Hello readers! So on my traffic graph it shows 900 people reading my story but still three reviews?! Thank you so much to those who did, I am so grateful to you! So I have done two chapters now. This chapter works on two parts that I made one story. Jack seeing more of Cupid and joining Bunnymund for Easter and bonding. Next chapter shall be Jack's claustrophobia!

Jack flew through the air, the wind easily tossing him as he rode the current. He was heading towards Rome and while the weather made him uncomfortable, he could stand it for a few hours while he visited a certain someone he wanted to thank.

Cupid.

The large, but not fat, slightly muscular blonde man with his white toga had stood up for Jack that night at North's party. While the rest of the evening had been a quiet revelry around the kitchen table, Jack still wanted to thank the Spirit of Love for stepping in.

Jack wasn't sure where to go so he settled for some sight seeing and the odd bit of mischief. It was as he was tripping up his third helpless victim (being invisible had its advantages) that he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He spun around and there stood Cupid, arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Jack shrugged. "Yes." He replied with a grin, "but I have to keep it low key. You should see when I really enjoy myself."

Cupid nodded, "New slate?"

Jack nodded, "from the big man himself."

Cupid laughed and motioned for Jack to follow; they made their way down to a river and walked along the banks, chatting about meaningless matters. The sun was dipping low and Jack was enjoying the crisp air but knew he would be going soon.

"I wanted to say thankyou." He said, "for that night."

"Mmmm," hummed Cupid and he seemed to want to ask something but was reconsidering it. "Well BUnnymund was furious, never seen his little cotton tail in such a twist."

Jack grinned at the description, "Well I'm sorry I lost my temper but thanks for seeing what was happening and doing something about it."

Cupid chuckled, "You're a good kid Jack, mischievous but not much of a fighter. Definitely more of a lover than a fighter." He moved forward quickly, intending to give the little Guardian a quick but affectionate hug and widened his eyes, not in surprise, but at the speed of Jack's reaction.

Jack threw up his thin arms to cover his face and head and blinked a couple of times, awaiting a blow that never existed. He quickly lowered his arms and tried grinning again, staff in hand.

"Mmmm" hummed Cupid again, "just what the others mentioned."

"The others?" asked Jack.

"After you went to sleep, that night. North mentioned the look on your face when he locked you in his office and he had the 'centre' talk. Bunny mentioned when he raised his paw to you after the Easter fiasco."

Jack scowled, "I don't appreciate you all talking about me."

"More like caring." Replied Cupid. He stood still and observed the boy and Jack felt himself shifting under the scrutiny. "When you're ready to ask for help, we'll happily step in."

"I don't need help." Said Jack, already putting up his hoodie. Cupid recognized the sign and knew Jack would soon be off.

"Don't want it anyway," surmised Cupid. He reached out with a gentle arm and placed it on the boy's shoulder. "You're very brave Jack. Very brave indeed. You've been hurt so many times over the years and yet you still open your heart to others. With your element you could turn a lot of homes into a cold, dark place."

Jack was immediately drawn back and his memory played out Pitch's words to him:

What goes better than cold and dark?

"I'm proud of you Jack", he finished, "and I know the others are too."

Jack nodded, emotions welling up inside. "Thanks. See you." He was gone quite literally, with the wind.

Cupid looked up at the small disappearing figure. Jack was a lover, not a fighter. It was time for backup to fight Jack's battles.

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A few months later, Jack was surprised to get an invite from Bunnymund. It was a couple of days before Easter and Jack remembered the conversation the week before.

"Wont you be busy? What happens if I mess things up?" Jack had asked, stunned.

"Yeah I'll be busy so don't expect me to be holding yer hand the whole time," the Pooka had responded, "and I know you wouldn't intentionally mess things up. I'll see you at Easter and you can see what I do first hand."

Jack nodded, already excitement taking its hold.

"I'll be good!" he promised.

Bunnymund snorted, "and I'll be a kangaroo."

Now two days before Easter, Jack didn't think he would make it. If past experiences were anything to go by, he would be in no shape to be seen and he wouldn't want Bunny to see him like that. It would take at least a couple of days for the bruises on his face to fade.

Fall and Summer faced him, grins wide. Especially Fall's, he looked wicked. It had begun like it usually did every couple of years, a few spirits would track him down, a few taunts later as they provoked a fight which always left Jack worse for wear. It wasn't that Jack didn't put up a fight, he always did his best to defend himself, he just wasn't very good at it.

