Tenth chapter, huzzah! Celebration time, come on! Yay! Three reviews last chapter! Thank you! Like all of my other chapters, I take no claim for the picture, or anything to do with the movies or books. As usual, constructive criticism and reviews are treasured, like Grimm and Pitch to each other.

Sandy?

The moon lacks light on this night, as if it's forcing itself to do something it doesn't want to do. No wind dances in the sky, no animals making their usual sounds, all was still, except for Grimm as she bobs up and down in anticipation, standing at the entrance of Pitch's Lair, staring expectantly at the sky. Not a cloud or star was in sight, on this night you couldn't see anything not the trees, not the broken bed, nothing. Only the stench of death coming from the hole underneath the bed was normal.

Grimm couldn't help but smile, all the signs lead to him coming back, her soul dust senses him, the unusual annoyance of Manny, everything and she couldn't wait. "Come on, come on, come on," she chants to herself, excitement filling her senses. Nightmare sand slowly begins to form in the sky. She screams in delight and begins to clap. "Thank you Manny!" she cries leaping toward the almost finished forming Pitch, latching on to him like a little kid to a fluffy new stuffed toy. "I missed you!" sobbing into his chest, letting his smell engulf her.

"Told you it was only temporary," Pitch whispers into her ear, tears of happiness falling from both of their eyes.

Sandy's Island

The guardian's sit in a circle around Sandy as the island cradles him in a soft bed. Tooth, uncertain of what to do lent forward and attempts to assure him with soothing touches, instead he turns away, staring at the dark moon. "Sandy, mate, it can't be that bad, they'll be others," Bunny suggests, trying his best to sound confident. Sandy shakes his head, water continuing to leak from his bloodshot eyes.

"Zhe cried too Zandy, maybe zhe vantz to love you, but zhe couldn't find herzelf to?" North proposes, his eyes full of wonder, his voice croaking from crying, fiddling with his wet beard, he joins Sandy in gazing at Manny's home. Sandy stood motionless this time like he was in a faraway place.

"Sandy, buddy, that's have some fun to cheer you up," Jack announces, hope in his eyes that maybe, just maybe he could distract him, but his friend continues to stay distant from them.

"Gentlemen, it could be he needs some time alone. What do you think?" Tooth asks, her concerning gazing, unnerving Sandy.

Pitch's Lair

"I still can't believe you're back," Grimm exclaims with happiness while she sews Pitch a new outfit.

"It's been two days," he says with amusement watching her as she concentrates on the fabric in front of her and the line of golden thread. "What kind of outfit of celebration will this be?"

"I will be continuing your V neckline theme and a new take on your black man dress. However I need to ask this, must you mock me?"

"Of course I do, it's part of my job," they smile at each other with beguilement. Pitch's face turned thoughtful, "What have you and the, the guardians been up to?"

"Well, I made them all feel extremely guilty and recently I've made Sandy cry," she continues to smile, "Honestly I do feel guilty about that, but I'm sure it needed to happen."

"How did you make Sandy cry?" Pitch has never felt this curious; he's never seen his sworn enemy cry.

"He, ugh, he feel in love with me…ugh…while you were gone," Pitch's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth agape as she continues. "So…I kind of told him…I…ugh….dislike him."

"Oh, okay, uh…I don't know what to say to that."

"I don't what you could say to that either…..but, I did get him to think about a treaty between you two."

"You….ugh….did?"

"Yes, isn't it great?" she asks finishing the hem of the trench coats sleave and grabbing his grey, rough hands.

"Yes…ugh."

"So…when do you want to ask him?"

"Do…I…ugh…have to?"

"Well I certainly can't."

"Yes, I guess that's true."

Sandy's Island

Pitch felt extremely unsafe, he was in foreign territory with dreamsand surrounding him. Everything is mocking him, this sand has killed him countless times and now he was voluntarily walking to the middle of it. He hopes that Sandy will be reasonable. He hopes that he will to, in this situation, that's really all he can do. The Sandman came into his sight, his back facing Pitch. The Bogeyman didn't feel so brave now, he felt he should run, he should hide, but something was stopping him, instead he stood still.

"Make the treaty," the moon whispers into both of their ears, for Sandy, this wasn't the first time, he'd been getting this message multiple times since Grimm mentioned one. While Pitch was experiencing surprise because Manny spoke to him, Sandy finally decides to make sand images Pitch and a question mark. "He's right behind you Sandy."

The dream weaver turns himself around, astonishment filling up his face, waking up Pitch from his shocked state. "He, hello Sandy," Pitch attempts, unable to fake confidence, Sandy waves in reply. "Ugh, how would you feel about a treaty? Between us." Pitch starts to fiddle with his sleeves in nervousness, the sandman waits for him to continue. "The children's sleep will spend most of their time with you. They'll only get five to fifteen minutes of nightmares every second day….so what do you say." Sandy gives him the thumbs up, but he also conjures up an image of Grimm, a question mark and an image of Pitch. "You…want me to help you with… Grimm?" Sandy nods, noting Pitch's uncertain tone in his mind. "How?" The sandman proceeds to spawn up an image of books following with a love heart. "You, want me, to ugh…help you…learn about my daughter…and…help you, with your love…life?" Sandy smiles, with happiness, giving him another thumbs up and nods. "Sandy, I don't know if I can, she's a part of me, I've known her for so long, but…I'll try."