A/N: Kudos to riowolf for coming up with the title! This is going to turn out to be seven chapters, one for each of the names of the seven dwarves from Snow White. I just can't write enough Jamie…because he's Jamie.
This first chapter is called "Sleepy".
The entire Reagan family had chosen to stay the night at Frank's house, and it reminded them all of their younger days when they would wake up and push and shove their way down the stairs before clamoring for breakfast. Jamie was still living with his father, awaiting his acceptance letter from Harvard, and every day the mail came he anxiously flipped through the envelopes until he was absolutely sure that it hadn't arrived. Everyone kept assuring him that he would get in; he was just too smart not to. He knew it deep inside, but there was always the chance that he wouldn't. Danny felt for the kid…he deserved to go to Harvard more than anything.
The sun stretched its arms through the window and gently nudged Danny awake, who flipped a pillow over his head and groaned. He still had half an hour before his alarm would go off, and he really just wanted to sleep. But he was never able to fall asleep once he had woken up in the mornings, which was a gift as well as a curse. Giving up, he threw the covers off and shuffled downstairs to make some coffee. As he set the coffee pot into place, his blurred vision caught on something sitting out by the mailbox. Danny squinted, not trusting his eyes quite yet, and he moved to open the door. He walked warily down the driveway, the pavement still cool from the night under his bare feet, not yet warmed by the day. He winced when he stepped on a couple of stray pebbles. When he reached the mailbox, he realized that it was Jamie, slumped against the mailbox pole, fast asleep. He smiled and shook his head. The poor kid must have been waiting out there since he had woken up.
"Hey kid, wake up." Danny urged, shaking Jamie's shoulder a bit.
A startled huff came from the younger brother.
"Wha—Danny. Why am I…?" Jamie asked drowsily, straightening up and looking around in confusion, blinking furiously.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Danny told him, offering a hand up. Jamie took it, wobbling on his feet for a second.
"Oh…I was waiting…for my letter…" Jamie said, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.
Danny chuckled. "I know kid, I know. You're crazy, you know that?"
"Shut up, Danny." Jamie giggled, punching his older brother playfully in the arm.