FINALLY! This chapter took me so long! But I really liked writing it. I tried to show the bonds Jack has with all of the guardians and the wind throughout the past few chapters including this one. How did you think I did?

Jack smiled to himself as he arrived back at the pole, it was getting pretty late, but He was glad he had stopped by to ask Sandy for the favor.

Although Tooth played the role as his mother figure, and her constant attention didn't bother him, Sandy treated him as an equal. It was almost as if the small golden man could sense when he wanted is space, and when he needed the company.

While the others usually crowded the boy, often making him feel nervous and utterly trapped, Sand man always knew when it was time for him to back away and Jack thanked him for that. Such as when he was first chosen to become a guardian. After being thrown in a sack and tossed through a swirling portal (thanks to North) the guardians instantly snapped into friendly mode. Music sounding, making his ears hurt with their constant blaring, the stomping of the Yetis that seemed to shake the ground while mini fairies darted around him, trying to wrap necklaces around his small neck as he tried to bat them away. Eventually, he lost it, banging his staff on the ground hard and making all of the noise and batting stop. And all the while, Sandy sat to the side, not reaching up to touch the confused and fairly claustrophobic spirit, but rather giving him a simple thumbs up for encouragement.

Tonight, when the winter spirit had arrived in the golden cluster of clouds where Sandy had been lazily dozing off while spirals of sand flew into bedroom windows of the children, Sandy seemed worried, just as everyone else, but didn't pester him or flock over to him or ask him questions.

He merely waved a hand at Jack and smiled before turning back to his work, allowing the boy to float about his cloud until he came around to talk about what it was he came for. He knew how hard it was for Jack to admit needing help sometimes and both Bunny and North had told him about Jack getting angry after bringing up Jack's worry in the matter.

He knew this was why Jack had come to the cloud, hoping to ask the same question, thinking he would be able to track the dragon's dreams and he had tried, but he barely knew where to look for the thing, let alone track it, so he knew Jack would probably react the very same way when he told the boy not to worry, which was why he wasn't going to.

"Hey Sandy." Jack said after a minute or two of exploring the clouded area and deciding he needed to get whatever was on his chest off. Sandy gave him a sideways glance and smiled brightly, waving a golden hand at the boy while the other let out streams of dream sand across the sky. He was going to pretend he didn't know why the spirit was here, he had bonded with Jack during their fight with Pitch when they were the only two left awake, and the last thing he wanted was to scare the boy away.

"Can I ask you a question?" Jack said hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and tapping his long wooden staff against his knee.

Sandy nodded, turning fully to face him and gesturing for him to continue. Jack smiled sheepishly and took a deep breath. "Do you think you could make a special dream for someone for me?" He asked.

Sandy raised a golden eyebrow.

"North let me visit Jamie today and I overheard someone talking about a dream she wanted…" He began to trail off.

Sandy nodded happily and began the swirling of a perfect dream at a carnival when Jack shook his head at him. Sandy's arms slumped to his sides. He didn't want that dream? He shrugged, trying to manifest a new dream when Jack interrupted.

"I was wondering if I could make it." He said quickly, as if it had been caught in his throat the entire time.

Sandy was astonished. Jack wanted to make his own dream? Sure it was possible, of course. But why? The spirit looked at the guardian of dreams apologetically.

"Please Sandy? This is important to me."

The Sand Man sighed silently before nodding, waving the boy over to give instructions of how to manifest his own dream sand. For a guardian without the powers over the sand, it would be much more complicated than it was for him.

But why wouldn't Jack tell the guardian what he wanted the dream to be about before telling him what child to send it to? It would be much simpler. Realization hit him hard. Jack was tired of being cooped up, being thought of as weak, if he could do this on his own, it would prove both as a distraction and a way to prove he can do something on his own. So Sandy didn't question him on it. He gave him as much sand as he would need to complete the task and let his fly off with another small wave.

…

Jack heaved a sigh, flopping down on his bed and staring up at the white ice covered ceiling. He had just arrived back at the pole after receiving the dream sand from the Sand man. He greeted North quickly, mainly to let him know he was back and hadn't run into any danger of any kind.

Finally, he was back in the cool sanctuary of his own sanity… or what was left of it. Point being, he was finally alone. Alone with the sand and a decision. What was the dream going to be about?

