This is short, late, and has like... no plot, but that's just what writer's block is like sometimes (sorry)

Requested by Amarin_Rose

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Groundhog Day

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Even after all these years, there were still about the same number of people flocking to witness Groundhog Day. Personally, Jack didn't understand it. How was a groundhog supposed to know what the weather was going to do? And what did his shadow have anything to do with it? Whatever the case, he couldn't deny it was amusing to watch.

From his tree branch overhanging the stage, he could easily spot Chuck the moment they pulled him from the hutch. To the humans, he was probably just a cute little groundhog, a little sleepy from being woken from his nap. They clearly did not see the evil glare he was sending to Jack, who made no attempts to stifle his laughter as they lifted the poor bugger over their heads Lion King-style.

"So what do you think?" Jack asked, turning to May beside him. "Early spring or six more weeks of winter?"

May looked as bored as anyone could possibly be watching a mob of people consulting a groundhog. "I think this is a waste of time. The weather has already been predetermined by Mother."

"Yeah," he agreed, snickering when the entire team of old men in charge of the event started crowding around Chuck and pretending they could understand him – pretending he was talking, even. "Mom would probably end us if we deviated from her plan." He paused, considering. "Why do you even come to Groundhog Day if you're so uninterested?"

Below, Chuck had apparently made his decision and the announcer began reading from a scroll, while one of the others held him to their chest and stroked him. Jack made a note to tease him about it later.

"Same reason you do," May smirked, just as it was announced that there would be six more weeks of winter. If he had been paying any attention at all, Jack would have commented that it was really actually only four, but as it was he was entirely fixated on May.

"You have a sense of humour?!" he asked, mouth agape. "You have a sadistic sense of humour?!"

May raised a brow, but her smirk stayed in-tact. "Everyone has a sense of humour, Jack."

"Not you!"

He'd never seen her laugh (well, he had heard her laugh once when they'd decided they didn't hate each other in that pit), or really seem genuinely amused at, like, anything. Who was this stranger sitting next to him and what had she done with no-nonsense, straight-laced May Queen? But, then, she hadn't looked at all interested in what was going on below them, either, but now she was implying quite heavily that she had come because, like him, he found Chuck's situation highly amusing. He gasped, the realisation hitting him like a physical blow.

"You have a perfect poker face!" he cried. "How many times have you been laughing at me without me knowing?!"

All expression vanished from her face, and Jack couldn't shake the feeling that she had done it deliberately to tease him. "You're probably better off not knowing," was all she said before she jumped down from the branch.

Jack stayed where he was, continuing to stare after her in shock. It felt like everything he'd ever known had been a lie. And the worst part was no one would ever believe him.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, mentally going over every interaction he could remember between himself and May, searching his memory for times she might have been secretly making fun of him, but it had to have been a while; by the time he started paying attention to his surroundings again, the crowd had gone, and the sun was well overhead. And there was a very grumpy groundhog glaring at him.

"Still here, Frost?" Chuck called up to him.

"Hey, Chuck! Finally managed to sneak away, huh?" he grinned, and flew down to join him.

Chuck crossed his arms. It did nothing to make him any more intimidating.

"Aw, don't be like that. I thought you were very cute."

Chuck's glare deepened. "I'd bite you if I didn't think it'd give me rabies."

"Wow," Jack said. "Uncalled for."

"Well?" Chuck sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. "How off was 'my prediction' this year?"

"Pretty close, actually," Jack leaned back against the tree trunk. "Only two weeks off, but that's hardly your fault. They really only give you two options."

"The entire thing is humiliating," Chuck grumbled. Then, with a conspiratorial smirk that Jack was quick to share, "In fact, there's only one good thing about it."

"Wanna go break the news to Bunny?"

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It was snowing in the Warren. Bunny sat in the middle of a throng of half-painted eggs and tried to melt the flakes with his glare.

"Every bloody year," he seethed.

That damn groundhog. That damn Jack Frost. After actually getting to know Frost, he'd surprised himself with the thought that he didn't think Jack and Chuck would actually get along, but it seemed they'd bonded over a mutual love for pissing him off.

"Ya know, ya could just tell me!" he shouted. He couldn't see either of them, but he knew they were there. They got more enjoyment out of it when they could actually see the results of their handiwork. "Or better yet, just leave me alone!"

Honestly, it didn't matter whether Chuck saw his damn shadow or not; Mother Nature decided when winter would end. He wished not for the first time that, for once, she'd decide to end it early.

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