A/N: And here is SANDY!

Nightmares of a Dreamer

Jack flew from the burrow, his mind buzzing with confusion as he let the urgent winds carry him to an unfamiliar place. He couldn't stray from the path but he knew whatever the winds saw they needed him there and not at the burrow.

He travelled forward, his hand clenching his staff tightly as his eyes searched the seas below him looking for whatever the Wind needed for him to see, gasping slightly as small tendrils of gold flickered across the waters beneath him before dropping into the dark churning abyss.

"What the?" he asked, before looking in the direction the gold came from gasping as he saw the island before him, shimmering gold in the moonlight. A very familiar colour of gold in fact and as his mind connected the dots Jack pushed himself faster into the sand castle on the shore of the island.

"SANDY!" He yelled, his eyes scanning in the rooms looking for the little man of sand. Fear clutching deep within his soul that his friend was hurt or... No Jack, he is okay!

The sound of shifting sand called Jack to the room at the end, his eyes flicking around the grand room before landing on a sleeping Sandy, tossing and turning in his sleep with rabidly shifting sand above his head. Jack flew to his friend's side and did the only thing he could think of, he stuck his hand into the cloud.

A bright light flashed before his eyes before he felt his body shifting in a way that was familiar and unfamiliar all at once before pain. He could feel pain and fear, his body ached with the sensation, the sensation of fear spreading throughout his body and magical core. It corrupted him and consumed him and he knew that if it reached its goal then he would cease to exist.

Sounds echoed through his head as he struggled to push himself up, his eyes locking on to swirling black sand. Fear churned in him, he was never going to see his friends again… Pitch had won, he had captured him…

"Scheyeta!"

The sound of his voice caused Jack to snap his head up, realisation hitting him before he pushed himself up. He wasn't dying, he wasn't captured by Pitch, how could he be Pitch was gone.

"Sandy!" He rasped out, his body pushing forward and down from the weight. "SANDY!" he tried again louder as he saw a golden glow before him.

"Wake up!" He yelled before dropping to his knees grasping his stomach. He used the last of his strength and lifted his staff before letting a jolt of frost explode from the tip.

His eyes snapped open before he shot up with a gasp, his lungs and chest burning with pain. He spluttered as he gasped trying to inhale the air that rushed forth.

Thank you Jack… Sandy uttered as he moved to his friends side, I couldn't shake that fear, that memory. I am sorry you had to experience that night, that moment... He continued, marvelling as Jack waved him off gasping out the phrase that's what friends are fore before passing out in exhaustion.

Sandy gently picked his friend up off the floor and placed him on the bed, wondering what his life would have been like if Jack wasn't in it.

A terrible thing… his mind resolved before he tinkled the sand over the boy and letting him have some good dreams.