Hey, guys! Uhm, since a lot of you loved the tiny!Jim and tiny!Spock scenes at the beginning of my story "In Your Eyes", I decided to post some one shots for you about the two.

"Family Snapshot" is the name of one of Peter Gabriel's songs and therefore not mine. The chapter's title is from Mike Oldfield's song "Sentinel", since it was the song my mother used to play when I wouldn't sleep as a child and I thought it was fitting. It is also not mine.

The characters do not belong to me... did I forget anything...?

Uhm. Yeah.

This is the first chapter, I don't know if I like it, but hey... I tried! Oh and... if you find errors, I'm sorry, I'm sick [AGAIN] and yeah...

Enjoy!

Family Snapshot

Sentinel:

Jim shifted beneath the blanket, sighing heavily and curling up a tiny bit more.

He was unable to sleep, had been so since he woke up five minutes ago after another nightmare. The small boy huffed in annoyance and buried his face in the pillow. It smelled like freshly washed fabric, new and uncomforting. The noises of the house were still strange to him, even after three weeks of living with Spock and his family.

Jim shuddered and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. His toes were twitching in nervous aggravation and he resolutely kept his eyes shut. The small nightlight did not illuminate the entire room. There was a dark corner, just behind him, right beside the wardrobe. That was where the monsters from his nightmares came from.

Something patted across the floor just outside his room, the wardrobe groaned and since the heater had apparently given out in the middle of the night, it was rather cool in the room. Jim read in one of Spock's books that it was supposed to be really cold in the desert at night, because the air was so dry, that the moisture could not hold enough heat to keep it from cooling down. He did not believe it before, but now...

Jim sat up and started to stack the respectable amount of pillows lying on the unoccupied half of the bed around himself to create a kind of nest. This would hopefully keep all the creepy-crawlies and shadow-monsters out of his dreams.

The door hissed open and Jim let out a frightened squeak, diving under the blanket.

"Jim?"

He blinked, peering out from underneath his hiding-place to face Spock. The taller boy was standing in the doorway, a blanket around his shoulders, hair mussed with sleep and shivering visibly.

"Spock! You scared me, don't do that," Jim giggled, before sobering up hastily. "Come here, quickly, there's a monster in the corner over there!"

Spock raised an eyebrow, but was beside the bed in an instant nonetheless, climbing onto the mattress to crawl into the pillow-bunker. Jim tugged his own covers over Spock, snuggling against his best friend and squealing, when his feet came in contact with Spock's icy toes. "Wah! Spock, why are you so cold?"

"I apologise. Vulcans possess a very low temperature. Due to this, we are able to resist high temperatures better than most species, but it also makes us very sensitive to the cold," Spock wrapped his arms around Jim's torso and tugged him closer. "You are very warm."

Jim smiled and rubbed Spock's back to create some warmth. "Why did you come here?"

"I... I do not know for certain," Spock nuzzled his nose against Jim's. "For some reason I woke 7.8 minutes ago and upon realising that I could not fall asleep again, I decided to take a walk. I heard you moving behind your door and decided to see if you were awake."

Jim nodded. "Ah."

"Jim?"

"Yep?"

"There are no monsters in your room. You do know this, do you not?"

Jim blushed heavily in embarrassment. "H-how would you know that? There could be one hiding in the darkness!"

"Jim, my Father would never allow anything into this house that could prove itself harmful to us."

"Yeah... yeah, but...," Jim sighed. "Spock...?"

"Yes, Jim?"

"Can we do the mind thingy again?"

Jim practically felt Spock raise his eyebrow. "Am I right in my assumption that you are referring to a mind-meld?"

"Yeah, that," Jim grinned. "So, can we?"

Spock's fingers were just as icy as the rest of his body and Jim scrunched up his nose. "We really-"

"-need to warm you up, Spock."

Silent laughter echoed throughout the snow globe they were sitting in. White, feathery flakes fell down onto their heads and Jim scooped a few off Spock's black hair. "Looks like powdered sugar... and it isn't cold!"

Spock dipped a finger into the tiny amount of sugary snow Jim had accumulated in his hands. "Your imagination surprises me everytime."

Jim snickered, the sound bouncing off the glass dome above them. There were hundreds of pillows beneath them, ranging from earthy browns to bright reds, from watery blues to fragrant greens. Outside the globe it was dark.

Jim could just barely make out the shapes of his room, but everything seemed bigger, looming menacingly over their small bubble of warmth, while thin, curling fingers of ice crawled across the outside of the glass.

Spock pulled him into a tight embrace. "You are safe Jim, do not be frightened."

"I... I'm sorry."

The Vulcan-hybrid shook his head. "There is no need to apologise."

"Spock, I'm scared."

"You do not have to be. I am here. I will protect you."

Jim smiled brightly. When he looked up, he found the ice to be gone and the snow globe was now sporting a round, open door. Outside Jim could make out reddish dunes of sand, freckled with small fields of reed and high grass. The sky was tainted red and golden.

"That's a lot nicer," Jim sighed contently, watching a blue bird make its way across the firmament.

"Indeed it is. We must return now."

Jim nodded and did not even flinch when the snow globe shattered.

Jim came to with Spock curled tightly around him. Suddenly, the room did not seem as dark as before and the shadows in the corner were less frightening. Also, Spock's toes were definitely warmer now.

"Hey, Spock?"

"Yes?"

"Are you still cold?"

"No, not anymore. Thank you, Jim."

"It's okay, you chased the monsters away. We're an awesome team, right, Spock?"

"Indeed."

*tentatively peeks out from underneath the blanket*