Erin Frostbunny Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My name is Jack Frost. I am the Guardian of Fun. I am pregnant. With the Easter Bunny's child. How do I know? The Moon told me so.

When I first learned that I was pregnant, I ran. Well, technically I flew, but it's the same basic principle. Can you really blame me? I mean, for one thing, I'm a guy. Guys just don't get pregnant. But, apparently, Guardians do. Other than that, I really didn't want any of the others to find out about it.

Bunny had been in heat. He'd said so himself. He hadn't been in his right mind, just wanted to screw something, and I happened to be close by. Some part of me felt saddened by the fact. He hadn't really wanted /me;/ just release. The worst part was, I'd actually /enjoyed/ it.

I'd be too ashamed to face him after that. Or any of them, for that matter. Hell, I was too ashamed to face myself.

After the initial shock wore off, new worries set in. What would the others think if they found out? What would /Bunny/ think? Would they call me a freak? Would they accept the baby? /What if I was a terrible parent?/

These worries were why I left. I went to Antarctica and hid in a sort-of house I'd carved in a glacier, waiting and worrying. I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by an all-too familiar voice speaking behind me.

"Such delicious fear, Jack Frost." I spun around, coming face-to-face with the boogeyman himself. I snarled at him, my arms automatically moving to protect my stomach, where a tiny fetus was just beginning to form inside of me.

"What do you want, Pitch?" I ground out defensively. The other only raised an eyebrow before his gaze shifted to my arms, still wrapped protectively around my torso. He stared for a moment, before realization seemed to dawn on him. Then, he did something I never would have expected.

Pitch Black smiled, an almost-soft expression overtaking his features. After nearly a minute, I began squirming a little, and golden eyes slowly rose to meet my ice blue. He gave a small sigh and slumped into a sitting position across from me. I slowly lowered myself as well, watching the other cautiously, wondering what he could possibly be up to.

"Jack Frost," He spoke after a long moment. I looked at his face, shocked to see the tenderness there, though I remained wary. "Do you know how spirits like the Guardians and myself come to be? We all have something in common." I only looked at Pitch incredulously. /What is he going on about?/ "We all sacrificed ourselves for a child."

My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes widened. /Pitch/ sacrificed himself /for a child?!/ My disbelief must have been pretty obvious, because Pitch's gentle expression turned to one of nostalgia and… /Is that sadness?/

"Our home was on fire. My wife and I managed to get out early, but our daughter, sweet little Erin, was trapped inside. I went back for her. The roof fell, trapping us both on the second floor. I threw Erin out the window to Anne's waiting arms. The last thing I saw was that little bundle only just making it. Then, everything went black."

We were both completely silent for a long time after Pitch finished speaking. I moved towards him slowly, still cautious. Just as slowly, I removed one arm from my stomach, pulling Pitch into a slightly awkward hug.

This seemed to be his breaking point, because, suddenly, he was shaking and sobbing and clinging. I found myself wondering when was the last time anyone showed any care towards the boogeyman. The thought in itself nearly made me snort. Of course, no one was going to comfort Pitch. He was supposed to be the bad guy, right? Then again, the same was thought about me.

I suppose I couldn't really blame Pitch for doing his job, or wanting to be acknowledged. After all, everyone wanted attention; it was in our nature. He was probably just on his last rope and out of any other ideas. Sure, his last idea wasn't the greatest, but… I sighed, holding the older spirit out at arm's length, staring into red-rimmed golden eyes. I'd probably regret this later, but…

"Pitch, how do you feel about being an uncle?" The look of shock and happiness on the boogeyman's face made everything worth it.