Author Note: Hi all, I want to apologize for the grammar and spelling mistakes throughout both stories. Usually I'm very good at editing however since I'm typing this directly to Fanfiction and not Word and working with string of thought I've sort of forgotten about it - yes I know there's a word check on it but still, I usually end each chapter when I have to go deal with something else and haven't been running the spell check. My bad. I will take time tonight to run through each chapter and fix mistakes. Right now I'm just trying to get this out of my head - the reason why I post so much at once.

For those who've asked for more fics I do plan on doing a short one on Jack's heat stroke when on the Bunny's vacation choice very brotherly and maybe a father/son one with Jack and North. I honestly see North taking Jack in.

Okay, let's wrap this one up.

Bunny wasn't quite sure what he expected after they got Jack home. All though the boy fought it, he did nap on the way home, leaning against Bunny like a big warm pillow, but since landing he shrugged off any attempt to get him to rest or pick out a new room. He just laughed and said he was tired or sleeping and would find something to do. Bunny took that as spreading chaos to the elves and yetis or playing in the snow. Jack did quite the opposite. He sat in the Globe Room and stared up at the Globe of Belief and the millions of tiny lights that were all his. Bunny and North watched him for awhile, assuring him that everything would be okay and searched for tell tale signs that he might lose control again. Nothing happened. When the others came back they had a feast - North had to throw a party for the safe return of Jack despite the kid's objections - he was only gone one day. North waved him off and set his yetis to work before retiring to his office with some important toy designs that he needed to get back to.

He didn't see the hurt in Jack's eyes nor Jack his, but Bunny did. There was an unspoken bond between to two. Jack was to shy to voice it and North was too afraid to push the subject so they went their own ways. North always buried himself in work when put in such a situation and Jack would find something to distract him. Bunny was having none of it. It was time to get things in the opening, but he could only do it with one at a time. He knew how North felt for Jack, he made it more than obvious when Jack was taken and said it enough but Jack didn't seem to understand the sentiment for what it truly meant.

Deciding it time to straighten Jack out a bit about their fellow Guardian he hoped to the window seat the boy claimed as his own. "Shove over, Frostbite," he said, indicating the side of the cushion Jack's feet were stretched out on.

Jack raised a questioning brow before pulling his knees closer and balancing his book against them. "You know there's a couch right there," he said, gesturing toward the sofa facing the fireplace where it was considerably warmer.

"Yeah, but yer here." Settling himself down, Bunny pulled his feet up and placed them next to Jack's hip, effectively pinning the smaller spirit next to the window he had frosted over. Jack's eyes narrowed as he glanced at them then stretched his own feet next to Bunny but kept enough of bend to continue whatever it was he was drawing. "May I?" he asked holding a hand out for the sketch book.

Jack looked up again, finished the line he was working on then handed it over.

Bunny glanced at the cover in mild surprise. "This isn't the one Ah gave ya."

A frown marred the boy's face and he rubbed one arm absently. "I guess the other one yet lost or destroyed in the explosion, I couldn't find it. Phil gave me that one."

"It happens, no biggy," Bunny said, turning the book back over to see what Jack was working on. A fond smile caused his whiskers to twitch. It was a sketch of North in profile as he spoke with Sandy. Sandy's form was just an outline, no details yet but North...well the boy had talent, that was for sure. It was full of detail, from the way his lips pursed to the twinkle in his eye, even the embroidery on his clothing.

Jack was absently chewing on his pencil as he watched Bunny and smiled when Bunny did as he gave the book back.

"Have you ever shown North your work?" Bunny asked as Jack took the pencil from between his teeth to add more detail. Just a shake of his head. "Frostbite...Jack, you should, he'd love to see your drawings."

Another shake of his head. "They're not very good."

"Are ya kidding? Mate, Ah should be putting you ta work on my googies this Easter. Keep ya too busy ta cause a blizzard."

Jack laughed but still shook his head.

"Any more problems with yer powers?" Bunny asked instead.

"No. Things seemed to have calmed down." He glanced at the globe and all the tiny lights. "I guess now that things have stabilized it's not hitting me anymore. I still feel it, like my chest just wants to tighten but I'm not floating for no reason or turning to ice. I sort of have control of it. I think." To prove his point he held up his hand. It was its normal pale then suddenly began to change to ice. It only travelled to his wrist and then was gone.

Bunny nodded in approval. "And the staff?"

"Not going off randomly," Jack assured.

"Good." The sat for several minutes in companionable silence, Bunny trying to gather his thoughts while Jack continued on his drawing. The amount of dedication he put into it only validated Bunny's thoughts. He stared at the image with a certain amount of love, like a child to a parent. "How much to you remember of your father, your real father?"

Jack raised a questioning brow.

"In your past life."

Jack set the book and pencil aside and gazed out the window. "Not much. I remember my sister and mother...sort of, but...I remember he was taller and worked hard to feed us but...there's only bits and pieces."

"Have you talked with Tooth?"

"No...finding out I saved my sister and died doing it was enough." He looked up at Bunny, his eyes wide. "Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it but...when I started having panic attacks whenever I hear ice cracking on a lake or trying to swim I thought it best not to delve in to the memories too much. If I need something I'll see Tooth but I know the basics and that's good enough. I had a family. I was loved. That's good enough."

