A/N: I'm so sorry for changing the dialect of sorts that Bunny had, but this is much easier to type as well as read. The beginning isn't the best I've written, but I was rushed to turn in this late piece. To those who didn't understand what was in the box Patrick was talking about, it was a wedding ring. Or, at least, that's what he was making Bunny was believe was in it. It was pretty much Patrick issuing the challenge to Bunny that if he could become suitable for Jack and make Jack love him, Patrick would back off. I hope that clears that up for anyone who didn't understand!

Jack stomped through the hallways, his shoe-clad feet making more noise than he was used to. He flinched at every step he took, looking back to make sure no one was following him. His steps were crooked and much different than usual. In fact, he couldn't even walk in a straight line. The few decent steps he did manage to take were sending him forward and almost out of the boots. Finally, he let out a few curses and kicked them off, leaving them behind in favor of flying.

He flew down the hallways, much faster than he did seconds ago. A blur of wood surrounded him as he zoomed through the almost-empty hallways. He was moving toward North's office, he knew, and be damned if he wasn't mad. Was he angry enough to possibly 'flip shit' on his father figure? He thought so.

"North!" he yelled, pure rage seeping into his voice. Out of his workshop the man stumbled, peering at the winter sprite past his messy, white hair. "Jack Frost!" he cried out, a smile on his warm features. It melted faster than ice in the desert when he saw the look on the little sprite's face. "What is the matter, Jack?" North questioned, his thick brows furrowed together.

"This!" he yelled, gesturing to himself. What had at first made him feel like an artist now made him feel like a toddler in his mother's makeup. North seemed to be confused for a moment until Jack grabbed him by the shoulder and gestured for him to follow. When they stood in North's workshop, Jack turned on him in a fit of rage. "I want them out of here right now! They haven't been here three hours and I'm fucking ruined!"

North sighed, hands at his temples. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry, perhaps both. He knew it was a dangerous call but it didn't take away any of the surprise he felt. Why exactly would he expect any different? Of course, he did though. He expected Jack to be grateful. He expected to hear Bunny and Jack screaming and moaning within an hour. But, he was wrong.

"Bunny thinks I'm a raging homosexual and New Year and Pumpkin's outfit choices aren't exactly proving him wrong!"

Yeah, Jack wasn't just upset. He was enraged. This was a new look on the spirit, seeing as he is usually all smiles and cheer. North stepped forward with a tiny smile and put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Give them another chance. They only want to help." Jack shook his head, brushing off the familiar hand off his shoulder. "North, no. I wouldn't give them the air from lungs. I need them gone so I can scrape my dignity off the fucking floor."

He was gone, out the door before North could respond. The older spirit wasn't given enough time to think, left alone in his crowded work shop. He was about to turn and go back into his room when a hole appeared in front of him, a raging Pooka in front of him. "What the bloody hell is this 'bout that damned leprechaun and Snowflake getting together?" he hissed, barring his teeth at North without a proper greeting.

North's forehead crinkled, hands on his wide hips. "Patrick and Jack are together? Ah, this is… strange. I was led to believe that Jack's loyalities lie elsewhere." Bunny stomped about with his large feet, glaring angrily and hitting all that came too close to him. "Why do you care, Bunny? You are a good friend to Jack, yes? Why are you upset over something so… simple?" North questioned. Bunny's large ears pressed back, his lips curled up into a snarl. "Jack is mine!" he roared, before gnawing on his lip with his front teeth.

A wide smile broke out across North's aging features and Bunny stumbled back. "You ain't gonna say anything to Snowflake, alright?" he half asked, half stated. North shook his head, gesturing to his personal work shop. "I have something that might help, no?" Bunny, without many options, followed, wary of what may happen. North almost immediately presented him to a large oak cabinet filled with vials and jars of oil and gels.

"I present your cure!" North said with a smile, arms wide. Bunny's brows furrowed as he tapped a foot impatiently. "Cure to what?" "Cure to your woes!" North began to dig through the rows of liquids, pushing them aside haphazardly in search for a single vial. Multiple, colorful potions fell to the floor, crack and spreading across the dull wood. North seemed to not register this, stomping in the puddle, soaking his boots as he continued to thourougly search through the vials. When Bunny grew tired of waiting, North held up a bring yellow bottle and let out a victory screech.

"Drink this, Bunny, and not only will Jack love you, but he will immediately pursue to produce with you!" North yelled, jumping around like a kindergarten during show and tell. "What exactly will it do to me?" Bunny questioned as he held the uncapped flask in his hand. "Drink and see!" North encouraged, proudly. Bunny's eyes darted between the potion and the soviet that urged him to drink it. Finally, with a random sense of courage, he gulped down the liquid.

He immediately threw the vial and began to cough, fire crawling up his throat. "What the fuck is happening to me?" Bunny hissed, clawing at his mouth. "You are becoming human, Bunny."

A/N: SHORT SHORT SHORT IM SO SORRY I KNOW