Author's Note: So, FanFiction wasn't working yesterday and I couldn't access my documents. I'm going to post two chapters (this one and chapter five) to make up for yesterday. =D

I hope you guys enjoy chapter four! Five will be up shortly. =)

Chapter Four: Searching for Answers

Jack knew that it probably was not the best idea to interrupt Bunny while he was preparing Easter, but the winter spirit was desperate. If this didn't work, Jack didn't know what to do next. Jack flew across the ocean and looked up into the sky. It was getting dark, meaning that Bunny was probably getting ready to get some rest. Maybe he would be able to convince him that he was a Guardian after all.

Jack flew down the tunnel and entered the Warren. The ambience was quiet, meaning that egg painting and organizing was over for the day. Jack shoved his hand into his pocket and walked forward. He cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled, "Bunny? Hey Bunnnyyyy? Where are you?"

Silence was the only thing that replied. Jack frowned. Maybe Bunny was already sleeping. Suddenly, he felt a sharp tap on his shoulder and Jack spun around, face-to-face with the familiar Pooka.

Jack cracked a smile. "Hey, Bunny! What's up?"

Bunny frowned, blatantly irritated. "What are ya doin' here, Frost?"

"I can't come to visit my favorite Kangaroo?" replied Jack.

"I'm not a Kangaroo, mate," said Bunny.

Jack stepped forward. "Oh! But all this time I thought you were," he said, repeating the same words that he had said a year ago when he was taken to the North Pole to become a Guardian. Jack hoped that it would trigger a memory of some sort.

"If you're not a kangaroo, what are you?" Jack finished.

"I'm a Bunny. The Easter Bunny. People believe in me," Bunny growled.

Bunny had repeated the exact same things he had said that day. Jack felt a flutter of hope. Did his plan work?

Jack stepped and slung his staff over his shoulder. "So...remember that time I colored you pink?"

A few months ago, Jack came to visit and Bunny didn't notice that he entered. Jack saw that he was painting eggs by the dye river and had flown toward him at full force and shoved the Pooka into it. Bunny had come up completely covered in bright pink paint. The paint was long-lasting, so Bunny was fuchsia for an entire week. Bunny swore that he would get revenge on Jack when he got the chance, so Jack had been extra careful not to give Bunny the chance to do something embarrassing to him since then.

Jack chuckled at the memory. "I called you the Pink Pooka all week! I'm pretty sure I still have some photos somewhere."

Bunny stared at Jack, a look of bemusement and slight annoyance written all over his face. "I have no idea what you're talkin' about."

Jack faltered. "You...you don't?"

Bunny was about to respond when a faint blue glow radiated around his eyes. He seemed to be lost in thought and Jack blinked, confused.

"Uh...Bunny?" Jack snapped his fingers in front of his face. "You there?"

Bunny shook his head, his hard look returning. "Of course, I am. Now, ya didn't answer my question. What do ya want?"

Jack shrugged. "Well, I just came by to say hello."

Bunny rolled his eyes. "Okay, hello," he pointed behind himself and toward the exit tunnel. "Now get out."

"But wait!" cried Jack. "You really don't remember anything about me being a Guardian? What about when I got Jamie to believe in you again?"

"No, I don't ya drongo," snapped Bunny. "I don't know what's goin' on in yer head, but I do know that yer not a Guardian."

Jack frowned. "What about when Manny chose another Guardian before all of the Pitch Black chaos? Don't you remember that?"

"No, I don't because it never. Happened." said Bunny indignantly.

Jack was confused. Bunny remembered him from the Blizzard of '68, but he never showed up again until the anniversary party. Jack knew that something was going on, and he guessed that it had something to do with the Guardians' and his believers' memories.

Jack ran a hand through his hair. "Well, sorry for disturbing you," he said. "I guess I'll be going now."

Bunny crossed his arms and stepped to the side to let Jack through. Jack sighed and flew out of the Warren and didn't look back.

…

Jack landed on top of his lake and began to pace. Something was going on. Just two days ago, the Guardians were excited to be celebrating his anniversary and then suddenly didn't remember him at all. Jack looked up at the sky and found that the Moon still wasn't in sight. He grunted in frustration.

"Why can't you just tell me what's going on?" he shouted up to the sky. "You could've just told me that I'm not a Guardian anymore and that I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life!"

Jack sat down and buried his head into his knees. "I guess...I guess this was all just a dream."

The Wind swirled around Jack but Jack wasn't comforted by her soft touch. He gripped his staff and looked up into the cloudy sky. This couldn't have all been a dream.

Jack sighed and walked back into his tree and picked out another cookie from the cookie jar and shoved it into his mouth. There was no time to sulk. Jack picked out another cookie and ate it. He was going to find out what happened between the day North announced the party and the day where everyone forgot him.

Jack flew out of his tree home and flew over Burgess and to the North Pole. He opened the backdoor and cautiously looked around. No one was in sight.

Jack walked in quickly and flew to the Globe Room. The party decorations were still up. He looked around and spotted the thing he was looking for, the Book of Guardians. It was filled with everything about each and every one of the Guardians and whenever a new Guardian was chosen, they were put into the book. Jack leaned his staff against the wall and sat down and began to thumb through the pages.

"Come on...come on…" mumbled Jack. "I know I'm in here somewhere…"

Jack finally reached the page he was looking for and smiled. He was still there. Jack read through the entire page and laughed quietly to himself. Now he had proof that he was a Guardian, and all he had to do was show the others.

Suddenly, a dark glow swirled around the book page and in a blink, Jack was erased from the book.

Jack was shocked. "What the?" He flipped back and forth through his pages and they were all blank.

"What?" Jack whispered. Everything about him, the battle, his 300 years of loneliness, and the day he became a Guardian, was all gone! Jack couldn't believe it.

"This can't be happening…" said Jack. If he wasn't in the Book of Guardians, that meant he wasn't a Guardian.

But...but I am a Guardian! thought Jack. He looked back at the book in his hands and a blank page stared back at him. Jack frowned and slammed the book shut.

"Okay, I was—am!—a Guardian," said Jack. He remembered the weird black glow that radiated from the book before he disappeared from the pages.

Wait...a black glow?

Jack's grip tightened on the book. Frost began to spread across the cover. No. It couldn't be possible.

Is Pitch behind all of this? thought Jack. He placed the book back where it originally was and picked up his staff. He flew up to the large window on the roof, opened it, and then flew outside and sped back towards Burgess and to his lake.

There was also that blue glow that was around Bunny's eyes back at the Warren, thought Jack. He seemed to remember something, but then forgot it again.

"Then it can't be Pitch…" said Jack sadly. Pitch wasn't an expert in memories. He was an expert in fear. Besides, Pitch was greatly weakened since their battle with him a year ago, and it would take him a long time to recover. If he wanted to get revenge on Jack, he would have to wait until he had enough energy to do so.

Jack groaned as he landed on the ice of his lake. He really wanted someone to talk to. Someone that could help him sort all of this out.

Jack stared up in the sky. The dark clouds still lingered and now that Jack knew that they were blocking out the Moon on purpose. Jack frowned. The Man in the Moon wouldn't be able to help him. He was on his own.

Golden tendrils stuck out from the dark sky and Jack's eyes widened. He stood up quickly and began to follow one of the golden streams of dreamsand toward the source of them. Jack smiled as hope began to bubble up inside of him.

Sandy might just be able to help him. He would just have to persuade him to.