A/N: Usually I try to respond to reviews individually, but this time I also wanted to give a general response thanking all of you for your lovely reviews! The ones for the last chapter especially, because they reminded me why I love to write in the first place - just for the gratifying, but also humbling feeling that mere written words are able to evoke emotions (in this case, such happiness that our boys finally got together! hehehe) in so many readers. Unfortunately sometimes I forget that purpose, so it was refreshing and inspiring to be reminded of it again. Lol this is kind of sappy, but that is how I feel! So again, thanks!

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Chapter notes: I kinda stuck two drabbles together since they came to me at once, and they're both short and related anyway. Enjoy!

POV: Sandy

Though he has been at his job for longer than any of the other Guardians, Sandy doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. Perhaps it's because of how unique each and every child was; no dream was exactly the same, even from the same individual on different nights. It was amazing just how boundless their imaginations could be.

In fact, without that very imagination, he wouldn't have much of a job. Contrary to most of the other Guardians' impressions, his unofficial title as 'dream-maker' was slightly misleading - he didn't actually make any of the dreams. No, they were built off of what was already planted deep within the child's subconscious mind, spun into reality just for the night.

That was also the reason he was a Guardian of children, and not adults. It wasn't that he didn't care, but it was much harder and disheartening to spin the dreams of such world-weary souls. They were much more prone to the darkness that was far more suited to a certain Nightmare King. No, he preferred those whose minds were still pure, full of innocence and laughter.

Once in a while though, this did include a few adults. Of course it certainly didn't surprise him that Jamie Bennett was one of them, considering his experience with the Guardians. And on this particular night, Sandy sensed his dream sand spinning something from the boy quite enthusiastically.

Curious despite himself, the small Guardian flew to where Jamie was currently residing, entering his bedroom to observe just what his sand was forming around the brunette. He couldn't help but smile as he recognized the two golden figures, laughing and throwing small golden snowballs at each other. One of them suddenly became indignant and tackled the other to the ground, small miniature golden staff flying off and disappearing in a small puff of sand. Sandy wondered if he should find Jack to show him this rather amusing scene, if only to let the young Guardian know that Jamie Bennett still thought of him.

Golden eyes suddenly widened as he realized what the two figures were now doing. Feeling a heated blush spreading across his cheeks, the oldest Guardian hightailed it out of the room faster than the speed of light. Perhaps he didn't need to tell Jack anything, as it seemed from Jamie's dreams that they were already seeing each other...

One thing was for sure, Jamie was definitely not a child anymore.

"...and then North wants you to send some more snow to the DC area, they haven't had a White Christmas in - Jack! What are you doing!"

Jack nearly jumped out of his seat at Tooth's sudden cry. "What, what?" He looked around frantically, confused at her sudden urgency.

She gestured towards his lap, and Jack looked down to see that he had forgotten to control his body temperature, and thus had started to freeze the tips of Baby Tooth's wings. Hastily, he thawed her out, feeling quite guilty indeed as she began to chatter indignantly at him. "Oops, sorry Baby Tooth..."

"Jack, what's going on? You haven't been paying attention at all since you got here!" Tooth watched, concerned, as the winter Guardian simply blushed, a strange look coming across his face. "Jack?"

"Uh sorry Tooth, I've just been...a little distracted. I just need to um, go clear my head so I'll head over to...where did North want me to go again? Chicago?"

"DC, mate. DC. For the fifth time." Bunny said dryly.

"Right, right. See ya!"

Tooth sighed as their youngest member left in a flurry of snowflakes. She turned to her two other companions, clasping her hands together in worry. "Do you think he's okay? He hasn't been himself lately."

"Well, at least he's not depressed anymore." Bunny commented, not even batting an eyelid as one of North's elves stumbled past him with cookie dough plastered all over his face.

"But now it's like he's off in another world! North asked him the other day to send some snow to Charleston, and he went and made a storm over Cleveland! And sometimes when I talk to him, it's like he's not even paying attention!" Tooth cried out, distressed.

"I'm sure he's fine, Tooth. Every time he spaces out, he's got this stupid grin on his face."

Sandy only watched, amused, as the other two Guardians speculated on what could be causing Jack's odd behavior. He could try to tell them of course, but it was definitely more fun this way.

Then again, it would be interesting to see their reactions if he showed them Jamie's dream from the other night...