Helllooooo people I'm baaack!

How, you ask? Well, I just felt like it. I realised that lots of these drabbles were so so bad and I really wanted to reboot this fanfic so here I am;)

More amazing information about this reboot will be at the end of this first one. And…

I don't own rotg though I would love to…

Anywho, lets get going!

Enjoy!

Jack walked in a small circle, letting his eyes close as the leaves crunched under his feet, dirt seeping between his toes. The night was cool, and a soft breeze tousled his fringe slightly with each step he took. As the sun sank further in the bare trees, Jack let himself relax, exhaling loudly. His breath fogged in front of him in a small cloud and the spirit, fascinated, breathed out again, purposefully exaggerating each breath. To his delight, more clouded fog was produced out of his mouth. Jack laughed, trying to snatch the most with his hands.

A loud snap echoed through the woods suddenly, and Jack paused, mid-breath, as a few birds flocked from the tree branches above. It took a moment to realise why the snap startled him so much, but his smile slowly slipped into a frown once the truth became clear.

There were no other noises in the forest.

No chirping, no tweeting, no scurrying, no scraping – nothing that Jack had grown used to after his excessive time spent in the woodlands.

The air now stung his cheeks, no longer soft and gentle, as his senses became more alert. He felt like Bunny himself, straining his ears for any noise like the rabbit tended to do a lot. The circle that the spirit had been pacing in had halted some time ago, and the fogging of his breath no longer distracted him.

"Where am I?" Jack muttered, almost smacking himself for asking such a cliché question. Of course, no one answered, not that he was expecting one. Subconsciously, he gripped his staff harder, frost spreading to each tip. Sighing, he began to walk forwards slowly, scuffing his feet against the dry leaves. His staff made a frost trail as he dragged it behind him.

After walking for a few minutes, Jack finally reached one place that he recognised. His lake.

Well, it wasn't his lake really, but he liked to think it was as he spent most of his time there. Upon reaching it, however, the spirit realised that he wasn't alone.

In the middle of the lake stood a small girl, stood rigid with fear. She had brown, long hair and she wore old looking clothes, thick and handmade. Jack moved closer, his feet making a small slapping sound as they hit the ice that covered the lake's waters. Once his feet made contact, a slow, cracking sound was emitted from beneath him. The spirit froze, balancing carefully, as spider-like cracks spread out beneath him, moving towards the girl's feet. The girl wailed slightly at the sound, and she slowly turned to face him.

The girl had big, brown eyes, which were wide and fearful, and her skin was pale. Jack knew that face.

"Pippa?" He breathed. It was his sister, the one he saw in his memories, the one he had loved over three hundred years ago.

And she was standing on weak ice, about to collapse under her weight.

"Jack…I'm scared!" Pippa cried out, her legs slipping slightly underneath her. The ice gave another moan, and the cracks were expanding. Jack hardly glanced at them and instead kept his eyes locked with his sibling's.

"I know, I know. I'm scared too. But I'll help you, I promise." He said, holding out his staff. Words that he had spoken centuries ago came echoing back to him.

"You have to believe in me."

Pippa sniffed, her tears leaving tracks down her face. She reached out slowly, stretching out her fingers towards his staff. The ice cracked again, louder. Jack realised what was about to happen too late.

"No!"

His plea didn't stop the ice breaking. It didn't stop his sister from falling.

"Pippa!" The spirit ran towards the hole that his sibling had fell through; the ice, however, began to split under his feet too. He fell into the dark waters just as his sister did, gasping at the cold that stung his limbs.

Slowly, he sank towards the lakebed, watching as the ice sealed itself above him. His lungs were burning but his limbs were paralysed with cold and fear.

Just as his vision grew blurred, a few figures above the ice caught his attention. A red blur. A golden light. A large shape. A smudge of bright colours. The guardians.

Despite his position, Jack felt a small smile creep on his face. They would save him. But as the seconds stretched on, the spirit realised that the shapes weren't doing anything to break the ice, try and reach him. Maybe they were assessing their situation? The guardians didn't move as darkness crept through his vision. They didn't shift as Jack flailed his limbs, trying to swim. They didn't even twitch as he finally let out a breath, only to get water instead of air. As the bubbles escaped from his mouth, Jack reached out, trying to grasp something he didn't even know. They guardians watched on, not doing anything. Jack's eyes, full of hurt and betrayal, fluttered closed as he registered that the guardians, the ones who he looked up to and believed in, were leaving him to die.

