I decided to create this collection for my NBC short stories and drabbles. I know my stories are kinda short, but I promise I'll try harder to write longer ones. :) Don't forger to let me know what you think.

There is also no particular order in which I post these.

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Jack's Heir

The crisp autumn air howled through the trees, blowing dead leaves through the wasteland known as Halloween Town. Dawn broke through over the horizon, casting it's orange rays above the cemetery. The occupants of the town gathered together in a crowd, along the cobbled street in front of Skellington Manor.

Whispering buzzed within the crowd and curious eyes watched expectantly at the window that led into the tower. There, they saw their great pumpkin king, pacing back and forth, occasionally disappearing for minutes at a time.

"Something's up with Jack!" someone exclaimed.

Harsh whispering erupted among the citizens within the crowd and questions began to consume their minds when they heard a loud scream echoing through the square, scattering the slumbering bats.

When Jack did not return to his pacing in front of the window, the citizens began to wonder if their great leader had disappeared into the breaking dawn.

A shrill cackling broke through the silence and the citizens looked to the window again in anticipation as It burst open.

"HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!" The great pumpkin king said repetitiously in excitement. The citizens applauded with glee and the band began playing a celebratory tune as the civilians danced in the street. Jack smiled down at the merriment below, before returning to his queen's side.

Sally laid on the bed as Doctor Finkelstein stitched her up. She smiled down at the little bundle that she held lovingly in her arms. The heir to the throne of Halloween Town.

"Well Sally," Doctor Finkelstein pulled away from her in his wheelchair. "you really surprised me. You did what I thought you could never do." He took his glasses off to rub his tired eyes. But Sally's attention was undivided. No matter how much she willed herself, she could not take her focus away from the tiny skeleton asleep in her arms.

"Thank you Doctor! Thank you very much for all of your help!" Jack shook his hand firmly and Doctor Finkelstein groaned. It was a long night and his brain hurt. Almost as much as when Sally used to poison him so she could sneak out.

"Sally, make sure you get plenty of rest. I don't want to be summoned back here to fix your stitches because of your carelessness." He grunted and disappeared out the door.

"How do you feel Sally?" Jack asked as he knelt down beside the bed and smiled at his sleeping son in her arms. He could tell Sally's thoughts were else where. Her big soft eyes had a gleam that he had never seen before. Never in his after life, did he think it was possible to have the happiness he had, all in that little room.

"Jack," Sally said softly, not wanting to wake the slumbering baby in her arms. Jack reached out and placed a hand on top of Sally's and smiled down at the sleeping prince. "What should we name him?" She asked reluctantly taking her eyes away from her son briefly.

"How do you feel about the name Nicholas?"

"Nicholas?"

"After Sandy Clause." Jacks skeleton grin grew wider. After all these years he still had a peculiar fascination with the king of Christmas. Sally smiled down at her son.

"Nicholas Skellington. I like it." She looked at Jack and smiled. They sat in silence and watched their little boy sleep peacefully.