Please don't laugh at me, I'm doing my best.

Bunnymund walked silently. His massive feet barley made a sound as the crunched over twigs. He winced every time a pine needle lodged in his sensitive pads.

"Seriously" He thought to himself. He didn't know how jack did it, running around barefoot. At least he had his thick fur to protect him. Jack somehow ran around in nothing but ragged pants and a hoodie. Which brought up the point of why Jack even needed a hoodie in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be Immune to cold or something like that? Or was it the other way, he always felt cold. Bunnymund shook his head confused.

His face darkened considerably when he thought about jack. The last time he had seen him jack, the carefree kid was acting normally. The dorky smile was on his face, his eyes wide with what some might call innocence. He seemed to be the only one out of all the guardians who could maintain his childlike innocence. The same innocence the others had long lost. The same Innocence they were all fighting for.

Even with his act on Bunnymund could tell Jack housed a lot more than childish intentions. He seemed to be constantly fighting against a dark force from his past. Like he carried a huge weight on his shoulders. However Bunnymund seemed to be the only one who could see that.

So when a worried North told the guardians to go check on Jack, Bunnymund volunteered. Despite the others shocked reactions Bunnymund did have a perfectly good reason, he just didn't feel like sharing. It sounded absurd even to him, but sometimes he felt the desperate need to look after Jack. That of course didn't mean Jack's childish pranks didn't annoy the tail off him. But at the same time there was a small part of him that was envious that Jack could act so carefree and outgoing, He could make friends easier than all of them combined. As far as playing with the kids went there was not contest.

At the same time Jack was always alone. It was better now that kids were beginning to be able to see him. And that he was beloved by the guardians. But that couldn't erase the 300 years he had spent alone. Since Kids couldn't see him the other Immortals pushed him away. He was an outsider even to his own kind.

Bunnymund had only once felt what it was liked to not be believed in by anyone. It was one of the worst moments of his life, and he only had to live with it for a day. Poor Jack had to live with it for hundreds of years. Even now Jack subconsciously distanced himself from the others. Bunny wished the frost head could just open his eyes and see that he was trying to reach out in his own way.

Bunny sighed as he slowly began to understand what it was like to be Jack Frost.

Without any warning his nose twitched and his ears perked up. Being pulled violently out of his thought, his instincts told him something was very amiss. Picking his pace up into a hopping sprint He raced through the forest.

This went on for a few minutes; his only companion was his labored breathing. Finally his pace slowed when he came to the opening of a clearing. It was winter right now and the landscape reflected it. The trees where all lined with a thick snow dusting. The ground was covered in a perfect cotton blanket of white. The Lake was nearly glazed over with newly frozen ice. It appeared to be extremely thick in some parts while increasingly thin the middle.

Bunnymund tried to convince himself he was being paranoid. He forced his tense shoulders down with a slouch. Just because Jack had missed an important meeting today didn't mean he was dying in the middle of the woods. He couldn't get into that much trouble in one and a half days could he?

Bunnymund shook his head clearing the thought swirling around in his mind. Sure Jack was pretty good at coming to the meetings, but that didn't mean he couldn't of gotten angry and skipped one. Well Jack didn't get angry for very long, he just sort of pouted for a while before moving on.

Bunnymund and Phil secretly decide that the Peter Pan story had to be created from Jack. Staying a child forever, never growing up. How he loved to play tricks and play with children. But that didn't mean he wasn't responsible when he had to be. The more Bunny thought about it the more frantic he became.

Once again forcing his shoulders down, he pushed the unpleasant thoughts out of his mind, instead filling his brain with the beautiful image before him. His curiosity got the better of him and he walked over to the frozen lake. Testing the Ice with his paw first he shifted his entire weight to the Lake. Even if he jumped around with all his weight the ice wouldn't have cracked. It was especially thick near the shore, but that didn't stop him from being cautious. The water did not look inviting.

Slowly he crept to the center of the lake. The ice creaked under his fluffy feet but didn't protest further. He knew he shouldn't go where the ice was thinnest, but his feet had other plans.