"-ack."

Jack felt his back brush the bottom on the lake.

"-ack…ck.."

He let his arm fall beside him slowly, and his thoughts became sluggish.

"Jack…"

"Jack!"

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Bunny didn't know what to expect when he called Jack's name for what felt like the hundredth time, but Jack Frost suddenly jerking awake, causing frost to shoot across the floor? Maybe not.

If it wasn't for his stupidly sensitive hearing he wouldn't be here – sitting beside a frozen lake on a cold night shouting himself hoarse was definitely not how he planned his night to go. Paint a few more eggs, maybe, or tend to his flowers in his garden. Then go to bed. Not slapping a winter spirit in the face to get him to wake up.

The whole reason he was even passing the lake was so he could have a larger range of plant life in his Warren; a particular flower happened to grow in Canada in damp places like the marsh around a lake. And he also happened to notice that, when he had last visited Lake Burgess, that the particular flowers he was looking for thrived around there.

Bunny didn't plan for a winter spirit to be sleeping a few metres away from these flowers, dead to the world.

At first he thought that Jack was sleeping peacefully and quietly moved around him to collect some of the flowers. However, it came more apparent, as he passed close to his face, that the spirit was somewhat distressed. His brow was furrowed, sweat beaded beneath his hairline and he began to twitch on the ground. Bunny watched for a few more seconds before deciding to take some action. He crouched next to the spirit and nudged him slightly, calling out his name.

"Jack?"

Jack didn't respond, but seemed to become more panicked at whatever was happening in the dream. So Bunny did the same again. And again. And again. And again – but Jack stayed stuck in the nightmare. Finally, the Pooka shouted loudly again and slapped him in the face. It wasn't a hard slap – he didn't want to hurt the spirit – but it seemed to work.

"Calm down, Frostbite!" Bunny yelled as Jack stared around wildly, breathing hard. The spirit didn't seem to hear him, but blinked owlishly a few times.

"Jack?" Bunny called quietly, moving closer to the spirit. Jack seemed to snap out of his daze and his eyes focused on the Pooka in front of him.

"Bunny?" He eventually said, barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Collectin' flowers." The rabbit answered dismissively, watching as Jack slowly calmed down from whatever nightmare he was having.

Bunny wasn't sure what to do at this point. When it came to the comforting department, he wasn't the one that people went to. Tooth, definitely. North? Probably. Sandy, of course, was a great listener. But him? No.

But Jack certainly did need some comforting right now.

The spirit had began to tremble slightly, and he looked like he was going to burst into tears any second. Bunny had never seen Jack Frost, who often laughed for no reason and played a prank every half hour, reduced to what he could only place as a child. So, swallowing his pride, Bunny asked the question that is always asked after a nightmare.

"Do ya wanna talk about it?"

Jack seemed to realise what he was talking about, and shook his head mutely.

"I'm good." He muttered in the most unconvincing way known to man. He fiddled with his staff nervously, not looking him in the eye.

"Righ'" Bunny stood up, understanding that Jack wanted to be left alone. He was not a great comforter. He might make it worse. "See ya tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Jack asked, sounding a bit more like himself. Bunny nodded, opening up a hole in the ground.

"Meetin', remember?"

"Oh…yeah."

Bunny looked back at the spirit for a few seconds before jumping into the tunnel.

It was only when he entered the Warren, stored the flowers and painted a few eggs that he realised that he should've stayed where he was.

Sure, Bunny was no comforter, but he was the best of that was available. Casting the egg to the side, the Pooka quickly summoned a tunnel again, praying that his mistake would be forgiven. He must've made it to Burgess Lake in record speed, and scanned the area frantically for any sign of blue and white.

But Jack Frost was gone.

So yeah, if you didn't realise, this was the first fic that I ever wrote, but improved (a lot).

PLEASE READ THIS:

I WILL be rewriting all of the drabbles in the old collection and more in this one. And, to know which ideas/old oneshots you want me to write/rewrite, I need your help.

PLEASE REQUEST WHAT YOU WANT!

If you haven't read my old drabbles, then please don't (they are very very bad) but you can request your own ideas – I'll be happy to write them.

I will be sending this message to my old collection too so all the readers following there can see that I haven't given up (well I did BUT NOT ANYMORE)

So please please please review and request because I REALLY want to know whether this is a good idea or not.

THANK YOU SO MUCH

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