Hi, guys! I'm staying with family for a few days, so I won't have as much time to write as I normally would. But I will try to continue to upload a chapter a day. Now, many of you have asked when the guardians, and the readers will find out who attacked Jack. Sorry, but I'm not going to tell you any time soon. Jack needs to bond with the other characters a lot more before he's willing to give up all his secrets. But don't worry, they will find out. Please review and enjoy!


As per the rules of the snowball war, Jack was free to go as he pleased. He did, however, promise to stick to the Northern Hemisphere, and to check in with the others often. So the guardians reluctantly let their youngest wander freely around the world once more, and everything went back to normal.

That is until one early July day Sandy came back to his floating castle of gold sand after a long day of giving the children good dreams to find Jack Frost sitting by his front door, looking completely exhausted. The boy was leaning up against the golden door with his eyes closed, dark circles under his eyes plainly saying that the boy hadn't slept in weeks.

Sandy silently floated up to the boy, and gently put a hand on his shoulder. Faster than the eye could see, Jack was up, spinning away from the other guardian. He ended up several feet away from Sandy, staff held defensively in front of him, his eyes darting around to check for threats. He relaxed when he saw that they only person around was Sandy.

"Sorry about that," he said, rubbing his white hair nervously, "I didn't think I would fall asleep. I was just resting my eyes."

Sandy tilted his head to the side, a picture of someone sleeping, then question mark appearing above his head. "Why I haven't I been sleeping?" Jack guessed and Sandy nodded. "No reason," he said unconvincingly, "I just couldn't find a good place to sleep."

Sandy narrowed his eyes. He knew, probably better than any other guardian, that Jack was a wanderer. The closest place he had to a home was the pond where he had been reborn, but during the summer he couldn't even go there. Sandy had occasionally found the boy sleeping in a snowdrift in whatever area he happened to be in when he got tired. The boy always had some snow to sleep in, which meant this was about more than not being able to find a place to sleep.

Before he could even try to ask, or think of something else to say, Jack spotted something behind him. With a gasp, Jack jumped in the air, and flew off to investigate. Sandy followed; worried that Jack would collapse of exhaustion soon. Sandy caught up with Jack on the west coast of America. He looked around, curious as to what had caught Jack's interest.

There were humans gathered all around the beach, and they were setting things on fire, things that popped and exploded in the air above them. Sandy watched in confusion for a few moments, then remembered the date. Of course, Today was July 4th, and the humans were having their annual celebration. Sandy moved forward, and invited Jack onto his cloud with only a look. The younger spirit seemed fascinated by the bright lights, mumbling something about trying to do that with his snow. They watched together as Jack became sleepier, until finally Jack closed his eyes and curled up on the cloud, falling asleep without Sandy needing to do anything.

Sandy smiled fondly at the boy as he threw some dream sand over his head, making sure to give him nice dreams, and then directing his cloud back to the Castle. In the morning Jack would make some excuse about needing to get back to making winter in other parts of the world. In the morning Sandy would let him go without asking him why he was afraid of sleeping somewhere else, why he thought that Sandy's was the only safe place he could go. But that was in the morning. Right now he had a spirit to take care of, a child to protect. Tonight he would watch over Jack and make sure he got the rest he needed.

JACKFROST*TOOTHFAIRY*EASTERBUNNY*SANTACLAUS*SANDMAN*

Up at the North Pole, a small blue light hovering near the west coast of America on a globe in a silent room, began to glow brighter. Slowly, as if hesitant, the light grew until it was strong enough to be seen from quite a distance. But almost no one saw this, for the room was deserted and the whole North Pole quiet. Not a single elf or yeti was awake; everyone had given over to the sandman's dream sand. Almost no one saw the light, except for one. The light from the moon shone on the globe, and if anyone had been able to see the Man in the Moon at that moment, they would have seen his proud smile.


Yes, I live in America, and I know for a fact that a lot of people go to beaches on the 4th and shoot off fireworks. I didn't add that in here for any specific purpose, just added it because I this chapter was near the beginning of July and I wanted to add that as context. I was getting annoyed with all these stories that have the only way Jack and Sandy ever bond is when Sandy knocks Jack out. So in this story Jack falls asleep on his own. Please Review!