The confrontation between the Hunter and the Big Bad(?) Bunny is almost near...but until then, we will have another breather bonding moment between Bunny and Jack (along with the soon-to-be-named Fox) to enjoy.

I got nothing else to say but enjoy :)

Blue Hood and Bunny Ears chapter 8

Jack didn't know if this day couldn't get weirder than this.

Not only he crosses paths with the so called forest monster but he also has a conversation with him while taking care of an injured fox...

And he yet here he is, along with the little guy, at the back door, acting like they are just dropping by. Does he have a nickel every time he came across something weird? The little fox gave a cheerful yip and happily walked towards Jack, getting up on his hind legs and reaching out to him. The white haired teen smiled at the fox's cute display and picked him up.

"It's nice to see you too, but I wasn't expecting to see you both so soon." Jack said and looked to Bunny for an explanation.

Bunny chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Well...it's kinda complicated..." he admitted. "Ya don't mind if I could come in?"

Jack smiled as he opened the door wider. "As long as you wipe your feet first." he replied teasingly.

The Pooka smiled as he entered the house, not before taking Jack's jest a bit seriously. He took a moment to look around the interior of the Old Man's workhouse. It seemed bigger on the inside than he thought, given to the years since he had seen its construction over the years. There are some workspaces here and there with a mishmash of toys and some art supplies and working tools.

Jack sat the little fox down and grabbed a bowl from cabinet then took out a jug of milk and poured it into the bowl. After setting it down the fox gave a yip of gratitude before lapping up the sweet drink. Jack gave a smile before turning to Bunny.

"So, why are you here?" Jack asked.

Bunny sighed softly, well, sooner than later.

"Well, let's just say a certain hunter that I don't like is out to get me," he admitted. "Never gotten his name but he always smell of something foul like those ale they kept on drinking."

Jack was confused for a moment before he realized that he was talking about beer and also that one drunk that he had seen in the morning.

"Wait, Nash?" he questioned.

"Yeah, 'im. He was goin' on about looking for me. And I can't endanger the animals of the woods by staying around there where he's liable to attack one of the other critters to try and get me."

That explains a lot…now for the next question.

"So that's why you came here? For protection?" Jack asked.

"In a way…" Bunny spoke, shrugging a bit. "I just need to duck out here for the times when it seems like he's onto me. I'm hopin' that folks will just assume he's crazy and that he'll be sent some place far from here."

Jack let out a small laugh. "Probably...this one old geezer even thinks that he was going too far," he said. "And I have to admit, before I met you, I thought it was just another one of his drunken rants."

Then he realized something and lightly smacks himself in the head.

"And look at me, talking to you when you just got here...would you like something? We got water, juice, tea, coffee, and milk."

Bunny smiled softly when the boy was offering him refreshments. Normally when someone found creature like him at the backdoor, that person would scream and grab a nearest object to use as a weapon. But Jack...he's something else.

"Coffee is fine." Bunny spoke up, making the younger stared at him in surprise. He smiled in understanding. "I tried some of it when this place is founded, I do know what it is."

"Okay then, so how many sugars and how much cream?" Jack asked.

"Ten tablespoons of cream and fifty eight sugars," The way Bunny had said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Jack paused in reaching for the sugar from the pantry and turned to face the rabbit questioningly. "Really..."

Jack stared at him for a moment, one minute to be exact, before finally finding his voice. "Huh, and here I thought my grandpa has a sweet tooth." As soon as he made that comment, he placed the sugar down before making his way for the creamer in the fridge. After calculating the amount of cream and coffee ratio in his head, Jack figured that he should settle for either taller or bigger mug.

As he done so, Bunny made himself by leaning against the counter island as the Fox laps up the milk with gusto. He watched Jack while the latter work on his coffee before preparing his own. Bunny couldn't help but notice the white strands of Jack's hair, briefly wondering if they are soft as they looked. His nose might be more sensitive than usual, but he could have sworn that he picked up a scent of lavender.

"Here's your coffee, Bunny," he heard Jack spoke up, breaking his train of thought. "I hope it's according to your taste, I had to estimate in my head."

The Pooka smiled as he gratefully took the mug from him. "Thanks, Mate…" he spoke before taking a small sip. It seemed to be according to his taste, not to mention that the coffee had that freshly brewed smell along with the sweetness of the creamer.

"Delicious," that was all he could say. "You even got the amount of cream right."

Jack looked up and gave him a smile. "Is that so? I'm glad." Then he took a sip of his own coffee.

Bunny swirled his own mug a bit, enjoying the moment between them. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the Fox finished up lapping up all of the milk from the bowl, licking the porcelain clean. The Fox then sit upright and stared up at Jack, who then noticed him pleading with large brown eyes. He even let out a soft whine as he pawed about the bowl, as if asking "more milk please"?

