No I do not own ROTG….*sigh*….

OK…I had WAAAAAY so many reviews, that I cannot answer all your questions, and reply to you individually, but please do not let that stop you from reviewing. I love, appreciate, and enjoy every single one, especially the ones from you guests! Everyone feel free to critique, hypothesize, throw ideas, or just melt into a delirious ball of hapless fluff.

BTW…Every 100 reviews, one reviewer will get a free one shot request… As my 100th reviewer, Midnight Lupus gets the one shot request. Please note that I have rules for my fics…

I do not do slash(boyxboy or girlxgirl), it is a personal religious conviction of mine, and I would ask that you please respect that.

I prefer not to do femJack, or any other gender bending, it just doesn't appease my muse, and I'm unable to write it.

Try not to request anything too sadistic. I am a fan of angst, but I do not want my fics to get too dark. I'm naturally a happy positive person, and my stories tend to follow suit.

I don't cuss, and neither do my characters. No, I'm not a child, I'm actually an adult, but I tend to lose respect for a person when they cuss. Humans are intelligent, and our vocabulary should convey that.

Fluff is a MUST! I'm addicted to fluff! Crying, hurt/comfort, angry outbursts that lead to more crying…it's my candy.

So those are my rules. Congratulations Midnight Lupus, I look forward to seeing your request. Here is the next part of Pooka Jack, and I hope everyone enjoys it! Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!

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Jack felt a breeze hit his legs, and his blue eyes glanced down only to widen in abject horror at the shreds now adorning the snow around his furred legs. When he had stomped on the ground as he yelled at the moon, he unintentionally shredded his pants beyond repair, and was standing in only his hoodie. Jack immediately hunched low to the ground in an effort to cover himself, but another rip caused his long ears to twitch and a pained moan to slip through his lips. Cold air wafted through the rip in the hoodie down his back, and the former winter spirit felt a violent shiver rock his frame.

"Great…" Jack muttered as he looked around "What do I do now?"

A cold wind cut through him, and as Jack felt his entire body convulse in one giant shiver, a low whining hoot escaped from his mouth. Jack shook his head, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Bunny had explained to him just a few weeks previous what that meant, that it was the sound a rabbit made when in distress, or crying. Jack had thought that he had finally gotten rid of the ridiculous sound, but apparently his latest recurrence with being turned into a Pooka had resurrected the cry. The former winter spirit heaved a sigh, and attempted to stand up, but he was unused to his large feet, and bowed legs. With one step he toppled over, and landed in a snowdrift. At first it wasn't that bad, what with his fur and hoodie protecting him, but the moment some snow slid down into his ear Jack was on his feet with an undignified yelp and shaking his head furiously in his hope of dislodging the chunk of ice, until finally sweet relief came as he felt the stubborn piece of crystallized liquid fly out from his tender ear canal.

Once again slowly standing, Jack tried to get used to walking when a golden tendril snuck around the white Pooka, garnering his attention. The former sprite gaped at it, before whirling around to face the sandman, who was currently sporting several question marks over a very surprised face. The teen immediately squatted low to the ground, with his back hunched over in an attempt to hide the fact that he wasn't wearing pants, while his ears flushed pink and plastered themselves to the back of his head. Sandy drifted closer, his eyes wide, and one gold finger reached out to poke the shivering rabbit.

"Yes I'm real!" Jack snapped, as he leaned away from the questioning finger "You don't have to poke me."

A picture of him as a Pooka and a question mark spun around wildly, and Jack sighed. "Look," he said in a voice that showed how strained his sanity was becoming "I don't know how it happened, one minute I'm me and yelling at the moon, and the next I'm an over grown bunny."

The boy turned rabbit was met by a silent chuckle, and Jack could only shoot his best glare at one of his oldest friends. Sandman shrugged in a sign that he could not help the fact that he found the situation funny, and then made a picture of a snowflake drifting towards a candy cane, an idea that Jack found himself nodding his head vigorously to.

"Good idea Sandy" the boy smiled through chattering teeth "Maybe North will know what to do."

The sandman rose into the air gracefully, his hands swirling around as he created his favorite biplane to ride in to the North Pole. Straightening his goggles, he looked down at Jack expectantly, waiting for the boy to fly with the winds as he usually did. But the boy turned Pooka merely stayed in his spot, his teeth chattering and body huddled in a shivering ball of fur. Sandy's eyes widened as a realization hit him that Jack might not be able to use his powers. Turning to face the back of the plane, he used his magic to stretch the frame and create a second seat, and then gold tendrils flowed down the side creating a rope ladder.

