Well hey hi hello there! So more reviews won't come unless I update, so here I am and I shall. I don't see this one as being long as the last chapter, but I didn't reeeeally plan this out with chapter splits, so we're just gonna roll with it ;p

Sidebar: I know it's Bunnymund, but in the movie his name is Bunny, and I'm basing this off the movieverse so don't be mad :)

Of Soft Breezes and Wintry Nights

Chapter Three: Dear Abby…Sort Of

I can't believe I'm doing this, Jack thought to himself as he exited one of the tunnels that marked the entrance to The Warren. He walked into the mythical egg forest before stopping again in disbelief. I really really can't believe I'm doing this.

He resumed onwards into The Warren; however, he did not make it very far before he was confronted with a familiar figure.

"And what are you doing here mate?" Bunny said as he stepped out from behind a tree, "Come to make a frontal assault before winter is even in full swing?"

Jack tried not to roll his eyes. This isn't going to be easy. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not here for any mischief I promise." Bunny raised an eyebrow. "…I need your help," Jack said, sighing and sitting down on a rock.

"My help?" Bunny said incredulously as he approached him, "Of all the people you could possibly come to for advice and you choose me?" Bunny suddenly straightened, stopping his approach. "It's not Pitch or anything is it? I swear—"

"It's not, it's not!" Jack said quickly. "Trust me, I'd rather have gone to North about this, but considering it's almost Christmas I figured…" He trailed off.

Bunny's eyes softened as he came over to sit next to Jack. The two might not be what you would call the best of friends, but things had changed once they fought Pitch together. "What's wrong?" Bunny asked quietly.

"Did you ever let anyone see you on purpose?" Bunny blinked, thrown off by the question.

"Well of course, mate; sometimes Easter is pretty hectic and the kids just-"

"Not kids," Jack said, cutting him off. "An adult. An adult that still believed in you so that if you were close enough she could probably see you," he elaborated. "Has that ever happened to you?"

Bunny paused, eyes widening slightly. He looked away, eyes seemingly no longer in the present time. "Yes," he whispered.

"Really?" Jack said, surprised that his case wasn't the first of its kind. "Someone older could see you?"

Bunny nodded, eyes still focused on a far off place. "Her name was Anne. She saw me hiding eggs in the tree branches for her son," he chuckled, remembering. "I nearly fell from the tree I was so surprised—"

"So you came back to see her?" Jack pressed. "Regularly?"

"Yeah, mate," he continued, "I would visit her every day, even at Easter time. We became really close friends," he said, smiling, "although her son was a bit of an annoying ankle-biter sometimes—"

Jack cut him off again, too excited to wait. "What happened?"

"She died," Bunny replied tersely; Jack's excitement went out like a candle flame. "I visited her for many years until old age finally took her and her son moved away."

Old age…? Jack thought. He hadn't even considered that dilemma. He was an immortal guardian; she was a human that aged. He couldn't think about that dilemma yet; there were already enough problems to focus on.

"Why do you ask?" Bunny questioned when Jack remained silent for a while.

"…There's this girl," Jack started; Bunny grinned widely.

"I see where this is going mate," Bunny said with a smirk.

Jack let out a cry of protest. "It's not like that at all!" he exclaimed before looking away, "Or at least….I don't know…"

Bunny put a hand on Jack's shoulder, ignoring the cold for once. "Start from the beginning."

"…I could hear her," Jack explained, "Not many kids believe in me yet, so it was really easy to hear her voice. I grew curious, and went to see who she was. She was complaining about the frost I left on her car-"

Bunny let out a laugh at that. "Don't we all complain about your frost mate?"

Jack glared at him. "Anyway, I didn't want to just up and show myself to her, because I'm certain she'd see me, so we started talking to each other on her window."

"Her window?" Bunny raised an eyebrow.

"I'd cover her window in frost and leave her a message, and she would reply."

Bunny grinned. "Clever idea, mate. There's no harm in talking to her. What's the problem?"

