Hello everyone!

Okay, so here's what I have done:

I have merged one of my old drabbles in with a request from Demi clayton, who wanted some bonding with Jack and Bunny.

Anywho, I don't own rotg…

Enjoy!

Jack couldn't but grin at the chaos reining around him. Okay, maybe not real chaos compared to what he was truly capable of, but Easter was approaching fast and the spirit wasn't completely heartless despite the rumours.

Every lake full of dye in the entire Warren had been frozen solid, along with each flower that gave colour to the eggs. The eggs themselves were running around the fields in utter panic, unable to get painted. It was snowing lightly in the East section of the Warren, and from what Jack could remember, the Northern section of the Warren was now taken over by an army of snowmen.

Jack stifled his giggles as he recalled what he had done, and that was without thinking about what he had done to Bunny.

An angry yell sounded and Jack took that as a queue to hide. Still stifling the laugh that threatened to burst out of him, the spirit jumped and let himself hover in the wind as he searched for a good spot. Something that would allow him to see Bunny, but conceal himself. He did not want to be found by an angry rabbit. He spotted a big, bulky tree a few metres away from him and, gasping in excitement, he glided slowly into its thick branches and wedged himself inside, safely hidden in the leaves. Leaning against trunk, Jack watched, unblinking, as the shouting and cursing and yelling and growling got louder.

Then, finally, Aster Bunnymund ran, snarling, into the clearing in all of his glory: bright pink fur and frosted white ears. And he looked mad – no, livid.

Livid…that's a funny word…Jack thought, mentally adding it to his list of funny words. This included: Nincompoop, wharf, nom-nom, bees, meow, bongo, leaks, broccoli, dwarf, minuscule, mini and walk.

"Jack Frost!" Bunny's shout drowned the wheeze of laughter the spirit had emitted at the arrival of the large rabbit. Fortunately, Bunny hadn't heard.

"Frostbite, once I'm done with ya winter ain't gonna be a season no more!" The Pooka threatened but Jack dismissed it, biting his lip to try and control himself. It felt like he was going to explode if he opened his mouth.

Instead, he watched as Bunny scented the air and twitched his ears. His eyes flicked quickly to potential hiding spots but never once glanced at the tree beside him.

Jack wasn't completely stupid, despite his carefree attitude. If he could smell the overwhelming sap and general fresh smell surrounded this tree, Bunny certainly would – only much stronger. There was no chance that his own smell would ever make it pass that.

Sure enough, Bunny couldn't seem to scent him, so he instead resorted to threats again. How original.

"I can wait here all day, Frostbite!" The Pooka shouted, "But ya gonna want to leave soon!"

Nope, Jack thought smugly, wiggling further onto the branch. Nope nope nope nope nope. I'm not missing this for all the winters in the world.

He leaned back against the bark, moving his staff closer to his arm. With the movement, a small, tiny snap emerged from the twig near his elbow. Jack froze, praying silently.

However, whoever he was praying to wasn't on his side.

"Frosty." Bunny's voice was dangerously low. "Get outta that tree." Jack didn't move. Bunny's glare suddenly pierced into the tree, directly at the spirit.

"Now, before I drag ya down there." The Pooka growled. Sighing, Jack began to slowly climb down the tree, taking a few seconds on each branch, trying to make it last forever. He was almost certain that Bunny would kill him when he reached the floor – or at least paint him pink.

Unexpectedly, Jack's foot slipped on a branch. With a small yelp, the spirit lost his balance and he fell to the ground, breaking the twigs beneath him. He collided painfully on the grass on his side, hissing.

"Crikey Frostbite!" Bunny yelled in surprise, suddenly beside him. "What did ya do that for?!"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Jack muttered, closing his eyes. A sharp pain was increasing on his ankle – he didn't know which one – and he didn't like it. In fact, he could feel some tears prick in his eyelids. No. Way.

He was not crying over a hurting ankle.

In front of Bunny.

"Are ya hurt?" Bunny's voice was suddenly uncharacteristically gentle, and close to his ear. Jack wanted to laugh, but it hurt.

"Only a little." The spirit decided to say, opening his eyes again. Bunny was crouching next to him with an expression that looked odd on his face, and Jack couldn't name it.

"Don't look like it." The Pooka's attitude was back in his voice, and the spirit did smile slightly then. This was a Bunny he was used to.

"I'm fine." Jack said more confidently, rolling into his back. The grass was making his nose itch. Bunny rolled his eyes, and held out a paw. The spirit blinked at it owlishly for a few seconds before realising that no, Bunny wasn't trying to kill him, he was trying to help him. Gratefully, he took the paw and pulled himself up.

"Ya hurt ya ankle." Bunny muttered. It was Jack's turn to roll his eyes.

"I noticed." Jack wiggled his foot slightly, wincing. "It should heal soon though." Carefully, he placed both hands on either side of his ankle. Frost began to spread from his fingers, coating the injury in a few layers of ice. The spirit felt Bunny's judgmental eyes on him, and he swore he heard the intake of breath before the rabbit spoke.

"Wha' is tha?"

"A cast."

"I can see tha, Frosty."

"Well why did you ask?"

Bunny's ear twitched.

"Why didn't ya just get a bandage?" He asked. Jack smiled, slowly standing up.

"Because there are none here…" The spirit raised an eyebrow. "I've done this before, it's cool…no pun intended."

"Ya could've asked me to get one, ya dill." Bunny replied. Jack's confident smile turned to a sheepish one, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I didn't think of that." He admitted, staring at the floor. It suddenly became very interesting.

"Don't just stand there, then." Bunny said somewhat impatiently. Jack looked up and saw that the giant rabbit had an unreadable expression on his face. No change there. Still, Jack had a target to try and learn all of the Pooka's facial expressions at the end of the year – he wasn't having much luck currently though.

"Why can't I stand here?" Jack asked, blinking owlishly. He grinned. "Plus, I'm not really standing – I'm hobbling." He pointed to his injured foot that he had raised off the ground to prevent further damage. Bunny snorted.

"Well, that ice is gonna melt. I thought ya might want a new bandage for when it does." He said. Jack tilted his head.

"But bandages are itchy." He said stubbornly.

"Tough. Follow me." Bunny eyes the spirit dangerously. "And don't freeze anythin'"

"Noted."

Jack followed the Pooka obediently, using his staff as a crutch. Even so, he struggled to keep up with the long strides, and had to skip a few steps every so often.

The spirit took this brief time to take a better look at the Warren, as he only ever saw it properly from the air. Surprisingly, it was quite…pretty. That was, apart from the frozen lakes and littered snow. Guiltily, Jack stared around at the mess he had created. He now understood why Bunny was so angry.

"Err…I can clean this up later if you like…" Jack said, suddenly shy. Bunny turned his head towards him slightly.

"Can ya even do tha'?" He asked. Jack shrugged.

"I dunno whether I can remove it, but I could help clean it up." The spirit answered, avoiding a snowman.

"Ya alrigh'" The Pooka smiled slightly underneath the pink, frosted fur. "It will melt soon anyway."

Jack couldn't help it anymore – he burst out laughing.

"Wha?" Bunny asked, bewildered. Jack just laughed harder and answered, breathlessly:

"You're…PINK!"

Bunny scowled.

Sorry this is short (again) but I'm not too sure how many words drabbles should have…anyway, I hope you like it coz I don't!