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The Warren was abandoned, and had been for some time. Unlike The Workshop, nothing or no one had survived the attack that Pitch had send shortly after Jack Frost's 'death'; instead shattered remains of eggs and stones littered the grounds, and nightmare tracks had made an imprint in the walls and trees. If someone was to go inside now, it wouldn't be recognisable and could be easily mistaken for a wasteland.

That was what Jack thought when he entered the Warren for the first time since his 'death', anyway. It was sad, in his opinion. Not raging, not upsetting, not depressing. Just sad. Sad that there was no longer any annoying eggs wobbling over the grasslands. Sad that the once proud oak tree that had grown in the centre of the Warren was now covered in chips and hoof marks. It was just sad. But, deep down, he had been expecting it. After seeing the Pole in ruins, Jack had developed a wall that would stop his emotions rushing out of him.

He had done this before, before he met the guardians and for some time afterward. After learning that he couldn't be seen- he was practically a ghost- Jack struggled to handle the sadness that seemed to trap him. So the wall got built in his mind, shutting his feelings away for anyone to see. Granted, there was a few times where The was would be close to breaking, or shattering into pieces. And sometimes it had, when everything, every person that passed through him, got too much and it would leave Jack in a snivelling, screaming, emotional mess. It would soon become well known among other spirit's that Jack Frost did not care about anyone, and could not feel because his heart had frozen.

But then the guardians came and changed everything. To see other immortal beings not afraid to show how they felt…it unnerved Jack a little. It was like he was looking at some aliens, not his own kind. But the spirit of winter kept his wall up, he promised himself he would, he didn't want to give away his feelings to people he couldn't trust.

The days turned into months and the months turned into years and Jack found himself (against his wishes) beginning to trust the ones that had neglected him for so long. And one day, he was completely caught off guard as he was sitting by his lake, staring into nothing. All the guardians suddenly seemed to come out of nowhere, and sat beside him. And then…

Jack pushed back the memory, focusing back on reality. Bunny was next to him, staring at the destruction of his home, apparently in shock. The spirit studied him for a few seconds and, a sharp pain from his head injury acting as a reminder, he took the Easter Bunny's paw and began to slowly walk forwards, avoiding the sharp pieces of stone and eggshells that threatened to cut his feet. And that was the last thing he needed. He only had one leg fully functioning after the other had began to hurt him again after the rockfall, and he wanted to keep at least one working.

Something caught his eye from the right. A purple amongst the grey and brown. Jack searched the grounds until he found it again. A purple amongst the grey and brown.

The flower wasn't really that pretty, as it hung from its stalk in an awkward fashion. It wasn't really that unique, either. Just plain purple. However, somehow, it had managed to grow and live and flourish in the ruins that surrounded it, and that was pretty impressive. Pretty impossible, in Jack's opinion. But there it was, woven between the chunks of rocks, dancing gently in the wind. The spirit let go of Bunny and moved closer, until he was crouching beside it, touching its soft, plain petals. A scuffle of stones told him that Bunny had moved next to him, out of the trance he was in earlier. None of them spoke for a while, dumbstruck.

"Would ya look at that." Bunny spoke first, breaking the silence. Jack nodded, smiling.

"How on earth did it grow?" He asked to himself, so he was surprised when Bunny answered.

"That's hope, tha' is." At this point, Jack would usually roll his eyes, or snort in amusement, but the truth was, he was thinking along the same lines as the Pooka. "It's managed to grow, amongst all of this mess," the rabbit gestured to the rubble that surrounded them, "an' yet, it's thrivin'. If this thing can grow tha' easily, then I can fix this." Jack smiled, thanking the moon that the Easter Bunny he knew was back.

"I'll help too, you know." Jack said, picking himself up from his crouch. He stumbled, his bad leg and his head protesting at the movement.

"Oi! Ya are comin' with me first, Frosty." Bunny stood up tapping his foot. "I'm gonna sort tha' head of yours. An' tha' leg whilst I'm at it."

"Buuunnnyyyy!"

"Stop with the whinin'" The Pooka made his way to the oak tree, with Jack trailing miserably behind.

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"Ow."

"Shut ya trap."

"But it hurts."

"I'm warnin' ya Frosty."

Jack pouted, wincing as the foul smelling liquid got dabbed on his head by a (surprisingly) gentle paw. The liquid, though getting rid of any infection, made his head thump and sting. He wasn't joking when he said it hurt.

"Ow." Jack repeated dully, holding back a yell of pain.

"Almost there." Bunny answered, flicking his eyes to the spirit briefly. The spirit gritted his teeth, suppressing another yell.

"This is meant to be helping?!" He asked, cursing under his breath. Bunny didn't answer, and removed the tissue.

"All done." The Pooka threw the tissue beside the slightly dusty first-aid kit that had been found underneath the roots of the oak tree. Jack sighed in relief and lay back against the tree trunk, closing his eyes.

"Okay, Frostbite?" Bunny asked as he searched through the first aid kit for something else which the spirit couldn't be bothered to investigate.

"Yeah, Cottontail. Keep your fur on." Jack grinned as the pain began to numb.

"Let's take a look at tha' leg, then." Jack opened his eyes, confused. He never told the rabbit about the leg bite. "Only a airhead like you would not see tha' you were limpin'" The Pooka said, raising an eyebrow. "Come on. Stretch it out."

"But Tooth has already treated it!" Jack protested, sitting up straighter. "I don't need it looked at again. Seriously. I'm fine."

"Then why were ya limpin'?"

"…it just began to hurt again…"

"Okay. Stretch it out." Bunny ordered, twitching his ear. Slowly Jack extended his leg, muttering curses in annoyance. Bunny rolled his eyes and carefully began to remove some of the material around the leg.

"Ouch." Bunny muttered, studying the injury. Though frost had covered almost all of the injury, deep cuts and bites were still visible underneath.

"What the bloody hell happened to ya leg?!" Bunny asked, routing through the box again.

"A nightmare-bear attacked me."

"Can ya ever get outta somethin' without getting' hurt, Frosty?"

As Bunny silently worked, Jack closed his eyes again, letting himself relax. His mind began to drift, and he jumped slightly when Bunny spoke again.

"It's done. Tooth did a good job." Jack opened one of his eyes, looking down at his leg. It now was bound neatly in a bandage.

"Sorry if I woke ya, Frosty." Bunny said, studying the spirit. Again, he noticed the dark shadows under his eyes, and the way his head hung in exhaustion. "Ya can go back to sleep if ya like."

"I'm not tired." Jack replied, lying though his teeth. He quickly changed the subject. "Is there any way to contact Tooth from here? I told her I would tell her when I got back…"

"Already did. When ya were zoned out." Bunny said; he studied the spirit, wincing at the reaction the fairy would give when she saw them both covered head to foot in dust and dirt.

"She's gonna have a fit when she sees us." Jack said, speaking his thoughts.

"Brace yourself, Frostbite."

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