I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't good. Sandy had even tried to wake Jack and been thrown across the room by some sort of backlash, he had difficulty explaining exactly what had happened, the others unable to grasp what he was trying to convey with his pictures. The other guardians were talking; discussing what to do about this latest threat from Pitch, but Aster wasn't paying them any attention, his thoughts were focused on spirit lying on the bed next to him.
It wasn't until the third or fourth time North said Aster's name that he actually realized it. Slowly he turned his head to face the others.
"What do you think we should do about Pitch? You were the one he attacked; do you think he will be coming after rest of us?" North asked once he had Aster's attention.
"What do I think? I think we should track down Pitch, take one of these daggers from him, and stab him through his shriveled black heart." Aster said in a flat tone, turning his head back to the unconscious Jack, keeping one ear turned towards his fellow guardians now.
"It does not make sense," North as saying "We are immortals, we do not get hurt, not severally anyway, we do not get sick, we certainly do not die. The worst that could happen would be fading from the minds of the world, ending up like Pitch, who is very much alive."
"Unfortunately." Aster muttered under his breath.
"Well, by the rules we don't fall in love either. If there are exceptions to that rule then maybe there are exceptions to the other rules as well." Tooth said, more as an afterthought than anything else. She glanced at Aster as she did so, and the glare he shot at he caused her to flinch and step back, as though he had struck her.
Aster turned away from them again, turning his ears away as well, working to tune out their conversation. He didn't want to think about the implications of Tooth's words. She was right though, Spirits like themselves weren't supposed to fall in love, at least not with another person. They all loved the children they brought joy, wonder and hope to, but that was different. Yet someone how he and Jack had fallen in love. By some circumstance of chance, they had found something in the other that they liked, and it had grown into the most important thing in Aster's life.
Things played out in that manner for some time, the guardians trying to come up with a plan to deal with Pitch, Aster ignoring them, lost in his own thoughts as he stared into the face of the person he loved more than anything in the world. They were interrupted once again by a knock at the door.
"Come in" North said, not wanting to rise from his seat across the room. A Yeti entered the room, making several grunting noises in the general direction of North, who immediately jumped up "Thank you Phil" He said, as he turned to the other guardians. "Manny is saying something." He said, turning to walk out of the room, Sandy and Tooth at his heals.
Aster hesitated for a moment, torn between not wanting to leave Jack's side and wanting to see what the Man in the Moon had to say about the situation. Finally he decided that he needed to see if Manny had anything to say about Jack. Leaning down, he kissed Jack's forehead he whispered "Don't worry, I'll be right back," and hurried after the others.
Standing at North's control station, with the large lighted globe spinning slowly in the center of the room, he and the other guardian's waiting to hear what Manny had to say sent Aster back over a century, to the day the moon spirit had named Jack a guardian.
"It's been a long time Manny" boomed North as they gathered around the shaft of moonlight filtering through the skylight. The beam grew bright in response. "So what do you have to say to us?" North said.
The Bean of light shimmered, a shadow falling across it, casting the shape of a dagger across the floor.
"Thanks Manny, but you're a wee bit late. We know about Pitch's new weapons." Aster said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
"Do you have a way to counter this new threat?" North asked
The moonbeam shifted angles, coming to rest on Sandy. The small gold clad guardian's eyes drifted shut as the moon's light reflected off the small sparkles of sand in is clothing, making him literally shimmer in the moonlight. After several moments the moonlight dimmed back to its normal glow and Sandy opened his eyes wide with excitement. He immediately brought a small ball of sand into being above his palm, closing his hands together around it like he was trying to crush it. After a few long moments Sandy opened his palms to reveal a glinting gold star, solid as stone, sitting on his palm. Running over to a nearby desk he found a string and tied star to it, creating a necklace.
"Sandy, what are you doing?" North asked as the little man ran to him and placed the necklace over his head, lifting himself up on a cloud of sand in order to reach North's head. Several images flashed above Sandy's head, but they flashed by to quickly for Aster to see them from where he was standing. "So this will protect us from these daggers?" North asked
Sandy nodded vigorously and clapped his hands happily.
Walking over, Aster grabbed the guardian of dreams by the shoulder and turned him around gently "Did he say anything about how to help Jack?"
Sandy's expression fell, his mouth dropping to a frown and his eyes growing sad. Slowly he shook his head from side to side. Aster tried and failed to keep the disappointment off his face at Sandy's response. "Well, we'll just have to-" Aster began, but stopped, stiffening. He swiveled his ears towards the hospital ward, picking up the sound of labored, gasping breaths.
"Bunnymund, what is-" was all Tooth was able to get out before Aster was sprinting full speed to Jack's bed, jumping over elves blocking his way. He arrived at Jack's bedside to find the winter spirit gasping for breath, his eyes wide open and darting around the room. They stopped when they found Aster's, the bright, ice blue irises shining as they gazed into Aster's green ones.
"It's alright," Aster said, knowing how meaningless the words were, standing there helplessly beside Jack "You're goanna be alright." He reached down and grasped Jack's hand, feeling a weak squeeze in response. Jacks mouth curved up in a small smile and he took in one last shuddering breath and let it out in a sigh, the bright twinkle fading from his eyes.
Aster stared at the lifeless eyes in front of him, unable to break his gaze, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to even think. He heard the sound of the other guardians come running into the room, heard Tooth gasp, North saying something in Russian that sounded like a curse. He heard the sounds around him, but in a detached way, as though he weren't really there, the only thing that mattered in his world were the dull, lifeless eyes staring back at him.
When he finally took a breath, it was shaky, much like the rest of him. He could feel the sadness coming, the grief threatening to rush over him like a flood, but at that moment he was too overwhelmed with shock to feel anything. As he watched, the bright blue irises started to fade, their color darkening until they were black as night. It didn't stop there, Jack's eyes darkened until there was no color left in them at all, and his body soon followed, his pale white skin darkening until it was pure black. With a sound like wind blowing through a cave entrance, the body of the spirit of winter collapsed into a cloud of black mist which quickly faded into nothingness. Tooth let out a shocked cry, North cursing again, this time louder with shock. Aster wanted to jump back, wanted to clutch at the mist, wanted to move at all, but his body refused to obey him. He felt the hand he had been holding fade away, leaving a small, hard object in his hand which he clutched without conscious thought.
Several moments passed. "Bunny?" said North cautiously.
Something inside Aster broke, the unnamed force that had held his every motion at bay vanished, and he bolted. He ran away from the room, away from the guardians, away from the bed that had, until just moments before, held the most important thing in his world. He taped his foot automatically, ducking into the rabbit hole as soon as it appeared, not caring where he ran. He pushed his body to its limit, running faster and longer than he ever had before, and still he kept running. He tried to lose himself in the action, letting the rhythmic pounding of his feet against earth drown out his thought, but no matter how hard he tried, one thought kept coming back to him. Jack Frost, the spirit of winter, the guardian of and fun and joy, his soul mate, was gone.
So what did you think? I know, you hate me! I hated me to when I wrote the ending, but it had to had to happen. Third part is already written, just being proofread, so should be out soon!