Okay so this isn't a very long one but it was stuck in my head because someone requested a songfic involving this song and its just so PERFECT.

Of course, all lyrics belong to Johnny Rzeznik.

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Bunny bounded through the halls of Santoff Clausen, powerful feet creating a thumping sound with each step. He was on the hunt for a particular frost spirit, having awoken in his nest that morning and entered out into the main part of his warren only to find his dye river iced over and his grassland layered in snow, several snow sculptures littering the hills. The straw that broke the camels back, however, was the message carved in the snow nearest the tunnels leading to the America's.

'Dear Easter Kangaroo,
Have a Hoppy winter solstice!'

The writer didn't need to sign the works however, Bunny knew exactly who to blame for the wreckage of his springtime paradise.

As he reached the door of the winter sprites room, not even pausing to knock on the snowflake design of the door. He shoved the door open, breathing hard as the door banged against the wall.

It was only then that he noticed the music. Slow and steady, a deep voice sang. Incised as he was, Bunny couldn't help but notice the lyrics as he scanned the room for the youngest guardian.

I am a question to the world,
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway…
You don't know me,
And I'll never be what you want me to be.

He locked eyes on the small ball of blue and brown sitting by the window, almost invisible as pressed back against the cushions as he was. The young boy hadn't even flinched at the entrance of the large Pooka. Bunny took a step closer, anger fading fast but still present. He stopped short however, when his sharp eyesight caught a glistening in the light.

Were those tears?

It was difficult to discern between the pale blue hood -which uh oh, warning sign- but Bunny would have sworn he could see tiny drops of ice clinging to the childs face. He sat stock still, not even moving with each passing breath, something Bunny was suddenly reminded he didn't even need to do.

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man..
You can't take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

Jack shuddered a bit at that, head turning to face the window even more so. Bunny winced as the lyrics rang through his head. Jack was alone since his rebirth as a guardian, never had anyone to show him the way... what could that have been like? And they had thrown him away, disregarded him as a trouble maker and a nuisance, and acted like he wasn't even there, like he didn't exist even though they'd known he had.

What kind of guardians were they, to have disregarded a child like that?

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same.
They don't know me,
'Cause I'm not here.

Ouch. That one hurt. Especially more so as he could hear Jack whispering in time to the music, voice breaking as he let out a sob. For so long Jack had been unable to touch anyone, heck, they all knew he was touch-starved, that was why North always took extra time to hug him.

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am

And that was the skinny of it, wasn't it? The kid had tried so hard in his first few weeks as a guardian to be who they wanted him to be, to live up to their supposed expectations. In all that time he was crying out for help and they ignored him...but he still hadn't broken.

They can't tell me who to be,
'Cause I'm not what they see.
Yeah, the world is still sleepin',
While I keep on dreamin' for me.
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I'll never believe.

Was that true too? Would Jack ever truly trust them to not leave him out in the cold again?

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can they say I never change?
They're the ones that stay the same.
I'm the one now,
'Cause I'm still here.

Bunny didn't realize how caught up he'd gotten in his own thoughts until the last notes rang out, and he could hear movement. His eyes snapped to Jack, who was brushing away his tears, creating tiny click's on the floor as the ice droplets hit the wood. Bunny's heart melted at the sight, and he hopped forwards, ignoring the startled sound from the embodiment of winter.

"B-Bunny, I-"

Jack was cut off, pulled bodily into the lap of the elder guardian, face pressed against his ruff as he was held, almost rocked, in a hug. Jack stuttered, partially horrified that Bunny had seen him in such a state, but part of him rejoicing for the physical contact. He stilled as he felt Bunny's paw rubbing at the nape of his neck, soothing him much like his mother used to.

"Easy Frostbite, I gotcha mate. I've gotcha. And ol' Bunny's always gonna be here, mate, and so are you. We've gotcha now, little 'un."

Jack let himself cry into the silky grey fur of his pseudo-brother. Allowing himself to be soothed.

"You're our lil' ankle-bitah now."

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