* By the way, I reposted/rewrote my chapter story "Reapers Realm". It is a semi-sequel to these one-shots. It will involve Jamie using his powers, it will involve the bond between Jack and Jamie, and Bunny and Sophie. Fair winning, it'll be slightly darker than these one-shots.

Requested by: quite a few of you, actually.

Easter Sunday

Jamie put the heel of his palms against his forehead in pure exasperation.

As much as he wanted to throw in a little jesting, the feel of the child's irritation irked Jack just the same. Not only was it his instincts to console his bond, but his center, as a Guardian, didn't allow for anything but joy and – of course – fun.

Jack bent down, plucking a thin stone from the dark green grass next to the egg-dying stream. "You kind of have to flick your wrist," the winter spirit said. For emphasis, he made a quick snapping motion with his hand, sending the rock several skips up the brook. Jack handed the kid another stone.

Reluctantly, Jamie took it. Drawing back his arm, the little boy copied his friend's motion. It flew over the grass directly to the streams, and as it made a smooth path to skim across the water, the stone tumbled in the air and produced a deep kerplunk in the water. Jamie sighed, scrunching his nose. The child aggravatingly flicked something from his eyebrows.

It was Easter Sunday and the craziness of yesterday's preparation had finally died down. A few, unpainted, stray eggs teetered here and there, Sophie's ever happy squeals could be heard around the bend, and the rivers were washing the last of its dyes downstream. But most importantly, with the coming of spring weather, the Warren had become warmer. At least it felt that way to Jamie. Though his body seemed to refuse to age, his powers were becoming prominent more and more with each day. In fact, that very Easter it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Jack and Bunny both conceded to no snow on Easter. He could make it snow before and after, but not during, not ever again. Bunny wanted his holiday to be lush and warm, not freezing cold and snowy. Jamie and his friends hardly minded this and continued with their egg hunt, Jack Frost padding along with them. The temperature slowly rose, making Jack decrease his core temperature; it was no biggie, for him.

However, halfway into the hunt a voice prodded at the back of his mind. Jamie's thoughts. Bringing forward a dramatic gust of air, Jack nimbly landed next to the little boy who was slouched over, sweat pouring from his unusually paled face. In a fit of protective panic, the spirit scooped up the lethargic boy and commanded a snow globe to take them to North's, leaving a gaggle of confused friends behind.

Jamie tried to throw a stone again, but no dice. Jack knelt next to him and smoothly wiped his hand across the little kid's forehead, covering his palm with a layer of sweat. Even with the looming shade of a tree, Jack didn't like it. With the warmth of the Warren, and his ebbing patience with the stone, Jamie couldn't get a hold of his usual, chipper optimism. The mix of unnatural emotions radiating from the kid smothered Jack, berating him for not doing his job right.

"Hey," Jack got the kid's attention. The winter spirit took a rock he'd stored in his pocket and clenched it in his fist. After a moment, he tossed the rock, which Jamie clumsily caught. Smiling thinly, Jamie studied the detailed frost patterns that covered the stone. "Try this again," Jack coaxed.

Jamie nodded, more enthusiastic now, and pressed a littler rock into his small fist. This was one of Jack's first lessons in magic. It wasn't anything flashy or extravagant, but this simple practice left Jamie completely breathless at first, even bringing him out of consciousness the first few rounds.

Jamie closed his eyes, breathing and focusing. He could feel an icy chill sliding around in his veins. He sighed, the cold was welcomed. Jamie pushed his element further, brushing away all thoughts and emotion until all he could feel was a very light, almost joyful thump in his chest. Just like Jack had taught him. Breathing, focusing, breathing, and-

A blinding light flashed between Jamie's fingertips, the force of the magic making him drop the stone and fall on his backside. Trying to reclaim air that rushed from his lungs, Jamie watched as his Guardian picked up the rock and held it for both of them to see. A grin morphed onto Jamie's face, giggling at the sight of the iced stone. Jamie was never able to completely wrap it in frost, but as Jack turned the stone repeatedly, he saw that all sides were covered.

With a new surge of confidence, Jamie stood, brushed grass and dirt from his cloak, and took the stone from Jack's fingers. He stood by the bank, positioned his hand, and flicked his wrist. His heart immediately dropped, along with the rock that instantly sunk to the bottom of the river.

Jack was about to muster words of encouragement until Jamie cut in. "I'm never going to get it right," Jamie's thoughts rattled uncomfortably in Jack's head, making him wince.

Jack looked between the river and Jamie's downcast gaze, trying to think of something. Jamie was flicking his hand correctly. Maybe he just wasn't getting the right amount of speed behind it, or perhaps he was picking the wrong stones. Maybe if…A wide smile crossed Jack's features.

"Hmm," Jack mused, twirling his staff and inspecting the water as he walked toward the kid. "That was good I guess," he shrugged. "But I can do better."

"Huh?"

"The thing is," Jack said studiously. "Your stone was just a bit too big. Smaller stone equals bigger splash." Jack took another rock from his pocket and chucked it into the stream, a tall plume of water spouting briefly above the surface. "Just like that," Jack wiped his hands, readying a second, bigger rock.

"Jack," Jamie shook his head. "What're you-"

"But if you were aiming for a louder splash rather than just a big splash, then you may want a bigger stone." Jack threw a rock about the size of his fist and tossed into the water. It produced a noisy gulp of water when it hit the surface

He handed a rock to Jamie. "I thought we were having a splashing contest," Jack explained with a large grin. "I hear skipping contests are just so overrated these days." Jack winked.

Jamie's confusion disappeared as his usual wide smile came to life. He snatched the rock and flicked it straight up to land back in his palm.

"I bet I'll beat you," Jamie grinned, his unspoken words now a gentle hum in Jack's head.

"Oh, really," Jack teased, playfully nudging the younger kid's shoulder. "I'd like to see you try."

* Even with the chapter story I'm writing (both "Reapers Realm" and an original work) I'll still be continuing these one-shots. Any requests that you guys have I will happily take.