DOUBLE POSTING!

Well, you'll all be pleased to hear that Fix You has been boosted to the top of my To Do list. In order for me to post new fictions, I'd much rather have a bunch of my works in progress done before I add to the mess, so I decided that since Fix You is a shorter fic that it would be the first one to be completed. So expect to see more updates coming up in the next couple weeks. I expect this fic to run 8-10 chapters at maximum, so you all have your warning.

And there is actual FEELINGS REVEALED in this chapter! I'm so freaking stoked because of that! But on the other hand, it's terribly rushed, and I apologize for that. I just needed to get the words out of my head and actually written out, and this is the result of that. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Warning: There is a lot angst and hurt in this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Summary: He had always been alone. Now he's struggling to find his place with the Guardians. Sequel to What's Left of Me.

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All he could think about was the fact that he had actually hit Bunnymund. Him. No one else in the entire world could land a hit on the Pooka until now.

He was actually feeling a little lightheaded, seeing the shock shining back at him in the bright emerald that stared back at him. In fact, the Winter Spirit wanted nothing more than to run very far, very fast, and never show his face to the Guardian again.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, knowing that it would never be enough to show how upset he was about the entire situation. He was acting like an immature child, for crying out loud! He was allowing himself to become too emotional over something like this, even though he knew it was going to happen sooner or later. He knew that he would eventually be confronted, and he knew that he would probably run, but taking out his frustrations on Bunnymund just went against everything in him. On top of all of that, there was the entire situation that he had gone through with the other spirit that he had met at the top of the Eiffel Tower; Mischief Night. The mysterious words and the cards, along with everything else that was going on around him was just too much for him to handle.

Bunnymund looked confused for several long moments, as if he couldn't possibly fathom why Jack was apologizing, and then the Winter Spirit saw the understanding dawn on his features.

"Frostbite, you ain't got nothin' to apologize for, mate."

"But I-!" Jack immediately protested, unwilling to hear what the Pooka was about to say.

"Jack. It was my own fault that Ah got hit. Ah got distracted for a momen', and you took advantage of an openin'. Ah'm not gonna get mad at ya for doin' that."

The Winter Spirit flinched at the gentle tone that the Pooka was using with him, still unsure of why he felt so confused about this.

There was a heavy sigh from Bunnymund, and then he shifted, moving forward and bringing Jack into a warm embrace before the teen could wriggle out of the way. It wasn't hard to tell that it was what Jack needed; as soon as the large paws wrapped around his back, he burrowed into the heat of his fur and listened to the sound of the Pooka's heart.

Bunnymund let Jack simply stand there, feeling the slight tremors that ran through the smaller Guardian's body and doing his best to try and take some of the stress away from him. He wanted nothing more than for Jack to realize that he didn't have to be alone in this. He was here for him, and he wasn't going to go anywhere again. He would stand beside the Winter Spirit through everything that came his way, and he would do it with the new emotions that were beginning to reveal themselves to him.

He, E. Aster Bunnymund, was beginning to fall in love with Jack Frost.

"You alright, Frostbite?" he finally asked, unable to think of anything else to say to the Winter Spirit that would possibly make anything better.

"No." Jack replied pitifully, burrowing his face further into Bunnymund's fur. "I don't know what to do anymore. It's like I've suddenly seen the world a million times, but this time I've seen it as the one fighting all the wars for everyone. I can't see the same things that everyone else does because I've seen things and done things that they never will. I've killed someone, and it's been on my mind ever since. And then I met Mischief Night right before North grabbed me-"

"Hold on a minute. You met Mischief Night?" Bunnymund asked incredulously, pulling Jack away from him by the shoulders.

"Yeah. Wears a black mask. Why?" Jack asked, his thoughts momentarily distracted from what he was originally thinking.

"Mate, not just any bloke just happens to see Mischief Night. The bloke's a bloody master at not being found unless he wants to be." The Pooka replied.

This changed everything. What had the spirit said to Jack that had gotten him so worked up over? In fact, what had the spirit even looked like? It had to have been at least a hundred years since Bunnymund had managed to catch a glimpse of him over in Canada. The details had faded from his memory, blurred around the edges like a worn photograph.

"What did he say?"

"Not much." Jack frowned. Bunnymund could instantly tell that even though the elusive spirit hadn't said much, it had certainly hit a sore spot of some kind with the Winter Spirit. "He said I went through a war and I was torn over something, and that I was trying to find myself. He did it with a bunch of cards, too. Tarot, I think."

"Mate, you've no idea how big this is." The Pooka informed the younger Guardian. "Even North hasn't seen Mischief Night before; not unless it was way back when."

"Great. Something else to add to the pile of bullshit in my life." The teen snarked, rolling his eyes before falling back into the serious state of mind. "I don't know if I can live forever and deal with everything anymore, Bunnymund. Nothing seems like it's going to get better, and with everyone else breathing down my neck-"

Before either of them knew what was happening, Bunnymund leaned down and pressed his lips against Jack's.

There was definitely some mild discomfort, considering the fact that they were two entirely different species, but somehow, they managed to fit together perfectly. It was almost like that missing puzzle piece that you didn't know you had until you realize that you were blind to that blank space the entire time.

Jack's startling bright blue gaze was locked onto Bunnymund's half lidded moss green, and then the Winter Spirit relaxed, moving closer to the Pooka and leaning his small frame against the larger of the elder Guardian. It was not something that either of them had planned happening, but now that it was, there was something that felt so right about it.

Jack broke away first, his pale cheeks flushed from embarrassment or lack of oxygen, and simply stayed silent. Both of the males eyed one another up. Bunnymund knew that the both of them would have to accept it if either one of them wanted to move on with this relationship, if that was what it was to become, and unless that happened, this would have all been one huge mistake.

"Frostbite.." Bunnymund started, feeling suddenly wary at the look that he was being given. "Is somethin' wrong?"

"I don't know if I can do this." The teen replied vaguely, uncertainly. Bunnymund swore that his heart stopped for a moment. Then, however, a surge of courage came out of nowhere and took him along for a ride. He moved closer to Jack, offering him a large paw and silently pleading with the Winter Spirit. He didn't know what he would do if he was to turn his back on him now. Actually, that wasn't true. The Pooka knew exactly what would happen if Jack were to turn his back on him now. He would spiral right back down to that place that he had begun with, and this time, he wasn't sure if the Winter Spirit would be able to rebound from the depression that had caused him to try and kill himself the last time.

"Yeah, ya can." Bunnymund coaxed softly, putting all of the feelings right out there for Jack to see. "Ah'm here for ya, Frostbite. You've got me. We can do this together."

There was silence surrounding them. The courtyard of the monastery was dark, and it was a miracle in itself that either of the Guardians could even see one another. But nonetheless, it was absolutely impossible for Bunnymund not to catch the next words that the Winter Spirit would speak. They were the words that would change everything. Whether it would be the good or bad, he was about to speak them, and then there would be no going back.

"Okay." Jack nodded, blue glowing in the dark like a pair of sapphires.

Bunnymund felt a huge weight suddenly lifted off of his shoulders. He hadn't realized that it had been stressing him out this much to know what the answer would be to the one thing that he wanted to ask most but hadn't had enough bravery to do so. In a swift movement, he swooped down again, pulling Jack into a heated kiss that he was sure would cause the both of them to go lightheaded from lack of oxygen, but he didn't care.

Jack had said yes. He had said yes for the both of them.