Hey! Roxy Goth here, so I was watching a couple of episodes of the 7D and started thinking about how that show could link in with the original and thus this fanfic was born!

I have only watched a couple of episodes and so am not sure if the dwarf's ages have ever been stated, so I'm making them up.

So yeah, this is a sort of crossover with Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs…despite the fact 7 of them are essentially the same characters… but you'll see.

I do not own anything to do with Disney or any incarnation of the seven dwarfs. I do own Gentle and Watchful. On with the story!

The receptionist at Jollywood hospital was currently bored out of her mind. For once there was nothing going on. That was, until, a small man with a bushy brown beard came running in.

"Is my wife here?" He asked, desperately.

"I don't know but I can check, what's her name?"

"Gentle. Gentle Dwarf. She's got to be here, I got a pigeon two hours ago saying she had gone into labour. I would have been here earlier, but I was working down the mine. I couldn't leave until all the jewels were collected….what am I saying? Where's my wife!? "

The receptionist thumbed through the notes and then nodded. "Ah yes. Just to check, you are…"

The man laughed nervously. "Watchful Dwarf, I'm her husband, please?"

"Just checking. You can't be too careful. Room 203. Down the corridor, up the stairs first room on the right."

"Thank you."

Watchful flew up the stairs, knocking into a couple of nurses as he did so, when he got to the top of the stairs he collided with a doctor.

"Sorry!"

The doctor gave a little laugh. "No problem. You seem in a bit of a hurry, something I can help you with?"

"It's my wife, she's gone into labour."

"Name?"

"I'm Watchful. Watchful Dwarf."

"No, her name."

"Oh – of course. Gentle Dwarf."

"Ah yes, well you'll be glad to know she's not in labour anymore." The doctor smiled widely.

Watchful jaw almost hit the ground. "You mean…"

The doctor smiled even wider if that was possible. "You're an official father."

"Yes!" Watchful punched the air. "At last! Is it a boy? A girl? No – wait, don't tell me! We need a boy to carry on the family name, but I've always wanted a little girl…oh! What am I doing hanging around here for? I need to go see Gentle! And the child! A child! I'm a father!" And he took off down the corridor.

The doctor watched him go, smiling as he descended the stairs. Times like this he loved his job.

Watchful soon found the door and burst through it, earning himself an 'Sshh' from the nurses. Apologising quietly he edged closer, smiling as he saw his beautiful wife looking absolutely exhausted, white-blonde hair everywhere as she smiled down at the child in her arms. She looked up as he approached, smiling gently.

"Hello daddy." She said, softly. "Do you want to come and say hello to your son?"

Watchful's heart leapt into his throat. "Son?" He spluttered. "A-a son?" He was so thrilled he was barley forming coherent sentences.

Gentle beamed as she nodded. Watchful edged closer, looking at his son curled up against his mother, thumb in his mouth, looking frankly adorable.

"What did he do?" He whispered.

This wasn't as odd a question as it sounded. It was a law within the dwarf community that the child was named within the first week of being born based on what they did during that time. The parents had to have a reason for naming the child what they did though. Watchful was named as such because apparently all he had done was stare at his parents and everyone who cooed over him. Gentle had apparently clutched everyone's finger with hardly any grip. Ok, maybe that could be attributed to the fact she was a baby at time, but the registrar's still deemed it acceptable.

Gentle smiled down at the bundle of joy in her arms. "Fell asleep." She said simply. "He just cried, obviously, and then fell asleep."

"Looks like he was a little sleepy then." Watchful joked.

Gentle's eyes lit up. "Oh, darling! That's perfect! You're a genius!"

"Why, thank you. Er…why am I a genius?"

"Sleepy. You said Sleepy, that's a perfect name for him!"

Watchful considered it; personally he thought it was a bit…dull. He knew there was only so far you could go with dwarf names but he did like it when the parent s showed they had actually used a little imagination…and he personally had always been fond of the name Doc…

Not that that mattered of course, he realised as he looked at his wife's joyful face. He recognised that expression, she'd made her mind up, and the child was going to be called Sleepy. Well…he had suggested it. Though now as he thought about it and as the child yawned in his sleep, he realised it was a perfect fit.

"Watchful?" He was brought back to Jollywood by his wife's voice. She was looking at him expectantly. "What do you think? Tell me if you don't like it, please."

"Don't be silly." Watchful lightly scolded, reaching over and running his finger round the child's bald scalp. "Sleepy Dwarf is an absolutely perfect name."