So this is an idea I've been kicking around for awhile, but I'm just not sure if anyone would really be interested in it! So I typed up this prologue so I could get some feedback! So please take the time to review after you read to let me know if I should or should not add to this!

The idea and bits and a few small, tiny pieces of this story are inspired by Luki Dimension's "Jackrabbit". If you like Pooka!Jack stories, go read it! It's got tons of brotherly friendship stuff, and is perfect for those of us who prefer family fluff instead of pairings!

So...Yup! Disclaimer's on my prof.! And as I said, please review to let me know if I should or shouldn't continue this!

Thanks!


Jack knew he was different. He knew it from the moment that the moon had coaxed him from the lake and gently set him upon the solid ice that covered the water. He knew it when he'd looked down at himself in confusion and wonder, finding himself not of soft, pink flesh, but rather covered in soft, white fur.

He wasn't Human. How he knew what a Human was and what one looked like, he wasn't sure, but he knew he wasn't one himself. He looked like a giant rabbit (again, he wasn't sure how he knew that, he just did).

He'd known he was different when he found his staff, and the strange chain gingerly wrapped about its crook. The small metal links were light, and from it hung a simple pendant that was the shape of a crescent moon and no bigger than his thumb.

Jack had knew he was different when he carefully unwound the chain, hung it around his neck around his neck, and his body changed into a Human's form. Someone...The moon? Was ashamed of his differences and so they given him this to hide what he was...

And so Jack, too, had been embarrassed and ashamed of what he was, and always kept the pendant about his neck. For three hundred years he kept it on, the pendant hidden first beneath a cloak, then beneath a blue hoodie. And slowly, the embarrassment had faded away, and he'd learned how to keep his more...undesirable instincts at bay, like the occasional need to groom himself, or to try and get that nagging itch he just couldn't reach.

And he liked his Human form. Sure, it wasn't who he really was, but he felt he looked nice enough: his hair was white, like his fur, and his eyes stayed the same bright blue, but were set in a small, pale, unfurry face. And that suited him just fine.

Whenever he bumped into another spirit, Jack's belief that his pendant was necessary became that much stronger. He was already an outcast, even among immortals, and if they knew just how different he really was then it would only make things worse.

But then he'd heard of the Easter Bunny: E. Aster Bunnymund. And he wondered, could it really be true? Could there be another like him? Maybe he wasn't so different? That idea had lifted his heart and he'd felt such hope. He vowed to find a way to meet Aster, no matter what.

It had meant to be just a small flurry, really, it was! But...Jack was young, and his powers were so strong that even after so much time to practice, he still had bouts of loss of control. He'd cause a blizzard, and all the kids had to stay inside instead of going hunting for eggs.

As if he hadn't already felt horrible enough ruining the childrens' fun, then the spirit he had been hoping to meet came along.

And he wasn't happy.

At first, Jack had been so elated to see someone just like him that he forgot about the blizzard he had caused. He'd reached for his pendant, ready to pull it off and reveal himself to the first person who was the same as him-

And then the large, anthropomorphic rabbit had yelled at him, showing so much anger that Jack was truly scared.

"Wha's bloody wrong with ya?! Ruinin' Easter- this ain' even yer season! Go mess up somethin' else, not my holiday ya bloody-!"

Jack didn't even stay to hear what else the older spirit had to say. The Wind- good, old, faithful Wind, quickly swept him away, lifting him high into the air, to where it was safe...

Jack could still hear Aster yelling, and despite being unable to make out the Guardian's words, he still couldn't help but let a few tears fall.

For awhile, Jack tried to avoid any more confrontation with any other spirits. He'd just play the occasional prank, but otherwise was simply a drifter, a nomad of sorts. He focused on bringing snow days and keeping snow storms under control, and he never, ever removed the pendant from his neck.

If he were to do that, he'd feel nothing but outright shame.

But then...Things had changed. Well, not everything, like his staff, his pendant never left his person, but in the year 2012, Pitch Black, the Boogieman, had tried to start a second Dark age.

And the Guardians had picked him- him! Jack freakin' Frost! To become a Guardian!

At first, he'd thought it a cruel joke, especially with how Bunny regarded him with such distaste, there was no way that they could be serious!

But they had been. The road had been bumpy (and in the Warren, Jack had yet again almost shown Bunny who he was, what he was, but he'd just barely managed to resist temptation), yet in the end he'd been inducted into the Guardian's fold, and for once, Jack felt almost completely at peace with himself and what he was...

Not that he ever let the other's know. He might feel more at ease with himself, but that was a big step- too big a step, for him to take.

In the end, it wasn't so much a step as it was fate deciding to shove him and his secret into the light.

Jack had always known he was different. He just hadn't known what a Pooka was, let alone that he was one.