Bunny placed a hand on his knee. "Ya have a family," he corrected. "You are loved. And you have someone how very much wants to be your father."

Jack stared at his knees. "I know North loves me and I do think of him as a father...but what if he doesn't want me one day. What if he thinks I'm more of a bother than I'm worth?"

"Ah can't promise he won't grow tired of yer antics, or think yer a royal pain, cause you are, but if you saw the rage he was in when Pitch took ya, the way he was willing to kill to protect ya, ya wouldn't ask that." He took Jack's hands and pulled him toward him as he sat up properly. He gave the boy a one arm squeeze.

"Really?" Jack asked in awe.

"He searched the entire planet, wore more weapons than Ah knew he could hide and still wear that coat of his and string together a line of curses that would've made any sailor proud. He loves you, Jack. We all do but with North...its different. Ah think its time ye both talked it over."

Jack sat forward. "You sure about this?"

Bunny shrugged. "That or Ah can let Pitch take ya again and have North prove it."

"Not necessary. I..I'll go talk to him." He slipped his book under his arm, grabbed his staff and headed for the lift. He paused a moment. "Are you staying after the feast?"

Bunny shrugged. "Ah s'pose. Someone needs ta keep an eye on ya until we know ya've settle inta yer powers and make sure Pitch doesn't try being helpful by giving ya more."

Jack grinned. "See you a dinner."

Twice Jack considered turning back or taking off to the nearest exit and playing out in the snow. He wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject to North. He'd been living in Santoff Claussen for over almost five years. It had taken some coaxing from North and Bunny and the yetis throwing him in the sack for a second time before he gave in and agreed. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted a home or family he was just scared of screwing it all up. Now he was afraid he was doing it again or worse, taking North for granted.

Leaning his forehead against the huge wooden door of North's office he sighed. He loved North, he was the best father any kid could ask for but he had never told North that. Sure they joked around and played pranks on the yetis or Bunny from time to time, or cozied up in the library reading until Jack had - on more than one occasion - fallen asleep against North and the older man carried him to bed. North had taught him how to steer the reindeer, fix the sleigh, design toys. All the things fathers do, sort of, and Jack always thanked him but had he ever told North just how much he meant to him? That he was the closest thing Jack could recall to a father. That he thought of his as his father?

Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door before inching it open and peering around it. "North?" he called.

The large man was sitting at his desk, rolling a small race car back and forth, obviously to distracted to notice him.

"North?" he tried louder.

This time the Guardian of Wonder looked up. His expression went from forlorn to happy in a heartbeat. "Jack! Come in, come in. How may I help you."

Jack smiled shyly, closing the door behind him. He leaned his staff against the wall then walked over to him. "I was worried you were upset," he said meekly.

"Me? why would I be upset? It is you who had bad day," North questioned as he stood.

"You did too. You had to search you me."

"I wouldn't have been so frantic if you were not so important to me."

Jack raised a brow at that.

North sighed. "Jack, I care about you."

Jack nodded. "I care about you, too" It wasn't exactly what it wanted to say but it seemed North was going to be difficult.

"What's this?" North asked, taking the book out from under Jack's arm. He flipped it open, finding the first image in the otherwise new book. His brows rose almost to his hairline. "This is good."

"You really think so?"

North gave a nod. "I would ask for father son one but we need someone to do work." He froze, his eyes wide as he stared at Jack. He promptly closed the book and handed it back. "I say nothing. My apologies."

Jack took it back but he was grinning mischievously. "I'm sure if I hassle the kangaroo enough he'd do but I'm not good at sitting still for long periods of time. He might need a camera for assistance."

The funniest face North ever pulled was in that moment. He looked like a fish out of water, gaping for the correct words. Jack just laughed and wrapped his arms around the large man's middle and pressed his head against North's chest. "So can I still call you North or do I have to start calling you Dad?"

His large belly rumbled with laughter as North wrapped his arms around Jack's much smaller frame. "Whatever you wish, son. Whatever you wish."

. . .

Deep in the depths of the underground lair Pitch sat back in his throne, defeated and angry as he skimmed through the sketch book he'd taken from Jack's room. The boy showed talent. The things they could have created together had they just had a little more time. He frowned as he came across an image of North. With a snarl he ripped out and crushed it.

"On day, North," he vowed. "One day I'll destroy you and the Guardians and Frost's true potential will be unleashed."

I know, I know, another cliffhanger of an ending but hey, I like them. It gives me a possible starting point if I do a follow-up fic or not or if someone wants to continue it from here in their own fic. If you're wondering about Jack's diamond ice form I took it from a cool image I found online where he seemed to be half ice half normal plus I love X-men, namely Iceman and Emma Frost - mainly Emma because well Frost, how can you not use her diamond form and extend it to Jack Frost. It's supposed to be indestructible, like diamond hard so I could see Pitch having a hell of a time up against that. I also liked the idea of making him extremely powerful the more believers he got, sort of doing the opposite of the film since he had none to begin with but was pretty strong to begin with, shoot him a few million with no time to adapt, yeah all hell can break loose. Oh well, laterz :)