Jack looked at the plane, and the ladder being created from sand, and then cast his gaze around for his staff. He may be powerless, but he could not deny the comfort of having it in his hands…paws. Gripping onto the comforting strength found in holding his staff, the winter sprite sighed. He did not like being turned into a Pooka, and having to deal with actual cold for the first time in over three hundred years, he did not like being without his powers, or the soothing friendship he enjoyed with the wind, and he did not like being ignored for three centuries by the moon only to be answered by being turned once again into a fuzzy creature. Jack didn't know why MiM turned him into a Pooka, and he could only think that this had better not be the Man in the moon's idea of a joke, because on a scale of one to ten, this one ranked at a negative thirty.

Still hunched over both from the cold, and embarrassment over being pant less, the boy turned rabbit did small bunny hops on his toes across the snow towards that ladder, then finally stretched himself up to scramble up the ladder. His feet slipped a few times, but he was eventually able to get up and into the seat, slouching down into the sand chair and his legs curled up against his chest as he struggled to maintain body heat. Sandy gave a sympathetic smile before taking off across the landscape, his plane racing at top speeds towards North and the workshop.

…..

North paced the length of the globe room, one hand worrying by stroking his beard. What was MiM thinking turning Jack into a Pooka again? Sure MiM had explained himself with a reasonably understandable logic, but still, the idea of having Jack be turned into a Pooka was not one of the ways he personally would have thought of to help ease the loneliness of the Easter Bunny. And to make matters worse, what if he was a baby again; was he out in the cold right now as an infant Pooka, cold and hungry, without anyone knowing where or how he was? North shuddered at the thought as worry clenched an even tighter grip on his stomach. Maybe he should take the sleigh out and check on Jack? No, North shook his head furiously, Jack didn't like being checked on and he knew that the boy would find it hard to believe that Father Christmas was just popping in for a visit.

North let out an aggravated sigh, and then massaged his eyes with one hand. Maybe he should go, for all he knew Jack was fine, and a little visit wouldn't hurt anything. Just as the large man prepared to yell to Phil to prepare the sleigh, the ceiling of the workshop filled with gold sand, signaling the arrival of the Guardian of dreams. A smile lit North's face at the welcome visitor, hoping maybe Sandy would have some advice for what he should do, and watched as the golden plane came to a stop at the bottom of the workshop.

Sprinting down the stairs, the large man jumped onto the banister, and slid down the steps all the way to the bottom, eager to greet his friend. But as he examined the biplane parked on the workshop ground floor, he noticed something odd. Sandy had a two-seater plane, which was rare, and the guest in the second seat had long white ears. North's heart leapt into his throat as he realized the inevitable truth; Jack had already been turned into a Pooka and Sandy had been the one to find him in said condition. Fortunately for him though, the winter spirit had been lulled into a deep sleep that was graced with snowballs, sleds, and many friends. As North came to a stop and jogged over to the golden man's side, Sandy disintegrated the plane, but was careful to place his guest on a couch before turning to the leader of the guardians.

"Sandy" North spoke quietly, his blue eyes serious with worries for the future "Thank you for bringing him here."

A picture of Jack turning into a rabbit swirled into a question mark, and North could only give a heavy sigh as he cast sorrow filled eyes towards the young spirit sleeping on the couch. Beckoning with his hand, the man urged Sandy to follow him up the stairs and towards his personal study. Sandman followed him up the steps and through the doorway, creating a large golden beanbag chair while Father Christmas sat behind his desk, dragging his large hands down his exhausted face. After a few moments of collective silence, North spoke, his voice soft as he revealed the reason behind Jack's shocking transformation.

"Manny contacted me earlier tonight," North began "He told me that he had plans to change Jack back into a Pooka."

Sandy's eyes grew wide at the news as his jaw did a comical drop. Images swirled over his head, snowflakes mixed with crescent moons, and bunnies danced overhead until they all were exploding in a chaos of confusion. North felt one eyebrow raise as he watched a physical manifestation of his current tumultuous emotions about the whole affair. Finally he raised both hands in a calming gesture in order for Sandman to 'quiet' down.

"Sandy, I know it is confusing, but apparently MiM feels he has good reason for doing this."

Sand swirled to create a question mark, but quickly disintegrated to form a light bulb. Gold danced as a picture of a very lonely Easter Bunny huddled at the base of a tree shone overhead, but then a new image joined the lonely rabbit. A smaller Pooka hopped up, and was quickly hugged by Aster. North nodded, pleased at how quickly Sandy could pick up on things, and then stood so to cast a weary gaze out the window.

"You are correct old friend" the large man intoned "It appears that Manny is worried for Bunny. According to MiM, our old friend is losing his center, and his light is growing dim from the loneliness he feels because he is last of his kind. Manny feels that Jack being turned into a Pooka is the key to both Bunny and Jack finding the family they both want so desperately."

Sandman cast a confused and slightly hurt look at one of his oldest friends, his sand forming a picture of all the guardians in a group hug. North heaved a sigh full of sorrow at the image.