He almost had the urge to roll his eyes at that pathetic attempt if it weren't for the fact that he's in Jack's presence.

Jack seemed to have bought it as he smiled and placed his own mug down.

"Alright, ya little furball, one more and that's it," he chuckled, making his way to the fridge once more to take out the jug of milk.

Bunny let out a chuckle of his own as he rest his chin upon his paw. "I think yer spoilin' that lil fox…"

"You know, I didn't realize it until now but we should give this little guy a name." Jack said as he poured a bowl of milk.

"Don't name the thing. Names are only for when they're meant to be loved." It was a rather smart remark as Bunny sipped more of his coffee while the fox stuck his tongue out at him in retaliation, letting out a few yips for a good measure. The Pooka felt one of his brows twitch as he firmly placed his mug down upon the counter, making sure that he didn't break the porcelain mug as he glared at the fox.

"Yeah, ya heard me, Foxy. What of it?"

"Don't be mean," Jack reprimanded him as he knelt before the Fox. Bunny could have sworn that damned orange creature smirked at him. "Now let's see…what to call you?" That look alone on the vulpine's face practically screams, "Yeeeeah, don't be mean!" in a very condescending way.

Just when Bunny was about to say something, Jack's voice interrupted him. "Hmm, how about we call you…Todd? It's short, sweet, and it actually meant fox." Then he grinned cheekily. "That and you vaguely remind me of that one fox from a Disney film back when I was a kid."

The fox, now named Todd, seemed to mentally consider the idea and gave a nod then rubbed up against Jack's leg like a cat, even letting out a purr.

"I think we have a winner." Jack said with a smile as he stroked the triangular shaped ear.

"To be a name for a fox makes it a loser." Bunny mumbled, but Todd heard him and sneaked over towards his tail and gave a little bite.

The Pooka let out a yelp and shot the fox a hard glare, while the latter innocently licked his paw. That fact alone was enough proof that he was guilty.

"Why you little..."

"Don't start fighting in my grandpa's shop," Jack told him sternly as he poured in a decent amount of milk. "Besides, we got some fragile goods here." He then thumbed over to the products upon the tables, ranging from toys to souvenir gift items.

Bunny growled and glared at Todd who smirked in victory, as if to say "Check and mate".

"So, guys…want the tour of Santa's Workshop?"

"Come on…come on…ya better at least leave me some tracks!"

Another grumble escaped from his lips as Nash furiously searched around the ground while at the same time trying to balance his weaponry over his shoulder. He was forced on his hands and knees in order inspect any source of tracks that damned monster could've left. And when he does, he would track that beast down and shoot it between its eyes.

And then he'll show the town that he wasn't crazy…in fact, he will be celebrated as a town hero…

He'll be famous…he'll be rich!

He'll get his own tv show!

"OW! DAMMIT!"

Nash let out a curse when he placed his hand upon a rather sharp pine cone. Letting out a snarl, he reached for the pine cone and threw it as hard as he could, feeling more irritated by the minute. It was almost as if the beast was taunting him even when it wasn't here.

The forest was the beast's domain…meaning he could be anywhere.

God he hated nature…

"This is where the prototypes were stored here."

Jack smiled as he opened the door wide enough for Bunny and Todd to take a good peek inside. The Pooka and the fox are amazed at the hand-craftsmanship of the work that was placed upon antique looking shelves. Each design is different from the last, ranging from dolls and toy animals. There are even plush toys that are preserved in what seemed like plastic in order to be protected from dust.

"Whoa…" was all that Bunny could say as he looked around as he walked further in.

Todd trotted over after him, taking note of some of those wonderful crafted things that were in the likeness of his kind. Bunny gently picked up a small hedgehog figurine, amazed at how much detail it was placed down to the smallest feature.

"I know right?" he heard Jack spoke up, looking over to see the younger boy leaning against the door frame. "This is one of the reasons why I love my Grandpa's work. He called this place a world of endless wonder…" then his smile grew wider as he take a good look around of the room. "He's also the first man to coin that phrase before Warehouse 13."

Bunny stared at him in confusion, cocking his head to the side. "Uh, this might sound like a stupid question, but what's this about thirteen warehouses?"

There was a moment of silence before suddenly Jack held back a chortle while Todd let out his own brand of laughing, making the Pooka even more confused.

"What?"

"Maybe I could tell you sometime…" Jack took a deep breath and exhaled before wiping away a tear from the result of his restrained laughing. "So, how about we continue the tour?"

Todd is not only a shoutout to the Disney version of the Fox and the Hound but also the old English word for fox, and also an alternate term to describe a male fox other than reynard or dog.

And also, shoutout to Warehouse 13...despite even though it was only 5 seasons long...it was still a fun ride to witness the world of endless wonder. We will always remember you.