Fall had already wacked him across the face and there was a tussle as all three spirits grabbed at eachother, Jack heard the sleeve of his hoodie tear and gave another yell. It didn't stop them. "Ahhhhh!" cried Jack as Summer held onto his wrist. The Summer spirit was hot and his touch had the effect of fire on the Winter spirit. When Summer released him, Jack could see the bracelet of blisters adorning his pale wrist.

"Leave me alone!" They didn't, they never did.

Jack closed his eyes and tried to hold back tears. He had so badly wanted to go with Bunny, an offer like that was rare and now he wouldn't be able to go. What would Bunny think when he didn't arrive? He would probably be annoyed with him. Jack kept his eyes closed as he was pushed from spirit to spirit, he gave the occasional jab but concentrated on keeping his hands up. Perhaps if he didn't put up too much of a fight, they would leave him alone?

A particularly painful jab to the ribs had him groan in pain and lash out with a growl. HE made contact with Fall and heard the venom in his voice as the spirit said, "He split my lip! You're gonna answer for that one you little-"

Jack felt himself thrown backwards and strong, lean arms grab him. In fear he tried to hit out, protect himself and gasped as a furry paw stopped his fist mid-air. Jack opened his eyes wide in surprise as he saw Bunnymund in front of him and just a couple of feet behind him, Cupid.

"B-b-bunny." He stuttered.

The Pooka took in everything. The light bruising on Jack's face, the torn hoodie, the unshed tears, the marks on his wrist. He didn't say anything to Jack as he spun him around and threw him towards Cupid.

"Hold him." He ordered.

Jack felt two beefy arms circle him, pinning his arms to his sides. He wasn't sure why Cupid was restraining him, it wasn't like he had been doing any particular damage.

"We were just having abit of fun." Said Fall, "having a laugh." Summer nodded next to him.

"I must have missed the joke," said Bunnymund, "cause I don't see anything funny about bullies."

He didn't say anything else, just bounded forward and grabbed the front of Fall's shirt and held hard. Jack watched in awe. There was no fancy footwork, no boomerangs or egg bombs, Bunnymund just drew his fist back and began pummelling the spirit in front of him. A dozen rabbit punches to the face in a couple of sentences had Fall's face a mushy mess of broken nose, missing teeth and split skin.

Jack squirmed and tried to fight the hold on him, "Stop Bunny!" he called out. "Its not worth it!"

Bunnymund paused but didn't stop his assault. "He's not worth it, but you are mate." Before landing a kick that sent Fall skidding a couple of feet. "They're not going to do anything to me, they're not stupid enough." He rounded on Summer, "When things get stressful, its fun to cut loose and have a go at someone who wont fight back." He grabbed Summer and began to shake him violently. "I say won't cause this kid went head to head with Pitch, the BOOGEYMAN and came out fine, he fought Pitch and sent him back underground. He's a kid and you and any spirit that's picked on him is scum."

When he was done, the two spirits lay on the ground, groaning. Bunnymund looked down at them, sucking his slightly swollen knuckles. "Spread the word. I hear or even get a sniff of you lot having a go at Frostbite, you'll hear from us. Tooth will happily pluck your teeth out by hand while North dirties his boots when he kicks the crap outta you. We got eyes everywhere matey."

With a nod in Cupid's direction, Bunnymund opened a tunnel and jumped, Cupid behind with a shocked Jack still wrapped in his arms.

They arrived at the Warren shortly and Cupid continued to keep Jack pinned to his chest. Shame washed over Jack and he tried to struggle from the man's grip, just wanting to get away. He let go off his staff and it clattered to the ground and Jack started scratching at the beefy arms. "Let me go!" he grunted. He just wanted to run, disappear. Not have to see the look on Bunny's face for a couple of decades. Bunnymund had disappeared when they arrived but now he was back, a stone bowl in hand and he was mushing some kind of leave with a stone pummel. When the leaf was a green paste, he knelt slightly so he was level with Jack. Jack's eyes were downcast, he couldn't look at the Guardian's face whose opinion he had come to respect. Bunnymund spread the paste on the bruises on his face and without realizing it, Jack let out a sigh. The paste was soothing and took the ache and throbbing pain away to a slight tickle.

