Hello, hello. My my my what have we here? A STORY! Yay! (Sorry, but this song is stuck in my head.)
Jack loved to help Sandy. He got to see children every time he came along, getting to see the kids get ready for bed, being totally adorable, and dreaming whatever came into their heads.
"Ooh. That kid's dreaming about a dolphin! I love dolphins. A monkey! Wait, is that a monkey or chimpanzee?"
Sandy rolled his eyes, smiling as he let the dreamsand flow through him, watching the young Guardian as his eyes lit with excitement. Thn Sandy thought of something. It might end horribly, but there was a chance it might end with Jack trusting the golden man. Key word? Might.
Sandy made an golden ball, not made of dream sand, but made from pure light. HE gestured for Jack to place his hand on it. Jack looked hesitant but did as he was told.
"Where are we?" Jack asked as he looked around, not comprehending what had happened. Once second he was hanging out with Sandy in Paris, then he somehow ended up on an island. It was daytime wherever they were, and completely surrounded by water. The sand was pristine, almost see-through, with two trees, a hammock in between them.
'We are on Dream Island, my home.'
Jack pulled a 180° and saw no one except Sandy. He opened his mouth to ask how he had talked when Sandy began to 'speak' again.
'Here, you can hear my thoughts. I thought it would be nice to show you this place. All the others have been here, but I wanted to wait until we were alone to bring you.'
"Well, I have to give it to you. This place is cool. Your own private island, only people with invites can come here, this is life, man," Jack said as he continued to look around in awe. Dolphins inhabited the water, while birds, sea turtles, and other creatures inhabited the small, but cozy land.
'You may come here anytime you like. Just say 'Île des Rêves'. It means island of Dreams.'
Jack smiled a little and nodded. Then Sandy walked over and waved his hand over the water. A golden globe appeared. He gestured towards the North and North's office showed up. North was making yet another ice sculpture.
'Whistle loudly. He can hear us but cannot see us'
Jack chuckled as he brought his fingers to his mouth and let loose a piercing whistle. Sandy looked surprised before smirking as North dropped the ice, breaking instantly.
Sandy put a finger to hi lips as Jack chuckled a little.
'He can still hear us,' Sandy waved over the image, making it disappear. 'We do not tell him. It never happened.'
"Sandy, I never knew you could be so slick," Jack replied, impressed.
'It will be our little secret.'
Jack smiled as he experimented with the water. Sandy smiled softly. The boy could be troublesome, but some of the stuff he pulled was quite hilarious. Mayb with some help, he could pull off even bigger schemes.
AN: I wanted to portray Sandy as the fun, mischievous uncle. It's never actually said, but everyone comes to know Sandy as Jack's uncle. One more. Don't forget; you guys can request whatever you want (as long as it's not too inappropriate. Need to keep this PG 13 or at least rated T.) Kitkat Out!