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Summary

They are still stuck with each other, and Bunny learns something new but fairly obvious about Jack.

Jack tugged the chain again, making Bunny almost topple over. His egg wasn't so lucky, and it now had a large streak of paint across it.

"Why did ya do that?!" Bunny yelled, a few of his eggs scattering as he stood up. Jack was crouching a few footsteps ahead of him, the chain holding him upright as he leaned forward, his hand stretching out for something. His staff was tightly clutched in the other, frost spreading from underneath it. At the shout, Jack turned to face him, his heals digging in the dirt. The spirit's face was also smudged with mud, and the Pooka began to wonder what exactly Jack had been doing whilst he was painting his eggs. It was a well-known fact that the spirit of winter couldn't handle boredom for more than a minute – he was the guardian of fun, after all – but he hadn't made a sound after the first few minutes of being in the Warren.

"Followin' the butterfly." Jack answered simply, not letting his gaze leave the spot in front of him.

"A…butterfly…" Bunny echoed, raising an eyebrow. Jack didn't notice.

"Yup!" Jack grinned, shuffling slightly closer. "Look…"

Bunny rolled his eyes and looked over to where the spirit's finger pointed. A blue butterfly was resting on a flower, gently fluttering its wings.

"Can we do something fun now?" Jack was back to being bored. He rolled onto his back and looked at the Pooka with wide eyes. "This is boring."

"Not for me. I'm paintin' eggs. Shut ya trap and wait." Bunny answered, sitting back onto the grass and grabbing a new egg. He pulled out a paintbrush and effortlessly started to paint. He could feel Jack's curious stare on him for a few seconds before he felt another sharp tug on the chain that actually did make him slip to the side.

"What are ya doin'?!" Bunny yelled, wiping the paint that had streaked his fur onto the grass. Jack looked up from his sprawled position on the ground, sheepish.

"Err…I tried to do a cartwheel…" he admitted, smiling. Bunny sighed.

"No more cartwheels." He ordered.

"But what am I supposed to do?!" Jack asked, sitting cross legged on the grass. He tapped one of the blades and a layer of ice coated it.

"Don't do tha'!" Bunny said, whacking Jack's hand away. Jack gave a moody "Ow." The Pooka day back under the tree, relishing the warmth that had broke through the clouds.

"Do somthin' else." Bunny said, "and don't mess with my paintin' again or I'll scrag ya neck."

"I am offended." Jack said, mock-hurt. Bunny watched as he squinted up at the sun. "Could we go sit in the shade?" He asked, fidgeting. Bunny rolled his eyes, thinking it was a lame excuse to stop him from painting. The stupid spirit will then probably try and fly away, dragging him behind. Shuddering slightly at the mental image, Bunny shook his head.

"No. Ya stay here. The sun won't kill ya."

"How do you know?" Jack muttered, grabbing his staff with both hands. The spirit shuffled over to the tree, trying to get into some small amount of shade. Bunny just decided to continue painting his egg, hoping that it wouldn't be ruined by the last.

Bunny didn't know how long he had sat there, painting various eggs – sometimes he could go days without sleeping, entirely focused on his work – but he had managed to get no short than twenty done, so he predicted that it had been a few hours. The sun was sinking slowly in the air, and the Pooka found himself studying the chain that bound his wrist, tugging it slightly. It did seem unbreakable – he could see some areas where Jack had spread some frost in an act to free himself, and there was a small chip from where Bunny had thrown an egg bomb at it; it didn't seem any weaker, however, and he was forced to admit that Sandy was the only one who could remove it, and that it wouldn't be any time soon.

Bunny began to let his mind wonder, and soon he found that he was quite hungry, and he was thinking of the vegetarian casserole that he had cooked the day before. Sighing, he got up, groaning as each of his bones popped. He was surprised, however, when the chain jerked, almost pulling him downwards once more.

"Frosty – get up! I wanna eat!" Bunny looked down, and the rest of his words died in his throat as he saw the unusual sight in front of him.

Jack Frost was asleep.

His head was resting in the dent of the tree trunk, his legs sprawled out at an odd angle. One of his arms was stuffed in his hoodie pocket, the other hugging his staff like a teddy bear.

"Idiot." Bunny grunted, pushing the spirit with his foot. Jack moaned a little but didn't wake up, rolling more into his side.

"Bloody great." The Pooka kicked Jack harder and Jack stirred, opening his eyes.

"Wha?" He slurred, blinking owlishly. Bunny twitched his ear in annoyance.

"I'm goin' inside – an' that means ya are too." He said, tugging the chain. "Get up."

"No…" Jack closed his eyes again, breathing softly through his mouth. "I'm tired." Looking closer, Bunny noticed that the spirit looked slightly paler – maybe a shade or two above what he usually was – and his breathing sounded a little uneven.

As if it was trying to remind him, the sun suddenly shone onto onto his back, warming up his fur. However, Jack cursed under his breath at the sudden light, turning away from it.

"Ya stayed out in the sun too long, ya Gumby." Bunny felt annoyance spike in his chest. Jack sighed, opening his eye a crack again.

"Yeah…warned you…" he muttered, rubbing his eye. Bunny's annoyance died immediately, recalling Jack's warning earlier.

"How ya feelin' now?" Bunny asked. Jack looked up at him, looking surprised by the question.

"Err…tired…the usual…" Jack closed his eyes again. Bunny sighed, tugging the chain again.

"Come on."

"Where?"

"To my house."

"You have a house?"

"I don't live outside!"

"Just come on." Bunny sighed. Jack smiled and stumbled to his feet unsteadily, rubbing his eyes. The two guardians slowly made their way to the tree in the centre of the Warren, Jack freezing the grass slightly as he trailed behind. Bunny stopped once they reached the great oak, and crouched into a small tunnel to the side of it.

"Come on." The Pooka grumbled and Jack followed, smiling despite his exhaustion. The tunnel lead into a round, circular room with many other tunnel openings on the walls and ground, each one of them leading to a different area in the Warren.

The room itself was quite simple – it had no rugs or windows, not much furniture excluding the shelves on the walls full of paints and paintbrushes, and along the ground there were some large chests full of mystery.

"Oi!"

Jack was about to look in one of these chests when Bunny called him over, standing by a large tunnel.

"In 'ere." The Pooka ordered, tugging the spirit forward with the chain. Jack stumbled forwards, too tired to complain. He really hated the sun. And summer in general. And spring.

Jack ducked through the curtain of ivy, and found himself standing in what seemed to be a kitchen. To the right a clutter of worktops were crowded, each holding pots and pans and vegetables. A small window was shining a few strips of light onto the small dining table, and Jack gratefully collapsed into the chair next to it, letting his head drop onto the tabletop.

Bunny had his back turned, and was filling up a glass of water from the worn sink. When it was almost brimming, the older guardian turned. The chain jolted suddenly and he spilt some of the water down himself, cursing.

"Frost!" Bunny's anger faded, however, when he saw that the small spirit had fallen asleep on the chair, snuffling slightly. Feeling a small smile twitch on his face, Bunny places the glass beside the spirit's arm and sat down on the chair next to his. A few eggs scuttled over to him, and he began to paint, occasionally glancing at the guardian beside him.

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