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Ok, on to the next story. I love sleepy Jack! Therefore this is Jack being cute with some brotherly Bunny in there too. Hopefully I haven't murdered his accent.

Disclaimer: dis=Expressing a variety of negative senses. Claim=an assertion of the truth of something, typically one that is disputed or in doubt. Can I get any clearer than that?

Art Lessons and Sleepy Spirits

It had been four years since that disastrous Easter, the one that Pitch had ruined. Four years since belief had waivered. Four years since Jack had joined their little merry band. Now, the Guardians weren't just colleagues, they were family. They definitely weren't perfect, heck; most of them forgot that they were family sometimes. But, they tried, for Jack, and for themselves. North had taken the paternal role, and even warrior Bunny looked to him for leadership. Tooth, as you can imagine, was the "mother" of their group. She took care and worried for everyone (and their teeth.) Bunny, Sandy, and Jack were the brothers. Bunny, the protective oldest brother that got annoyed easily sometimes, Sandy, the peacemaking middle brother, who you could always talk to, and Jack, the prankster youngest brother, who could be annoying, but you could always count on him to make you laugh. The yetis, elves, and fairies were like a huge bunch of cousins. Yeah, they were a pretty messed up family, but that was what they were. Family.

The first time Jack had asked to help with Easter, Bunny had been a little hesitant. He still remembered the last Easter. But, he allowed it. Jack didn't paint any eggs, but had proved adept at ushering the finished eggs to their destination, and had even trained some of the golems to help out. That Easter was a success, more than enough to wipe away any memories of the failed one. Bunny had to admit that having Jack there had made the process go faster, and more fun.

Jack continued to help out the next two Easters, and both went smoothly. He and Jack liked each other's company, and it was fun to joke around, calling each other names. This Easter, though, Bunny decided it would be different.

Jack showed up in the Warren the normal way, with a gust of cold air, a few snowflakes and a yell.

"Hey Kangaroo!"

"How many time da' I have ta' tell ya' I'm not a bloody kangaroo ya' frozen snowball!"

"Until it stops being fun to tease you about it!"

Bunny rolled his eyes.

"So," Jack began, "where do you want me to start this year?"

Aster took a deep breath, "Ya' can start by helpin' me paint some eggs."

He had to wait a moment for the message to sink in.

"Wait, you want me to help paint the eggs?"

"Ya' heard what I said, c'mon," He started to the area he had prepared with some paints and dyed eggs. It was right one of his favorite rivers, one of the actual water ones. The trees hovered over the area, and he had taken special care of the grass. It was one of his favorite spots in the Warren.

He didn't really need to paint every egg, just the ones he wanted to be extra special; the Dye Rivers took care of the others. This was why some eggs were more intricate than others.

One of his ears twitched, making sure Jack was following him.

The two sat in the grass, Jack actually looking unsure of himself. As the teen set his staff aside, Bunny asked,

" 'Kay ya've seen me do it before right?"

"Yeah."

"All ya' gotta do is pick an egg, and a brush, an get started."

" 'Kay," Jack reached a hand toward both the mentioned items.

Bunny wasn't sure of Jack's artistic skill, and decided to keep an eye on him. It was funny to watch the spirit out of the corners of his eyes. The egg he had picked didn't like the hold Jack had on him, and started to wiggle. As Jack's eyes showed his panic, he tried to get a better grip on the egg. It stilled, for now. As the bringer of winter eyed the paints, Bunny hid a smile. It was kind of cute, the concentrated look on Jack's face. His eyebrows scrunched and a bit of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth. As he chose the turquoise Bunny had to smirk. He had totally chosen the color just for Jack.

The two sat in silence, painting eggs for almost an hour, before Bunny moved to inspect the other's work. He noticed Jack watching his face as he kneeled down and picked up the eggs. There were three completed. The eggs weren't bad. Mostly abstract, the googies looked like something out of a picture book.

A nervous question from Jack made his ears twitch, "How'd I do?"

Bunny paused for a moment, enjoying making the spirit wait, before answering, "Not bad kid, they're nice."

An enormous smile split Jack's face. Honestly, it was the easiest thing to make the kid happy, any kind of praise made him glow.

"Noticed ya' were havin' trouble with the googies."

"Yeah, they wouldn't hold still," This was said with a slight blue blush that still looked unnatural to Bunny.

"Here le' me show ya'." He moved behind Jack and reached over his shoulder to the hand that held the wiggling egg. A gentle paw moved Jack's fingers to the correct position.

"See, they don' like ya' holdin' 'em like a baseball."

A look of understanding shone on the teen's face, "Oh that makes sense."

The two returned to their original positions, only with Jack now able to paint without the egg moving all over. Yet again the silence returned, which was miracle when the bringer of winter was around. They stayed this way for a while before Bunny noticed the other had stopped painting and was sitting cross-legged with an elbow sitting on a knee, so that he could support his head with his hand. A closer look revealed dark bags under his eyes that he hadn't taken note of before.

In a voice that no one would think the gruff Guardian was capable of, he asked, "Jack, mate ya' okay?"

Jack's head shot up and with startled blue eyes looked at Bunny, "Huh? Yeah, fine."

"It don' look like it snowflake. Ya look exhausted."

"No, no, I'm fine."

A snort from the Pooka, "Yeah, then why da' ya' look like ya' haven' slept at all?"

He had caught him, and Jack knew it. He tried to grab his staff, but his arm was weighed with sleep, and Bunny got to it first.

"Nope mate, ya' need ta' get ya' some sleep before ya' leave."

Jack's head swiveled, he dropped the egg he had been holding and darted away. Well he would have darted away if a strong arm had not wrapped itself around his torso. Bunny swung him up onto his shoulder so that he was hanging like a sack of potatoes. As his adopted brother headed toward the living quarters of the Warren, Jack beat his fists weakly against his back.

"Nooooo, Cottontail put me down."

Another snort, "Ya' need sleep mate, so ya' gonna get some. When was the last time ya' actually slept?"

The poundings on his back slowed and in a sleepy voice Jack replied, "Uhm awhile ago."

"How long ago?"

The fists stopped completely and sounding more tired every second Jack mumbled, "Few weeks."

"Ya' know Sandy's gonna kick your butt when he finds out."

"No! Don't tell 'im."

"Okay snowflake, but only if ya' get some sleep now."

A yawn escaped the younger Guardian, and Bunny was rewarded with an, "M'kay."

With the cooperation of the spirit sealed, the Pooka moved him to a more comfortable position in his arms. As Jack was moved, a weak hand searched for his staff that Bunny still held out of reach. In the absence of the stick, the fist wound itself into his fur. A sigh escaped Jack's mouth as he snuggled closer to his big brother.

Bunny shook his head fondly at the child in his arms. He walked into the housing part of the tunnels, and to Jack's room. He kneeled in front of the nest and slowly pulled Jack's hand away from his fur, replacing it with the staff. He carefully pulled the blanket over the sleeping spirit.

"Nigh' snowflake, sleep well."

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