Que Pasa!

No I don't speak Spanish…but if I'm correct then that should mean 'What's up!', so there we go.

This is going to be complete fluff because someone (*cough* Sisaat who writes Winter Child *cough*) all of a sudden got me hooked on the idea of a sleepy Bunny. So WOOTS for me, because you guys get to see one of my absolute favorite plot bunnies (heheh PUN!), which is namely someone sick with a fever.

ENJOY!

"Is he going to be ok?"

Tooth laughed at the concern etched across the winter spirit's face as he hovered over his friend who was currently occupying a couch in the sitting room of the North Pole. It was the day after Easter, and Bunny had once again overworked himself to the point of becoming ill. Tooth and the other two guardians were quite used to this, and checked on the Pooka yearly just to ensure that he had not collapsed with a fever, which unfortunately was the case this year. Jack however was beside himself with worry, and would not leave the ailing rabbit's side.

"Jack," the fairy whispered with an amused smile lighting her features "this happens almost every year. He exhausts himself from overworking, and then manages to get sick with a fever. It isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, he'll be fine."

An endearing pout thrust Jack's bottom lip out as he processed her words and decided that he was definitely not happy with them. Whether anyone acknowledged it or not, Jack was still very much a child, administering medicine and then leaving to allow healing to take place was something only adults did. Jack didn't like seeing things he couldn't understand, especially if those things caused pain, and this whole situation had his stomach in knots. Finally with a sigh and a nod, the boy drug a chair over to the couch and plopped himself down. Crossing his arms, and furrowing his brow, Toothiana knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the boy was not moving until Bunny was well and awake.

Ruffling the white head, Tooth dropped a kiss on his temple then flew away, leaving the winter sprite with his patient. Jack sat in the chair, listening to the wheezing breaths of his friend as the bunny slept, his throat constricting with worry as he gazed on the ill form of the warrior rabbit. Bringing one hand up to his face, the sprite nibbled on his thumb nail, wracking his brain for anything that could help him make Aster more comfortable. Unfortunately the boy only knew the basics, and his own body chemistry was so wonky he didn't know how to handle someone else with a fever. When he got sick, he would find the deepest snow drift he could and just sleep it off, but what do you do for a bunny?

Jack was jolted out of his reverie by harsh coughing that caused the entire couch to shake from the force of the rabbit's hacking. Stumbling to his feet, the boy stepped over to the couch, one hand resting on Bunny's forehead, his face wincing at the wheezed breaths being pulled into his friend's lungs. Jack pulled his hand away, unable to handle the high temperature raging through Aster's body, and once again found a seat on the chair. He hated feeling so helpless, like he was incapable of doing anything for himself. He had survived for three hundred years by himself, so why in the past year did he all of a sudden find it hard to remember what it was like before the guardians?

Heaving a frustrated groan, Jack stood up and paced around the room, every few seconds his worried gaze switching back over to the sleeping Pooka. It was during this that the rabbit began to kick, causing the sprite to stop his jaw clenched in worry, but it lasted only long enough for him to kick the blanket off and once again settle into a comfortable position into the cushions. A relieved sigh whooshed past Jack's lips as he walked on wobbly legs towards the person who had so efficiently become like a big brother to him. Sitting on the floor, the boy braced his arms on the couch cushion, and laid his head on them, his bright blue eyes memorizing Bunny's sleeping face. Raising one hand, he tentatively stroked the furry head, allowing his fingertips to trail up one side of his ear, and down the other. Focusing all of his winter magic, Jack tried to cool down the fever by running his pale fingers through the fur and stroking the sleeping face.

One foot twitched, and the rabbit gave a soft sigh accompanied by a smile, his head unconsciously nuzzling into the caress. Jack fought a laugh over the tough warrior rabbit looking so cute, and softly scratched Aster behind the ears, his other hand not pausing in stroking his forehead and nose. The foot that twitched, quivered yet again before moving to thump against the couch cushions when Jacks nails scratched a particularly sensitive spot under his ear. The winter spirit giggled at the sight, and was only motivated to continue, that is until the rabbit shivered from the cold. With a gasp Jack jumped back, reaching for the blanket and flinging it over his friend. Biting his bottom lip in worry over possibly making his friend's illness worse, Jack plopped his rear right back into the chair, and twiddled his fingers nervously as he watched for any adverse affects from his winter magic.

"Don' stop…" came a voice slurred by fatigue and fever not even two minutes later.

Jack perked up, his ears twitching at the soft request "You awake Cotton Tail?" he whispered as he slunk forward back to the side of the couch.

"Don' stop" the rabbit repeated tiredly "Felt good."

A snort of laughter exploded from Jack's lips and he nodded his head vigorously "Ok."

Once again pale fingers wound themselves into the soft fur, and once again Aster found himself sighing in pleasure as they chased away the aches and pains accompanying his illness. Jack leaned down so that he was closer to the sleepy Pooka "You going to be ok?" he whispered.

