Summary:

Jack owes Bunny an explanation but accidentally reveals a secret in the process.

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Jack crashed into the trees ungracefully, smacking on each branch. With a yelp, the spirit hit the ground, feeling his arm yank back upwards, making his shoulder pop. With another yell, Jack was yanked back upwards. His vision doubled and blood ran over his eye and he wiped it with his spare hand, looking up.

Bunny had landed on the thicker branches and managed to hang on. The Easter Bunny was shifting slightly, groaning and holding his head. Jack bit back another painful cry as his dislocated shoulder twisted with the chain holding the two together, and he dropped his staff with a clatter.

"Err…Bunny?" Jack forced his voice to sound even, and he peered up at the rabbit again. Bunny's ear twitched and he opened his eyes, wincing as the sunlight hit them.

"Wha?" He grumbled, rubbing his head. He looked down at the spirit and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of him dangling below him.

I guess I look worse than I thought, Jack thought, feeling blood trickle uncomfortably down his leg.

Bunny's gaze travelled from his scratches to his arm, which was now bending at an odd angle.

"Hi…" Jack said casually. Bunny raised an eyebrow. "Err…do you mind coming down from that tree? You see, my arm kinda hurts, so…"

"Yeah – hang on." Bunny replied with strangely no jeers, slowly lowering himself from the branch. He jumped the last few metres down, sending Jack crashing onto the ground again.

"Ouch." Jack muttered, grabbing his staff and sitting up. The scratches that littered his body now began to itch and sting, making him shift uncomfortably. His dislocated arm hung limply to the side of him – he would fix it later, after he dealt with the scratches.

"Why did those spirits attack ya?" Bunny asked sharply; Jack looked up at him confused, unable to read the expression that clouded his features.

"Err…they don't like me?" Jack replied, removing his hoodie. The white, thin shirt that lay underneath it was covered in patches of blood and tears. Jack hissed as he began to pluck the materials off the injures with one hand. His arm was now twisted at a painful angle, making his head throb.

"They don't like ya." Bunny was unimpressed with the excuse. To the spirit's surprise, The Pooka sat beside him, pulling the leaves out of his fur. Jack couldn't remember any time that Bunny ever sat next to him.

Jack kept his eyes on his cuts, coating them with a thin layer of ice to stop the pain. The spring spirits had a nasty habit of using the most painful plants possible to hurt him, making his wounds sting and bleed irrationally.

"Why don't they like ya?" Bunny asked suddenly, and Jack could feel his burning gaze on his face.

"Err…" Jack felt himself blushing slightly in embarrassment – something he hadn't done in years. "Err…I haven't exactly got chance to ask – never have, and I don't think I ever will or…" Jack gestured to his injuries. Bunny grunted in acknowledgment. Feeling the gaze still hadn't left, Jack continued, trying to justify his answer. "When I first met them and tried to talk to them…" Jack kept his eyes on the ground in front of him, and the frost spreading from his feet. "…they just attacked me."

"Without reason?" Bunny asked, eyes narrowing. Jack nodded.

"Yeah…why?"

"That ain't allowed." Bunny growled, flattening his ears. Jack shank away a little from the Pooka.

"Yeah…so? They don't exactly care, so they?" Jack huffed, finishing frosting over the last of the scratches.

"Who's "They"?" Bunny asked but Jack pretended he hadn't heard him, reaching over for his staff. The movement turned out to be a mistake: his dislocated shoulder jolted, making him cry out and retreat to the position he was originally.

"I could fix tha' if ya like." Bunny asked gruffly, glancing at Jack out of the corner of his eye.

"Err…" Jack was planning to do it himself, but he presumed it would be easier with two people. "Okay."

Bunny moved closer to him, studying his shoulder.

"Ya gonna need to lie down." The Pooka ordered. Jack hesitantly obeyed, nervously lowering himself to the ground. More frost spread from his fingertips, freezing the grass blades. He heard Bunny curse.

"Could ya stop tha'?!" He asked angrily. Jack but his lip.

"Can't handle the cold, Cottontail?" The spirit asked, grinning slightly. Bunny ignored the jibe.

"Why does tha' happen?" The Pooka asked suddenly, kneeling by Jack's side.

"When I'm not concentrating." Jack answered absentmindedly, itching a small scratch on his neck.

"Not concentrating on wha'?" Bunny asked curiously. Jack pretended he hadn't heard him again.

"Do you actually know how to do this?" Jack asked, eyeing the Pooka wearily. Bunny glared at him in response.

"Not concentratin' on wha'?" He repeated, an edge to his voice. Jack groaned.

"You haven't dropped that?"

"Not until ya answer."

"It was a slip of the tongue."

"I don't care. Ya said it."

"I meant…" Jack bit his lip again, frost spreading across the carpet. "When I'm not concentrating on my…powers." When Bunny's eyes widened in surprise he jumped to defend himself. "Everyone has to do that, right?"

"No." Bunny was back to being unreadable, but for a second the spirit thought he saw shock spread across his features.

"Can we just do this, please?" Jack changed the subject. "I'm getting stiff from lying here."

"Shut ya trap." Bunny retorted. Gently, he grasped Jack's arm, making him wince. "Ready?"

Jack shut his eyes and nodded, swallowing thickly.

He heard the snap before the pain. It echoed like a gunshot, and he yelled in pain, icicles shooting through the ground. However, experience told him that the pain would end quickly and it did, leaving his arm feeling almost normal again.

"Thanks." Jack said, sitting up again. He flexed his arm, please to find it was operating fine. Offhandedly, he added: "I hate spring spirits."

"Yeah. I can agree on tha'" Bunny stood up, stretching. Jack pulled on his hoodie again, which had been resting awkwardly on the chain. Without a second thought, Jack waved his staff in the air, making it snow slightly. Bunny looked up, cursing as the snow sunk into his fur.

"Wha' was tha' for?!" He asked, shaking the loose snowflakes from himself.

"Wind will carry the snow to where we were before." He said with a grin. Bunny grinned back.

"Smart. Didn't think ya could think like that, Frosty."

"How do you think I managed to create all of those "freak weather accidents" wherever you decided to go?" He asked innocently, twisting on his heel.

"YOU DID THA'?!" Bunny yelled, growling. Jack laughed.

"Who else?" He replied. Bunny charged towards him but Jack flew upwards, hopping onto the Pooka's shoulders.

"Aww…what a cute bunny…" Jack laughed, patting his head. Bunny growled and tossed the spirit off him. In mock outrage, Jack huffed, stamping his foot.

"How dare you?!" He yelled back, folding his arms. "You will never get off here without me, so treat me with respect!"

"Yeah, I can." Bunny pointed out, smiling.

"That's what you tell yourself." Jack retorted and jumped into the air. Bunny yelled, clinging onto the chain.

"Where are ya goin'?!" The Pooka yelled. Jack laughed.

"I'm not done yet!" He called over his shoulder, letting the wind carry them away from the fields. "I still have blizzards to brew!"

"Blizzards! Ya didn't mention anythin' about blizzards!" Bunny practically screamed.

"Well I did now!"