Confiding in Sandy
It was late at night at North's place. A certain winter spirit was roaming the halls quietly, a look of concentration on his face. Jack was awoken by a dream or a nightmare; he didn't know what to call it. He had dreamt that all the kids had stopped believing in him, even Jamie, who was the first one to ever see him. The other guardians no longer wanted anything to do with him, saying he was never fit to be one of them because he couldn't keep the children believing. The dream didn't scare Jack, it just confused him. He began to doubt his power as a guardian and wondered if something like that would ever happen. Jack sighs and stuffs his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and continues his walk.
Jack looked only at the ground, deep in thought. When gold sand ran past Jack's eyes, he looked up to see Sandy with a curious look on his face. Sandy pointed to Jack and made a figure of Jack sleeping in his bed. Jack sighed again, "I know I should be in bed Sandy, but… it's just… I didn't sleep well." Sandy made a figure that looked like Pitch. Jack shook his head, "I don't think it was a nightmare but it wasn't a good dream either."
Sandy frowns and points to Jack then points back to himself, creating a question mark above his head. Jack looks at him. "Do I want to talk to you about it?" Sandy's frown turns into a slight smile and nods. Jack thought for a moment. He could trust Sandy with this. He looks back up at the other guardian and returns a smile. "Yeah...I think it would be good for me anyways…"
Sandy nods at Jack and gestures for Jack to lead the way.
Jack leads Sandy to the windowsill where he usually sits to think. He sits down and draws his knees up to his chest to make room for Sandy. Sandy sits down in the space provided and gives Jack a curious look, creating a question mark above his head. Jack smiles slightly and looks out the window. "Sandy…you guys would never be tired of me…will you?" Sandy's eyes widen and he shakes his head. He creates a sand image of all of them smiling and laughing, telling Jack that he would always be a part of them. Sandy's brow furrows and he gives Jack a look that says 'why?' Jack sighs. "I had a dream that all the children stopped believing in me, including Jamie…and you guys didn't want me around anymore, seeing me as useless. The whole dream just bothered me. I'm used to being by myself…but I don't want to lose everything I've fought for…you know?" He looks at Sandy and frowns. "I'm probably not making any sense...huh?" Sandy smiles slightly and pats the boy's knee. More images appear above the older guardian's head. The images were of Jack and the children playing in the snow, and then they started to change. The children grew and were huddling together, ignoring the lone figure of Jack beside them. Another group of children was formed and started to include Jack in their games. Jack watches the images closely. "So you're saying that even though they grow up, there's always more that will believe?" Sandy smiles brightly and nods. He takes Jack's hand and floats over to a painting. It was picture of the five of them, smiling like one big, happy family. Sandy points at the globe and creates an image of Pitch, then points at the painting. Jack smiles slightly, "And no matter what happens…I'm always welcome?"
Sandy nods happily. Jack lightly hugs Sandy and Sandy, in return, patted his back to comfort him. When Jack went back to his previous sitting position, Sandy pointed to Jack, pretended to sleep for a second then formed a question mark above his head. "I think I'll be able to sleep in a minute or so. Thanks for helping me think it through and let me talk about it." Sandy smiled and ruffled Jack's hair. Jack looked at Sandy and smiled, "I'm glad that you all are so nice to me and are always willing to reassure me when I have doubts. Thank you." The smile still stayed on Sandy's face. Jack stood up and Sandy floated. Jack hugged Sandy again and yawned, "I think I may be able to sleep again." Sandy pointed to Jack and gestured to his dream sand meaning, 'I will make sure your dreams are happy and full of joy.' Jack thanked Sandy once again and left to his room. He lay down in his bed and slowly drifted his way off to sleep. This time he dreamt of no sad thing in the world but instead of happiness and everything that made a good dream.
Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter confuses you. It was really difficult to write and we did as best we could. Sandy is just really hard to write sometimes since he doesn't speak. We still hope you enjoy it and please keep throwing out ideas! We're running out! :(. Thanks :)