At first he was relatively surprised when he was at the center. It looked like it had been broken and refrozen recently. He was even more surprised when he saw that the ice was thin enough to peer into the depth of the lake. Slowly going to his fuzzy knees he looked down into the lake.

The first thing he noticed made his eyes widen in dread and a short gas escape his mouth. Trapped under the ice was a thin stick. Curved at the end and delicate, completely frozen between the water and ice.

That's when he stopped thinking logically. The first thought that crossed his mind after several seconds was 'Oh no, Jack lost his stick, he is going to be annoyingly sad.'

Without missing another beat he jumped back. Simultaneously drawing an Easter grenade and chucking it with all his might at the cracked ice. He covered his head, protecting his sensitive ears from the crystal shards. Hopping back over to the edge of the ice he fished the stick out, wincing as his finger felt the frigid water.

The stick felt light in his arms. It reminded him of Jack actually. Thin, frail and amazingly light, but it was also amazingly strong. He smiled as he fondly thought of Jack. Then his mind reconnected with his body.

The horrid signals slamming into his nerves, delivering thought after thought like a flow chart

"Jack would never leave his stick. So how did it end up in the lake? Unless. No, it couldn't be."

Making up his mind on a snap decision Bunnymund dove into the open hole.

The shock flew through his body like shards of glass stabbing him. He was surrounded by darkness and coldness. Like Jack and itch had a field day together. Forcing himself to concentrate he dove deeper, trying to remember how his limbs worked. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of proving himself wrong. As strange was it was Bunnymund would give almost anything to discover he dove in this freezing Lake for nothing.

Unfortunately that was not the case. One empty second later and his paws brushed fabric. His heart sank to the bottom as he desperately tried to pull the mass upwards. But it was to no avail. The freezing temperature had sucked his breath away ad there was little he could do when he couldn't focus on anything but how dizzy he was. Reluctantly he stopped fighting the current and let it propel his towards the surface.

Color suddenly seeped back into the world as Bunnymunds head cleared the surface. He gasped air in like a beached fish before plunging back in without a second thought.

It was much easier to find Jack again now that he knew where he was. Finally getting his limbs to obey him, he once again found the fabric. Bunnymund tugged upward on the fabric with all his might but nothing happened. He grew frantic as he felt himself once again lust for air.

So he tried something new. Feeling his way down the thin frame he managed to cradle the form in his arms. So when he once again tugged up he felt a lurch as the form came free drifting up. As he broke the surface this time Bunnymund didn't pay attention to the vibrant colors. Instead he focused solely on the content in his arms.

His worst suspicions were confirmed as he recognized the icy hair and pale skin. Without wasting another second glance he rolled jack on the ice as gently as he could. Before heaving himself out of the frozen water. Bunnymund slid his arms around jack's chest, pulling him off the dangerous lake. His energy was sapped too much to do anything else right now but his would do.

He rested Jacks still form against a tree trunk. Upon inspection he realized things were worse than he could have imagined. Not only was jack a Popsicle freezer, but he was mortally wounded. Purple bruises and abrasions lined his skin. It looked like he had gotten stabbed in various places around his body. Immortals couldn't live through everything. Not wanting to investigate further Bunnymund turned his attention to the pale wrist. He desperately wanted to check for a pulse but he just couldn't do it.

Instead he gently slapped Jacks pale face. Panic fully blossomed in his chest as he began to fear the worst as he got no response. Raising his hand he slapped feverishly every time getting gradually harder. He winced as one of his slaps echoed throughout the clearing, and he stopped guiltily.

Looking down just in time to see two brilliant blue eyes meet his own.

At that moment he could have kissed Jack, if it wouldn't be considered as extremely controversial.

"Jack, you with me?" He asked his voice soft.

He waited a moment as Jacks magnificent blue eyes glanced up at him, scanning Bunnymund. He seemed to be miles away at that moment, not really processing anything.

Bunnymund waited, holding his breath as Jack finally glance him a small reassuring smile, sensing the bunnies unease. His blue eyes beginning to slid closed once again.

"Stay with me mate." He said his voice holding all his confidence he had left.

The only response he got was Jacks eyes closing as he once again became still.

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