"I know, I know" he practically whispered his blue eyes once again traveling to look across the frozen tundra of his home "But apparently this is something we cannot fix, only Bunny can give Jack the hope he needs to see his own self worth, and only Jack can be the child that Bunny wants so badly to be a father to. I do not understand why Manny has done this, or his reasoning, but what's done is done."

An image of Jack sleeping on the couch drifted across the room accompanied by a question mark, and the large man pursed his lips in thought "I do not think it would be wise to keep him here," North said slowly before his eyes lit up with an idea that had them twinkling in mischief "but I do know where we can take him."

Sandy smiled, if the point of this whole circus was to make Jack and Bunny happy, then the only place left to take the newly turned Pooka was to the warren.

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Bunny slowly woke, his memory fuzzy on how he had managed to fall asleep on the floor of Jack's bedroom, before once again reality rang its dreadful chime on why he had come in there in the first place. He was alone, and it looked like he was going to stay that way. Heaving a sigh, the rabbit picked himself off of the floor, stretching his sore muscles until his spine gave a satisfying pop. Giving a small turn, Aster looked over the room, ensuring everything was in its place when something odd caught his eye. Looking closer, he noticed that something was under the sheets in the bed. His eyes narrow with anger over the intrusion of the special place he had worked so hard on, the bunny leaned down, and ripped the sheets away, only to drop them as his face went slack in shock.

A snow white Pooka lay curled up in a ball on the bed, ears placed firmly against the back of his head, his nose twitching as he slept. He wore only a blue hoodie that had a long tear down the back between the shoulder blades, and aster felt his heart clench as he realized just who it was that had magically appeared back in the warren. Snowball, or Jack as he was rightfully called, but Bunny didn't care, his kit was back. Wait…His kit was back?

Aster quickly turned around, scrubbing his eyes with both paws before peeking over his shoulder, yep, still there. Next he slapped himself a few times, bit the inside of his cheek till it bled, and even stomped on his own toe, but each time he was sure he was awake and not dreaming, the mirage stayed firmly planted in the bed. Rushing out of the room, Bunnymund crashed into his kitchen, and melted onto a chair at the table. Shaking paws held his head as his mind raced trying to figure out just what had occurred. As he considered various situations that would result in this conclusion, the Pooka noticed something else that had not been there the night before. A small plate with homemade carrot cake and extra frosting sat in the middle of his dining room table, with a small letter set alongside it. Reaching out, Bunny grasped the envelope, and then opened the seal, his wide green eyes drinking in every word that had been written on the parchment.

Bunny,

I'm sure by now you have found Jack, and yes, he has somehow been turned into Pooka again. I was not sure that workshop was good place for his new form since he does not have powers, and apparently does not like cold. We brought him to you while we research just how to turn him back, until then, please care for him and teach him what he needs to know to survive as a Pooka. Good luck old friend.

Best Wishes

N.

"Crikey" Bunny whispered, the letter fluttering to lay forgotten on the table.

Standing up, Aster felt as if he were in a trance as he walked back into Jack's room. Softly he made his way towards the bed, and gazed on the sleeping face. By the looks of things, he was about half grown, maybe about fourteen in Pooka standards. Technically he was a few inches taller than Jack's usual height, not including the ears, but that meant he was still small even for the average Pooka. Plus his stripes were just about to start coming in. According to Pooka tradition, when a warrior rabbit became of age, they would get their stripes, the markings on their fur signaling their entrance into young adulthood. Those markings would not only reflect who the tyke was on the inside, but would also show the kind of warrior he was.

An explosion of excitement burst inside Aster's chest. He could still remember the day his stripes appeared, it was the day that he knew he was meant for something different because his marks were not the same as everyone else's. Cocking his head, the rabbit briefly wondered what kind of stripes would adorn Jack's thin frame, and how well they would go with his armor. Joy made every nerve ending tingle as another thought crashed through his mind, if Jack was really back to being Snowball for an indefinite amount of time, then that meant that Bunny could teach him what it meant to be a Pooka like his own father had when he was a kit. He could teach him how to use magic, how to fight, and even tell him about all the places he had seen. A shiver went down Bunny's back as his mind raced with all the things he could show the kid. They would go to Australia, deeper inside the warren where only Pooka's were allowed, the egg barracks, his personal lab where he experimented on making chocolate and practiced his magic, the sky was the limit and Aster couldn't wait to begin.

Leaning forward, a happy grin spread across Bunny's features as he softly snuffled Jack's forehead, his nose taking in deep drafts of the young tyke's scent. Giving the sleeping face a soft lick, he touched noses with the former spirit until bleary blue eyes opened to gaze on the Easter Bunny.

"Good morning" Bunny chuckled as furry white paws scrubbed at the blue eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep away.

"Morning" Jack yawned, his pink mouth stretching wide "Where am I?"

"You're home mate" Aster replied softly, his green eyes gazing on the son he had missed so dearly "You're home."