Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardian's universe; I just love them a lot!

So I did it again, I had an idea that got stuck in my head! Naturally I felt bad for the poor thing, trapped in such a terrible place and I just had to let it out! Here is the first chapter for my newest brainchild, rather short but it was mostly an introduction. Let me know what you think!

Jack collapsed against the furry chest, panting heavily as the glow slowly faded from his body. He smiled as the familiar arms came up to wrap around him lightly as he lay on Aster's chest, rising and falling with the rabbits panting. "Two hundred years" Jack said in a joking tone.

"What do you mean?" Aster asked, still rather breathless.

"Two hundred years," Jack repeated, then continued "and I still can believe your stamina sometimes."

Aster laughed heartily at that "your no joke yourself frostbite" he said, nuzzling Jack's hair.

"Training my dear rabbit" Jack said with a wink. He settled himself down, his head lying against the broad chest of his husband. "I've missed you these last few days" Jack said quietly.

"I know sweetie, I'm sorry about that. Easter's only a week away and I'm swamped." Aster said, hugging Jack tighter then pushing him back slightly so he could look into those ice blue eyes "I promise though, as soon as Easter is over, and I've rested up, I'm all yours."

"I'll hold you to that." Jack said with a grin, pulling the rabbit in for a kiss.

Jack stirred, his mind slowly shaking the veil of sleep. Jack stretched, feeling the familiar pang when his arm met empty air on the rabbit's side of their bed. Aster must have gotten up early…again. Jack hated waking up alone, he couldn't really explain why, other then, after three hundred years of waking up alone it felt nice to wake up next to his husband, and he had gotten used to it. He wished that Easter was already over and he could have his Aster back. Jack sighed. He knew he was being silly, and more than a little selfish, but he couldn't help it. Jack had grown to dread late winter and early spring over the last couple centuries, the iron of that fact not lost on the winter spirit. Jack would always love winter, it was his season after all, but between his responsibilities and the approach of Easter, he didn't see his rabbit nearly as much as he would have liked. His favorite part of the year had actually become mid-April, right after Easter when Aster was resting after the holiday, last year the couple had spent four full days in their room, only leaving to get food and use the restroom, Jack grinned at the memory.

Sliding out of bed Jack walked over to their small wardrobe and pulled out a fresh hoodie, slipping it over his head he grabbed his pants, hopping into them as he left the room. He make his way to the bathroom, a smile spreading on his face when he saw the 'I love you!' scrawled across the mirror in soap. Still grinning Jack cleaned off the mirror, replacing Aster's message with one of his own. Continuing on he grabbed a quick breakfast and walked out into the warren. He didn't know what to do with himself today. He could go help Aster, but he knew he would just get in the way, and the faster his rabbit finished today the faster he would be free for some Jack time. Jack thought for a while, eventually deciding that he would go flying. It had been weeks since he'd had a real good fly and he suddenly wanted one really badly. With a look over towards the dye rivers where he knew Aster would be Jack lunched himself into the air, shooting up and away from the warren, quickly climbing into the upper reaches of the sky.

Jack loved the feeling of flying the utter freedom it gave him, nobody else around, the wind whipping his hair every which way, the cold clean air of the upper atmosphere, it gave Jack a rush like nothing else, well, almost nothing else, he amended to himself. He had been flying for hours, enjoying the embrace of the wind, too cold for most but just right to him. He flew for the pure joy of it, loving every aspect of it. As he crossed over the shape of the United States he decided it wasn't to late in the year for a little flurry. Descending down towards the north of the country he laughed he complete witlessness of his free-fall. Closing his eyes Jack began to summon his power forward, preparing to drop a little snow over the Midwest.

SMACK!

Jack collided with something midair, hard, his head spinning as he flailed through the air, falling wildly as he struggled to right himself. Blinking blearily he finally righted himself, slowing his decent significantly I the process. Looking around Jack searched for whatever the hell had hit him mid-flight. His eyes fell upon a small form bellow him, plummeting toward the ground. Jack dove without a second though, Dropping his arms to his sides and willing the wind for carry him faster. He had a lot of distance to make up and the ground was approaching fast, the figure below him coming more into focus as he grew closer. Finally Jack reached the figure and he eyes grew wide. He was staring at a teenager, no more than eighteen or nineteen. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of orange shorts and black tennis shoes, the wind wiping his red hair in every direction. Jack had to admit that he was very attractive, his body well-muscled, as though he spent most of his time active, though not actively working out.

Jack grabbed with teen, cradling his unconscious form in his arms as he pulled out of his dive a mere two hundred feet from the ground. Jack slowed himself as he skimmed across the ground, coming to a skipping stop in the middle of an empty field. Jack looked down as the teen in his arms just in time to see him blink his eyes open, the fiery orange of his irises showing as his eyes widened. He looked at Jack with a mixture of wonder and disbelief "Well I'll be a burning bush. Jack Frost."

There ya go, whatcha think? Had to do another little min cliffhanger, my last chapters just had WAY to much closure for my liking ;P

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