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Jacks injuries during the blizzard are explained in this one.

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As Jack slept the number of Guardians gathered around him dropped. First North who had to watch over the repairing of the Pole, then Sandy who had dreams to spread and then finally and with much reluctance, Tooth.

"You call us all back if he so much as snores, have you got that Bunny, if he snores I want to know!" After promising Tooth that he would call them back, Bunny was alone with Jack at last. Ever since Jack's outburst and his tale about what Bunny presumed was the blizzard of 1968 when Jack's power had ruined Easter, although now that he thought about it the children had loved finding the eggs in the snow. Yes the egg hunt had to be cancelled until the weather improved, but when it did and the children were allowed to hunt again they had loved finding the eggs in the snow, it presented more of a challenge.

Then Jack's words about the blood stirred a memory in Bunny's head.

A small boy, lying curled around a wooden stick, with dark bags under his eyes and his entire body drooping. Bunny had been so furious with the winter spirit that he had paid no heed to the sickly sweet smell of blood or to the pain in the boy's voice as he tried to apologize.

Bunny was pulled from memory lane when Jack stirred slightly and let out a low moan and slowly opened his eyes.

"Jack…" Bunny called the spirits name with some trepidation, anxious over how Jack would respond, he needn't have worried though, Jack looked at him and a huge grin spread across his face.

"Hi cottontail, still set on hearing about my scars?" Bunny frowned slightly, he was glad that Jack had decided to trust him enough to tell him but he had expected to have to beg for a while before Jack shared his story.

"Yes, but only if you're ready to tell it kid."

"Yep, yesterdays temper tantrum made me realize that if I really want to forget about the scars then I should share their stories and tell you all a little about my past." Jack stretched and winced slightly as his healing wound protested against the movement.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to tell you everything that has happened to me in the past three hundred years, just what is relevant to the scars."

Bunny nodded and then lent forward as Jack prepared to start his tale.

Jack Frost watched in silence as the children all tore out of their houses and set about finding the eggs, he always watched, every year he would help children when they couldn't find an egg and occasionally he would help to hide the less well-hidden ones. This year though it was different. As Jack watched he felt anger stirring in his belly, anger and grief.

He helped the children, looked after them and helped them have fun, without him snow would be boring and deadly, he kept the winter weather in check and not once had he been thanked, not only was he keeping the children safe he was keeping all people and animals safe from the deadly effects of winter.

It hurt him though, holding back the power and force of winter for so long was costing him greatly, he tired quicker and it became harder to find the fun in anything. So watching the children have fun without ever realizing what he did for them made him furious and he could feel the ice-cold angry rising up, winter was responding to his rage and thick flakes of snow began to fall slowly coating the ground. Within half an hour the snow was thick and heavy and the ground was covered in it, an hour later and the hunt was cancelled and Jack let out his full fury.

For two days the wind had raged and the snow had fell, nothing moved in Burgess, terrified of the dangerous weather, everyone was inside, staring through fogged up windows at the blizzard.

Jack loved it, for the first time in over a century he could release all of the pent up power inside of him and he did. He felt powerful and invincible; he felt only the slightest twinge of guilt over the ruined holiday. After the two days though his strength began to wane, the weather was taking too much from him! When he tried to pull the weather back into himself though it was near impossible, the winter weather didn't want to be trapped again and he wasn't strong enough to make it. Gradually though, bit by bit he pulled the weather back. The wind stopped roaring and the snow stopped falling, it came at a cost though.

Jack sat slouched in the snow, he had used up every single drop of strength that he had in regaining control and as he had the storm had rebelled for a second and Jack Frost, spirit of winter had been caught up in a blizzard that was almost beyond his power to control. It took him several hours but finally the destructive storm was over, its strength reduced to nothing while the frost child lay crumpled in the snow, bleeding from multiple wounds. In its rage the blizzard had tossed Jack around, smashing him into everything, from houses to trees and rocks. This brutal treatment had resulted in hundreds of severe cuts all over his body. As the wounded boy lay there, half dead from exhaustion and injuries the children resumed their hunt and their parents exclaimed over the bizarre weather.

Bunny winced as Jack looked at him, he knew this part of the story. He had found Jack and instead of helping the grievously injured boy he proceeded to shout and threaten him.

"I think that you know the rest." Jack's eyes rested on Bunny's and for a second Bunny saw resentment burn there but it passed so quickly that he decided he must have been mistaken.

"Listen, Jack I know that it is to late for me to apologize but I'm going to any way, I'm really and truly sorry, I hate myself for not listening to you when you tried to explain and I'm sorry that it took you being near fatally injured to get me to listen." Bunny had thought over what he was going to say while Jack was sleeping and he had had no idea how he was going to make it up to him, but now after listening to Jack's tale, he had an idea.

But first he had to discover what scars had been created by the blizzard.

"Jack mate, the scars from the blizzard…" Bunny didn't finish what he was saying, unsure how to say what he was thinking, luckily Jack knew.

Without a word he lifted up his hoodie and pointed out dozens of tiny white scars that covered his belly, chest and most of his back.

"They are all from that blizzard?!" Bunny stared in shock at the tiny white lines that seemed so insignificant but really hide an important part of the boy's life. That day when Bunny had not held out a helping hand when it was most needed had taught Jack that no-one but himself could be trusted.

Bunny watched silently as Jack pulled his hoodie back down over the scars and yawned sleepily. He continued watching in silence as Jack's eyelids closed over his bright blue eyes, that looked so lively and happy but really hide centuries of pain and loneliness. It was only when Jack's breathing became slow and even that Bunny forced himself away, he didn't want to leave the boy's side but he had an egg hunt to plan.

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