"That'll help." Said Bunnymund and took ahold of Jack's wrist and did the same to the blistered skin, a clean clothe bandage appeared and was wound around the pale wrist as well.

"You gonna run if we let you go?" asked Cupid.

Jack shrugged.

"Lets try." Cooed Cupid and released him. Jack shook himself off and kicked up his staff from where it lay and grabbed it with his good wrist. He looked up and realized it was a mistake. The look on the Pooka's face was barely restrained anger. Jack turned and bolted but was soon stopped by a large hand grabbing his hoodie and bringing him back. Cupid kept hold as he held him out to Bunnymund.

"I'm sorry?" tried Jack.

"Wha-?" cried Bunnymund. "I'm not angry at you! Well abit, you should have said something Frostbite, it should never have got to this extent. I'm angry at the Man in the Moon, I'm angry as a Tasmanian Devil at those spirits but I'm angry with myself as well."

"I'm sorry." Repeated Jack.

Bunnymund grasped him by his hoodie and pulled him close as Cupid released his hold. "You gotta learn to ask for help. Its not easy for you, I understand but you gotta try before one day you get seriously hurt."

"I can handle it. I always do." Argued Jack, staring at his friend, defiance creeping into his steely blue eyes and hardened voice.

"Taking a beating cause you would rather some kind of attention than none is not 'handling it' mate."

Jack jerked out of Bunnymund's grip and this time he didn't bolt, he stood tall, shoulders squared and gave a little growl, "I didn't want this!"

"Good." Grinned Bunnymund, "Feel that fire in yer belly? Remember it. I was small too Jack. You saw for yourself what I was like before I was a Guardian. I never let my size affect the way I deserved to be treated and neither should you."

"We'll help you Jack, we'll teach you to defend yourself but you have to trust us that we will help you, we will be there." Added Cupid, he bent low and put two hands on the shoulders of the boy in front of him, "Believe in us Jack."

Jack looked to Cupid then to Bunnymund. He nodded, "Thankyou."

The next three days had Jack helping and accompanying Bunnymund on his Easter. He pointed out good hiding places, acted as a scout, as a diversion if people were around and Bunnymund needed cover. He was look-out and when they arrived in Burgess, Bunnymund handed a basket of eggs to Jack and instructed him to hide them for Jamie, Sophie and their friends. Jack was ecstatic and took great care in the hiding places and even gave Abby a pat on the head when she came to investigate. When Jack was done, Bunnyund appeared and motioned that it was time to go.

"Need help with the rest of Burgess?" Jack asked.

Bunnymund scoffed, "Mate, while you did that street I already did the rest of the town."

Jack blinked.

Bunny was good.

As they headed from country to country, town to town and village to village, with slight prompting from Bunnymund, Jack began to talk. He discussed the various beatings and taunts. The loneliness, the pain. Hurting and having nowhere to go but bury himself into a snowdrift and wait for the physical pain to heal. How no matter how many times the spirits hurt him, he always held back when it came to defending himself because there was always a slight, tiny possibility that they coul be potential friends. He confessed the night in the ally, he had expected Bunnymund to have planned some kind of retribution. When North locked him in his office and backed him towards the door, he expected some kind of pain because being annoying was a justifiable reason enough to hit him. He also told him how he wanted Bunny to hit him after the Easter disaster because he deserved it, he knew he did. Jack admitted he would prefer a punch any day than the look of disappointment on their faces and their turned backs.

When Easter was over, Jack and Bunnymund were exhausted. They bid their farewells, physically tired but a bond of brotherhood formed that held strong.

Cupid who had been waiting at the Warren, insisted on Bunnymund resting and Jack was surprised to see the warrior not even hesitate to do as he was told. When Bunnymund was settled for a good rest, Cupid accompanied Jack home. A brief hug and farewell and the large blonde was gone. Jack smiled and made his way to his tree and stopped as something caught his eye. He looked and gave a start as he realized there was an egg hidden in the snow. He grabbed it and looked around wildly, jumping up and down as he realized there were more hidden. It took him about fifteen minutes to find the several eggs and he had them balanced in his lap as he sat on his branch, munching contentedly.

The sneaky little rabbit must have hidden them while he was at Jamie's house. Jack's heart gave a little jump as he realized Bunnymund gave Easter to everyone and wanted to give everyone hope. He looked at the eggs in his lap and the bright colours and friendly tones reassured him. He could practically hear Bunnymund saying:

Have Hope Jack.

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