A/N: Hello, It's been awhile since I've made a ROTG fanfic. I've been busy with other things. This is a one-shot I made for one of my many favorite people in the world, Wissler! If you are aware of his drawings, then congratz! u know one of my favorite people! if u don't then PLZ SEARCH HIM UP! He's so awesome. He asked me to make a SandyxJack fanfiction, which is a rare ship. I'm more of a jackrabbit fan, but I love sending rum of one-shots to other ships! (hehe! love pirate refrences) Enjoy!

Sweet Dreams Are Made of Us

Sandman was working his magic, making sweet dreams appear to the little boys and girls. Then he noticed a string of the sand has turned black. Upset and concerned, he followed the sand. The glittering obsidian sand led to a lake. He was aware of one living thing who slept here; Jack. He was having a nightmare. (Pitch wouldn't infect just one person with nightmares if he was back.)

Just as he suspected, up on a tree limb, tossing and turning, was Jack Frost. He was mumbling 'no' and 'Emma'. Upon further expection, Sandy noted that Jack was dreaming of his sister. Sighing, he pondered what he should do. He couldn't edit the dream, because that was against protocall. He hated seeing Jack like this. Sandy wouldn't admit it, but he loved Jack. When they were following Pitch that one time, just the two of them, Sandy didn't want it to end. He silently hoped Jack felt the same way.

Sandman decided to wake up Jack. Sure it would freak the snow spirit out, but at least it would stop the black sand. He started patting Jack's shoulder. When that didn't wake him, he ruffled the soft white locks. He still didn't get a reaction. he shook Jack, irritated. Jack bolted awake, he looked from his left, to his right, murmering 'Emma'? before he saw Sandy. Sandy gave a nervous wave before he felt slightly strong arms pull him in for a hug.

"Oh, Sandy, it was HORRIBLE! First, I was playing raindeer with Emma, then, then..." Jack whimpered. Sandman patted Jack's back timidly. He felt the usually playful boy's body start to shake, then water dropped on the golden man's back.

"S-she got STABBED, Sandy! STABBED! By a damn hunter... I-it was so horrible..." Jack sniffed, stopping the hug and looking at Sandman with a heartbroken look.

Sandy gave a sand gesture saying, "Everything if fine, Emma didn't die by a hunter."

"B-but how should we know? It was 300 years ago, Sandy!"

Sandy motioned, "We don't know, that's the beauty of it. We can't be sure how she died, so she didn't 'die'. 'dying' is just a form of imagery we see after we see that person in a casket. So, she didnt 'die' she just disapeared from reality. She is in a happy place."

Jack wiped at his tears, "You're right, Sandy. You really are a great friend." Jack smiled. Sandy smiled, but felt his heart go in his stomache at the word 'friend'.

Jack kissed Sandy's cheek, making Sandy blush. Sandman gave a splutter of images that didn't make any since.

The snow spirit laughed, "That's for your help. What? You think I didn't notice you staring at me when we're in meetings? I'm not that dense"

Sandy smiled, feeling his heart leap for joy. He helped Jack get comfortable, then flicked dream sand at Jack. The Sandman smiled as he noticed the image above the teen's head. It was of him and Jack playing in the snow. Sandy noticed the two figures lean forward and kiss gently. Sandy blushed, pecking Jack's forhead as he flew off, spreading sleep in another part of the world.

A/N: How did I do, You guys? I said 'stabbed' because they didn't have guns in medieaval times...Sorry it's so short, I'm half asleep. Love ya, Wiss. Hope you like it! See you next livestream!