He had to be honest with himself, he had never met anyone without dreams, let alone one not known by any of the guardians, well other than himself that is. But the thought still boggled his mind. Sure, to have no presents from Santa Christmas morning, or no extra eggs hidden in your back lawn, or even your teeth taken by mini fairies sneaking into your room in the dark of the night, they were unfortunate to not have. But they were only a few nights of the entire year, to have nightmares every night, your only break is to have no dreams at all, and to call it a peaceful night? Not if he could help it.

And luckily, he could.

Jack held up the bag of golden sand Sandy had given to him earlier that night.

What would a girl like Eden want to dream for her first dream? He thought. He knew what he wanted to dream about, that was easy. He liked the snow. He also liked dolphins, they were a lot like him. They had fun all the time, always happy and leaping great leaps into the air over the ocean current whenever Jack flew over them as they clicked and squealed at the winter spirit when meandering across the oceans to get to his next snow day. The dolphins matched perfectly since he was the guardian of fun.

But what did a dragon want as a dream?

Then he remembered. The day he first saw Eden, he had hit her with a snowball. She had looked so cold and so depressed when she saw the water drip to the ground from her bright red curls. Therefore tonight, the girl would dream of snow and ice and being able to touch it all, to not have it melt the moment it touched her warm skin.

So Jack set to work. He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to follow Sandy's directions seeing as though he was far too excited trying to create a new dream for his friend, and added to his already short attention span of the teenager he was, he had hardly even paid attention to the golden figures appearing above the man's soft tufts of hair.

Jack merely shrugged, he would figure it out sooner or later, how hard could it be?

…Half an hour later…

Very hard, suddenly, Jack wished he could go back and ask Sandy for another demonstration, but his embarrassment and fear that Sandy might suddenly become interested in his decision (which was the last thing he needed at the moment) he didn't.

The bag's contents had been dumped onto the sheets of the bed on which the spirit sat on with crossed legs and a determined face as he tried manipulating the sand such as he had seen the Sand man do so many times before.

Jack though for a moment.

He had already tried spreading the sand into a flat plane and drawing what he imagined the dream to be like… although, after seeing Eden's drawings, they looked more like something Sophie would try to make.

Jack huffed, making some of the sand blow up into the air and swirl for a moment, glowing a pale gold before dropping back to the bed. Jack face palmed. Of course! Not wanting to gather the sand up with his hands, Jack summoned the wind in from the open window. The wind greeted him briefly before dying away a bit to allow its friend to give it its next favor.

For the past three-hundred years, the wind had been Jack's only friend until the guardians came along. The wind had been with him since it first found the boy trapped under the ice, being slowly lifted by the pull of the Man in the moon. It quickly swirled around the boy as he gasped for air. He had looked so scared, and the wind wanted nothing more than to protect its new friend. That was exactly how Jack felt about the dragon-girl. The wind could sense it the moment they met, luckily, Jack had found the kind one before the cruel one, it had been so reluctant to take him, it didn't want the boy to be hurt.

But the moment they met, the moment Jack began questioning his motives, the wind knew how strong the friendship was already, he wanted nothing more than to protect her. Protect her from Pitch, the evil, the darkness… the guardians.

Jack pointed his staff at the bed, a determined line pressing his mouth closed as if the words didn't want to come out. But the wind understood perfectly, lifting the golden sand into the air and letting it swirl around the boy.

Instantly, the sand began to glow brightly, just like it did when Sandy used it. He reached a tentative hand towards the glowing vortex of dream sand and it parted, leaving a large snowflake where his hand had been, he allowed it to spin around him before thinking of the next part of the dream.

A girl with curly hair stood on one side of the frozen lake Jack had called home for so long. She stood there as the snowflake he had first manifested, floated down to land on her nose. It didn't melt. Jack smiled at his work. Looking good so far, all it needed was a bit of fun.

A snowball exploded at the back of her head. The surprised expression on her face, even in the swirling sand made Jack chuckle. The girl turned around to face… Jack.

At first, it seemed weird to place himself in someone else's dream, but who else would throw a snowball at the back of her head. He had done it before hadn't he? He left it as it was, he liked the dream so far. He figured he could let the rest to Eden's own mind as the good dreams finally took over the bad.

The sand swirling around him began to make the boy sleepy. "Take this to Eden please." He asked the wind, yawning and stretching as the sand whirled away from him and out the open window. "He would have to ask what Eden thought of her first dream (the first of many yet to come, he had decided) the next time he saw her. This was going to be Christmas Eve.

The same day he would drop by to hang out with Jamie and Sophie while North finished his rounds, he would sneak off to give Eden her first gift that he would take from one of the many extra or 'wrong color' of toys from North's workshop.

He was going to make a new believer out of his new friend.

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