Bunny opened a tired eye and cracked a weak grin "You kidding?" he chuckled softly "I'm tougher than a cut snake, gonna take a lot more than a fever to keep this old bunny down."

"You're not old." Jack snorted.

"Yeah, I am Snowflake" the rabbit shivered his eyes closing in rapture at the strokes being administered to his ears "I'm older than three hundred, and that was before I was ever chosen to be an immortal guardian."

"Seriously?!" The winter spirit's jaw drop as his eyes widened to the size of dish plates.

"Uh-huh" the Pooka nodded vaguely "I'm not even from this planet…Come from a long line of warrior rabbits who are interstellar travelers. I've been around for a while."

"Whoa…" Jack gawped then grinned "So you're like a warrior alien! Do you have special powers? Can you transform? Does your fur turn blonde when you do?"

Bunny found a loud guffaw rocking his frame, but it was quickly overcome by coughing. Jack wilted, feeling guilty for making his friend laugh and thereby causing him to experience pain through the hacking cough that was afflicting him, but it was wiped away when the Pooka granted the boy a fond smiling through the tears collecting in his eyes as he wheezed and gasped for air. Finally the coughing fit subsided, and with a small nudge from Bunny, Jack continued stroking his head.

"Yes, I guess you could say I'm a warrior alien, and I do have certain powers" the rabbit croaked "but I'm no Saiyan ya dag."

"Too bad" Jack pouted "I was hoping that you could turn into a giant rabbit under a full moon, or could shoot energy beams from your fists."

Another chuckle shook the rabbit's frame as he listened to the boy "You watch too many cartoons kid."

Jack gave a shrug that clearly spoke of his apathy towards said comment, mostly because he knew it wasn't going to change any time soon "So what CAN you do?"

"I'm a sorcerer," Aster said softly, his face stretching with a grin when he saw the look of unbridles impressed awe blanket the boy's face.

"Like with Mickey in Fantasia?" Jack whispered, his body wiggling in excitement.

"Like I said, too many cartoons" Bunny chuckled "but yeah, kind of like that."

"Cool!" Jack exclaimed "Could you teach me some someday?"

"Sure" The rabbit slurred his eyes slowly drooping closed "…One day…"

"Awesome!"

Jack happily went back to scratching and stroking, his mind abuzz with what Bunny might teach him in the future, but within the next hour all of his worry and anxiety finally snowballed into an avalanche of fatigue, and the winter spirit found his own eyelids drooping shut as he fell into the sweet embrace of sleep. It wasn't long after that Tooth came back, accompanied by North to check on Bunny and fully expecting to have to fend off an anxious Jack, but both were pleasantly surprised at the sight that greeted them.

Jack sat on the floor, his torso and arms lying across the couch with one arms caught halfway in the motion of stroking one of Bunny's ears. Bunny was also sound asleep, his body curled up in a ball under the blanket. But the most adorable thing about the whole picture was the fact that Jack's head was resting against Bunny's and both were perfectly content to stay that way. Tooth covered her mouth as she fought the huge 'AW!' that wanted to burst from her lips as she ran a tender hand through Jack's hair. The boy shifted, a small sigh slipping from between his lips as he snuggled further against the Pooka until their noses were touching. One of Aster's ears twitched, and he too scooted closer to the comforting cold that was keeping the fever at bay, a sight which of course had Tooth and North looking at each other in amusement.

Sand flew into the room, took one look at the couch and then quickly flew back out only to return with a camera. Snapping a picture, he waited for the picture to slide out of the device, and then held it up triumphantly as all three saw the evidence that he had successfully managed to capture the moment. With a silent nod, the golden man handed the picture over to North, as the three of them snuck out of the room and headed to the large man's study. As they closed the door, Tooth flew in ecstatic circles as she sighed in rapture.

"That was just TOO adorable!" she cooed.

"Indeed" North chuckled "they are more brothers than they think, and I am happy that they have become so close."

Teeth gave a vigorous nod as she watched North reach up and pull out a book from off the bookshelf in his study. Her smile grew much softer as she realized what it was, and she unconsciously flew closer to look at the item. Since the beginning of last year since Jack had joined them, North had made a small agreement with the Sandman, that he would snap candid pictures of the guardians and hand them over to Father Christmas. Whenever Sandy did so, North would add them to the album, writing a small anecdote commemorating whatever it was that the picture spoke of. He intended to present it to his new family at Christmas this upcoming year now that it was full of memories, and he hoped to make it a tradition where each Christmas they would look back on their life over the last year and enjoy laughs over the different memories.

"Yes," North murmured a happy smile lighting his face "this picture will be a nice addition to our family picture album."

"Yeah" Tooth sighed happily "it will."

I know, I KNOW….I promised that one shot, and Pooka Jack next…but this idea hit me and if I didn't write it, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on any of the other chapters I'm writing for this fic at ALL.

So yes, REVIEW GUYS! We are at 223, and that is a pretty decent start from the last one!

FrostFan1, I'm working on your one shot, I promise!