A/N: This is my second fic on my backup account and the first on my main account. This time it is based on my experience at lunch one day which one of my friends was tired and she fell asleep on me, but I won't spoil the rest 'til the end in case you guys are all like "wtf". So now for the disclaimer!

Jack: Twincestmaniac42 does not own "The Nightmare before Christmas", nor does TeardropsofanAngel. Tim Burton has those rights.

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Sally sat on the winding hill covered in the snow and looked down at the pumpkin patch, which was covered in the cold white snow. She waited silently and grabbed a small, dead flower and began slowly plucking the petals off of the withered flower. As she prepared to pluck the last petal, the flower formed into what looked like it was her lover. She gazed at it for a moment before it swiftly caught fire and burned into nothing but ashes in her hand.

As she gasped, Sally sprang back up and returned to reality. The hill was its normal self minus snow covering the ground and pumpkin patch. She looked at her hands and saw that the flower in her hands had all the petals on it and was still the way it looked before. "Are you ok, Sally?" a voice asked her from behind. She turned around to see Jack holding her in his arms from where she was leaning. Sally looked fearfully and told Jack about her nightmare. She turned her head away from him with a dreary look. "I have a very bad feeling about this premonition, Jack. What if it does come true like the one I had before?" the rag doll asked. The last time she had such a dreadful vision was before Jack had his idea to handle Christmas a few years back. As Sally turned her face away, Jack almost immediately pulled her back and tenderly kissed her softly on her lips. Shocked and overjoyed, the rag doll embraced her skeleton lover before he broke the kiss. Holding her closely, Jack whispered in Sally's ear that he would never let such a horrendous thing happen to him. Believing his words, Sally let her mind calm down and let her mind wander off gazing at the beautifully, full, bright yellow moon.

A/N: Alright, so I said before that I would explain the whole thing so here it is. During my lunch period, one of my friends had come over to sit with me and she was tired, so she fell asleep resting on me (Perverts get out of the gutter!) and woke up about two minutes before the sixth hour bell and told me that she had a nightmare, which inspired me to write this fic.

Jack: Oh, I get it, the friend was represented by Sally, right?

Me: Yep. Also know that I may continue this fic if people review. No flames please, though soft criticism would be nice.