Just a few notes before the next chapter...

AllHallow'sCat: Wait, so Sandy and Tooth could take some time off during the day, but as soon as it got dark they had to go do their jobs? Do they only collect teeth and bring dreams to half the planet?

With Tooth she has her mini-fairies to hold down the fort as well as a cluster with her at all times so can relay orders and as for Sandy...well my brain works faster then my fingers and there was supposed to be a section about him conjuring dreams even from the beach but never got it typed. Either way it was my over sight. But considering he did participate in the teeth collecting in the film and not conjuring dreams it's easy to forget its a 24/7 job :-)

Okay, now on to Chapter 4


That night Jack had one of the best and most refreshing sleeps that he could remember. He felt well rested, almost giddy and light headed and like a feather floating on a breeze, which was feeling he was used to but not usually when he first wakes up. He felt so good and so comfortable that he didn't want to move let alone open his eyes, but at last, his stomach growled and there was no ignoring it, not when at Santoff Claussen where the smell of breakfast was already wafting under his door and filling the room with the sweet smell of bacon and eggs.

Jack's stomach growled once more and that was all it took to make him crack an eye open, ready to climb out of bed.

Except he wasn't in bed...

Inhaling sharply Jack stared at his much too close ceiling for a moment before looking down at his bed far below him. He was floating, his staff still leaning against the wall and good four feet below him. Jack tried not to panic, he's been flying since the time he was reborn...but never without his staff. There wasn't even enough of a breeze for the Wind to lift him up. Nonetheless he called out to his old friend.

"Okay, Wind, put me down," he called but nothing happened. "Wind?"

So much for that thought. He rolled over in mid-air and stared at his staff. If his staff wasn't keeping him in the air and the Wind wasn't then how was he floating? If made no sense. Neither did his hand turning to ice the night before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Okay, focus Jack," he told himself, willing his body to lower back to his bed. It felt like a life time before his knees made contact with his cool sheets or any sense of weight met filled him again. Gravity finally took hold of him and he let out a sigh of relief. "That's way too strange," he muttered before standing on the hardwood floor. "Just what is going on?"

He cried out when he touched his staff, as if a shock ran through the antique wood through his arm. Letting go he rubbed his numb arm before trying again, more cautious this time. His hand hesitated a heart beat before his fingers traced the wood. When nothing happened he wrapped his hand around he and hurried out of his room.

Flying was out of the question, he didn't know what would happen if he actually tried to use his magic, the way things were going he doubted it would be go. He rushed to the kitchen, fully expecting to see North sitting at the table eating breakfast as he waited for Jack. Instead he found the table set, the food served but no North. North would never let his food get cold. Jack was near panic. Where could North be? Fear filled him and he shot out of the kitchen, running down the long corridors and up stair cases, disregarding the left until he reached the Globe Room. There stood North and Phil studying the Globe of Belief with obvious confusion.

"Have you checked the rotation?" North was asking.

Phil wabbled something in the affirmative.

"Strange," North muttered stroking his long beard. "So many in such a short space of time."

"What's so strange?" Jack asked, peering above the globe to the skylight, hoping to see the familiar face of the moon.

North started and turned his deep blue gaze to Jack. His frown turned into a small fatherly smile. "Jack, why are you in 'jamas?"

Ignoring the question, Jack moved to the globe, trying to see what had North and Phil so concerned. New small blue lights shone on the globe, spreading out from Burgess to mix with the bright white ones. There were hundreds of them. He stared at them in confusion, trying to understand their importance.

"They are your believers," North explained with a smile. Anxiety still darkened his eyes.

"My believers?" Jacked asked in awe. There were so many lights, nothing compared to North's but enough to make Jack's heart flutter with joy. "H-how?"

North only patted him on the back. "It seem's young Jamie's website attracted more attention than any of us thought possible. Perhaps that is why it is so wide spread."

A huge smile spread across Jack's face and he was nearly dancing in excitement. North laughed at his antics until suddenly he found Jack pinned to the ceiling. "Jack?"

"Whoops," Jack muttered, blinking down at North. "I nearly forgot...I've got a bit of a problem."

Phil face palmed himself as he wabbled. Throwing up his hands he stalked off, presumably to get help while North shook with laughter.

"Not funny," Jack objected, trying to push himself off the ceiling. "I'm stuck."

Shaking his head, North moved to stand under Jack. "Let go of your staff. I'll catch you."

Unsure, Jack took a deep breath before letting of his staff, prepared to fall the moment it escaped his grip, but like in his room he was floating without it, no longer pressed to the ceiling but still too high for North to reach him. North's brows were raised as he stared up at the young spirit completely perplexed. He looked from the staff in his hand to it's owner and back again.

"North?" Jack asked. "Is this normal when you get new believers?"

"I don't know," the Guardian of Wonder confessed. "Dis has never happened before."

Jack whined. "That's not what I wanted to hear." He tried to concentrate, to focus on getting back to the ground. It was harder this time, know that he knew the reason. His excitement at finally having more believers made him feel so light hearted and happy, kind of like the tales of Peter Pan where a happy thought would make one fly. It was hard not to be happy but being trapped in the air wasn't so good and Jack seemed to have no control what-so-ever of this new ability. At least he didn't have to worry about Wind dropping him as she so often did but this was utterly ridiculous.

Phil sauntered in with a ladder braced on his shoulder. He gestured for North to move and set it up directly under Jack. Climbing up, he wrapped a large furry arm around Jack's waist and carefully pulled him down.

"Thanks, buddy," Jack said, thankful to have his feet on the ground. He was able to focus now. Cool wooden floor under his bare feet. He made his mind stay on that, repeated it mentally over and over. Cool wooden floor. Smooth. Safe. It was were he needed to stay. When Phil let him go - staying close enough to grab him should he float away again - Jack managed to stay standing. He smiled in relief until dizziness gripped him. He pitched forward only to have both Phil and North caught him. "I don't feel so good."

Hefting Jack's small frame into his massive arms, North took Jack back to his room. There was something wrong with Jack and something no right about the new believers. There were too many that appeared in too short of a time, especially considering winter was still months away for either hemisphere. It late Summer early Fall in the north and spring had already begun in the south. Only a handful of places had snow and these lights were appearing everywhere. Something was definitely wrong...he could feel it in his belly. His belly never lied.