"Well…" he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He told Bunny about the incident with the skirt as well as the incident with the shower window. Bunny eyed him knowingly, and Jack flushed as he finished, "So you see, such a serious misunderstanding can't very well be explained on a window pane…"

Bunny smiled. "Sounds like she'd probably try to throw a book at you through the window mate," he agreed with a laugh.

Jack glared at him. "You're not helping."

Bunny sobered up slightly. "Listen mate. Being a guardian is still a new thing for you; so I'll do the best I can with my advice here. It's not a good idea to go showing yourself to every other person that knows your name, but there won't be a problem with showing yourself to a girl you've been talking to already that you're obviously interested in meeting. She's interested in meeting you, I take it?"

"Well she was," Jack muttered gloomily.

"You just have to apologize to her," Bunny explained, "tell her that you didn't mean her any harm and that it was all a mistake; if she's worth it she'll forgive you for it." Bunny grinned again. "You going to tell her stories about us?" he couldn't help but ask.

"If she asks, sure," Jack said, "Why?"

"Just making sure that you tell her the important stuff," Bunny hedged.

"Like about you?" Jack said, nudging him with his shoulder.

"Pretty much mate," Bunny said, grinning. "Although I'm pretty sure I've heard her voice before, so she must believe in all of us."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Jack said. The two lapsed into a comfortable silence.

"Thanks Bunny," Jack said finally, looking over at him. Bunny smiled comfortingly.

"Anytime mate."

-((Meanwhile))-

Claire reread the same problem of her Spanish homework for the fifth time that evening. Jack didn't write on her window last night, nor did he leave her a morning message today. I probably scared him off, she thought sadly staring down at her homework. Suddenly, her gaze sharpened. Why does that make me sad? That frosty pervert deserves my scorn, she thought with a glare at the offending homework. He's the one in the wrong, not me.

Ring!

She jumped slightly as she glanced over at her phone. "Why, if it isn't my favorite brother," she said, smiling into the phone.

Hunter ignored her sarcasm. "I thought you said you were going to call me this weekend."

Claire hesitated. "Technically it's Sunday night, so it's still the weekend…" she trailed off.

"But I called you Claire, so that doesn't work either."

Claire ignored his "stern parent" voice. "I'm sorry Hunter, I've been….distracted lately," she hedged.

"Lately?" Hunter said with a snort, "I would say 'distracted' is your default setting; what with all of the schoolwork—"

"Not schoolwork," she admitted before hesitating again. "…I met a guy."

Hunter instantly became serious again. "A guy? Where?"

"At school," Claire responded. "We were getting along really nicely, but then he…" she trailed off slightly, unsure of how to explain.

"He what," Hunter pressed, "What did he do?" She could practically hear him getting up and preparing to drive to her college if he had to.

"Nothing major!" Claire said, rushing to placate him. "He just made a pass at me and I shut him down," she improvised. "No harm done, it just hurt my feelings; I didn't think he was one of those guys," she said sadly.

"I'm sorry to say little sis, but a vast majority of us are 'one of those guys,'" Hunter clarified, "But I'm glad you gave him the shut down. No sister of mine gets the moves put on her by a-"

"Hunter, it wasn't like that," she said, cutting him off. "He's still a nice guy; he just…isn't who I thought he was." Why am I defending him?

"And that's how he will remain," Hunter said with finality. "I'm proud of you Claire. Don't let that bastard upset you. He's not worth your time."

"…You're right," Claire said, supported by Hunter's encouragement. "Thanks, Hunter. Maybe now I'll actually get to focus on my homework."

Hunter laughed. "Far be it from me to keep you from something so exciting." He paused, serious again. "Don't hesitate to call me if you need something okay?"

Claire smiled. "I won't. Love you."

"I love you too," Hunter said before hanging up.

Claire sighed before setting her focus back on her homework.

-((To Be Continued!))-

Well. That was longer than I thought it was going to be. Let me know what you think!

~freaky-hanyou