was done.

Swallowing in apprehension, Jack couldn't help but close his eyes as his brain gave the command to wiggle his toes. Of course that action only led to him mentally slapping himself, because how would he know if he wiggled his toes if he didn't look? So the winter spirit squared his shoulders, and opened his eyes, once again trying to achieve what was only recently the impossible.

At first, there was nothing; and then, a twitch. Soon was gawping at his foot as he slowly but surely flexed his toes. Turning to his other foot, he did the same exercise until he was not only moving his toes, but he was rolling his ankles, and with some effort slowly bending his knees. Tears flowed down his cheeks in multiple currents as he watched the miracle unfold before finally turning his head towards his bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, Jack screamed at the top of his lungs;

"BUNNY!"

The Pooka had been sitting at the large table with North drinking hot chocolate and playing a card game by the name of Canasta when the scream had penetrated the rare silence of the workshop. When Bunny had heard his name being shrieked in such a frantic urgent tone of voice, he had spit out all the hot chocolate in his mouth, and almost fell off his chair. Without so much as a second glance, the rabbit had gotten to his feet and done what rabbits are best at… He ran.

"What's wrong Jack?!"

Now there was an entire list of things that Bunny had expected to see, what with the frightening mode of summoning him to the room of the winter spirit. Blood had been on the list, Jack crumpled on the floor in agony was another, and even Pitch had made it on the list; but the one thing Bunny did not count on was seeing Jack perfectly safe in his bed, laughing his head off.

"What?" the Pooka asked in shock his arms swinging uselessly at his sides as his shoulders deflated from their previously action ready pose "What is wrong with ya?"

"Bunny!" Jack exclaimed grinning through the tears coursing down his face "You've gotta see!"

"Oh I see, mate" The guardian of Hope sighed "I see a snowflake that's off his rocker, sitting in bed grinning and laughing like a loon, and scaring my poor ticker to the point of death over nothing, THAT'S what I see!"

"No!" Jack yelled undaunted by Bunny's temper "Just look, it isn't nothing!"

Following Jack's ecstatically pointing finger, the rabbit's green eyes went from narrow with frustration, to wide as dish plates with shock; because there he was flexing his toes, and rolling his ankles. Bending down, the rabbit pointed out his right big toe.

"Move that one mate."

Jack complied, a delighted giggle bursting from his lips when the appendage moved. Bunny grabbed it, and squeezed gently.

"Ya feel that?" he asked excitedly.

"Y-yeah!" Jack spluttered, his tears streaming down his face even faster "I feel it!"

"By Manny" Bunnymund murmured before repeating it, this time in a joyous whoop accompanied by an ecstatic leap "BY MANNY!"

Jack's hand were on his head, his fingers grabbing his white hair as he sobbed with both relief and indescribable joy at the miracle. Bunnymund didn't waste any time in grabbing the boy, and slinging him across his back. Jack held onto the Pooka around his neck, not taking for granted the fact that he could finally grip Bunny by wrapping his legs around the large rabbit's rib cage. Bounding down the stairs, Aster carried Jack to the table where the other guardians were gathered, and plopped Jack into one of the chairs.

"Show 'em Jackie!"

Once again the winter spirit flexed his toes, and moved his feet up and down. Like Bunny, the other's had to watch for a few seconds before the thought finally sunk in as reality. North replied in his typical fashion by jumping to his feet and giving a long loud laugh of unbridled joy. Toothiana had practically tackled the boy, excitedly babbling about how proud she was of him and his toes. Sandy shot up into the air, making his dream sand explode all around the workshop as he gave a visual demonstration of his happiness over the discovery.

"Come!" North bellowed "We have party!"

"Yes! A party" Tooth cheered.

Soon all were laughing and shouting over the Winter spirit's recovery as they partied late into the night.

Now after a full month of strength building exercises, Jack was making progress walking up and down the parallel bars. His record was currently 6 feet, and he was determined to make it the full twelve. Bunny had been with him the entire time, and honestly Jack would have been surprised if he had not been. With his coaching, and help, the winter spirit was making huge strides in his healing process.

"Yeah" Jack agreed, once again moving his toes up and down with a self satisfied smile "I can, and it finally feels like things are going to get better."

"You bet they are!" Bunny enthused "Pretty soon you will be running around this place and causing trouble just like you did before ya got hurt."

….

Four months later…

"Come on Cotton tail, you gotta keep up!"

Bunny raced across the frozen tundra, his paws flying over the snow with every stride. Above him was the winter spirit who was currently chucking snow balls at him in an attempt to make him run faster. This was their new morning routine that had replaced their usual physical therapy session. Bunny had developed it in the hopes that he would get the boy up to snuff when it came to his battle skills, but in all reality, flying for the kid was like riding a bike, and he would never forget how to soar no matter how long he had been grounded. Right now they were having a fake sparring session, it being considered fake for the reason that Bunny was stuck on the ground, and Jack stayed in the air just out of his reach pelting the Pooka with his favored weapon of choice. But this was still a training session, and the rules stated that if Jack got hit by any of the rabbit's exploding eggs(which were packed with multicolored paint), then he had to do extra leg exercises in addition to the ones he already did every night before bed.

Bunny smirked as he reached into his pouch. Any moment the kid would slow down to focus on creating a snowball in the palm of his hand, and that was a habit that needed to be trained out of him. Sure enough, Jack slowed as his attention was focused solely on his hand, and right at that moment was when Bunny struck by throwing three eggs at the stalled figure hanging in the sky.

Ducking behind a large snow bank, Bunny cracked up laughing at the tell tale squawk of indignation that came from the winter spirit as the eggs exploded around him. Peeking over the snow, the Pooka counted three multicolored splotches decorating the spirit's clothing, and gave a happy chuckle.

"Too bad snowflake!" Bunny guffawed "Looks like you're running laps in the gym, walking up and down the stairs, and doing an extra rep of weight lifting tonight."

"AW MAN!"

The Pooka doubled over as chortles shook his frame, then walked out from behind the snow bank. Dropping his pouch onto the tundra, he stretched his paws high over his head until his back gave a satisfying pop.

"Let's stop while you're ahead frostbite." He groaned "I think I'm ready to head inside and warm my feet by the fire."

"Ok" Jack nodded before he flew down and stood next to his friend.

Bunny found himself staring at the kid, his keen gaze searching for any sign of pain or fatigue, but was relieved when he found none. Slinging one arm around the kid's shoulder, they walked in companionable silence towards the castle. Jack looked up at the Pooka, his face decorated with a content and happy smile. Things had finally settled down and returned to normal. It felt so good to be back on his feet and be able to move around with being in pain. Giving a satisfied sigh, the boy leaned his head into the rabbit's side and allowed the guardian of hope to guide him towards the workshop. Oh yes, things were definitely looking up.

Wow…I thought I would have to make another installment, but I am so happy I was able to tie things up with an even 4 chapters for Broken. Next I am not sure whether to write the switching bodies chapter, or another installment of Bedtime Stories.

What do you guys think?