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Mar 9 2018, 03:39 PM
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Moving among the tress of Neverland was hardly Tink’s forte but today it was going to have to be. Since coming here she hadn’t often made an appearance when Peter was with those ‘Lost Boys’ of his – the only one she had ever really communicated with was the youngest one currently on the island, Bae, when it came to the others she’d much rather just keep herself to herself and out of their way. Some of them had made it very clear from day one that they were not afraid of using violence to solve their problems and no matter how long she ended up being here she was adamant she wouldn’t turn to such ways; however, when she knew Peter was away from his boys she would always eventually show her face….<br>
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….Just not necessarily straight away….<br>
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He was below her, right below her in fact, and all she would need to do is jump down and she would be able to surprise him….maybe even take him off guard; but however much she wanted to do that there was also a big part of her, the mischievous part, that wanted to see how long she could ‘play’ with him for. The fairy rather enjoyed the company of the boy who had given her a home here so she wanted to have as much of his time as she could before he inevitably went back to the pack of wild animals he called ‘boys’.<br>
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Of course this would all be a whole lot easier if she still had her magic, given that Peter would be more than happy to use his own against her once she got her little game with him started, but there was no point in dwelling on something she couldn't change - she was just going to have to use the trees to her advantage as best she could. "You know....." As she finally spoke out she carefully manoeuvred herself along the branch she was currently resting on and onto the next tree. If she used enough speed she would be able to trick him have him oblivious to the exact location as to where her voice was coming from....something that probably seemed a lot easier when she had thought it through. There was certainly enough foliage on each of them to keep her hidden. "...when I first came here you said this island was far too dangerous to be walking about alone. So what makes you an exception? No one is invincible."<br>
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Her blue eyes remained fixed on him as she moved from tree to tree, only losing her footing once but managing to regain it quickly, a smile quickly beginning to light up her face as she convinced herself this was working. "Come on Peter, tell me, you know an awful lot about me and yet I know so very little of you."




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Running away…..it had been the only plan that had seemed logical to the vulnerable fairy right now. The man, boy, whatever he was that had been stood before her had known her name and yet she had never seen him before in her life and in the Enchanted Forest a stranger knowing your name never ended well.<br>
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Speaking of the Enchanted Forest, the only place she had ever called home, the further Tink ran (or rather stumbled) through the forest the less she seemed to recognise. In fact, if she thought long enough about it, she hadn’t recognised ANYTHING around her. Not even the aroma that filled the air around her was familiar. To make matters worse the trees around her seemed to be closing in around her causing the sun to be shut out and any source of light to be extinguished too.<br>
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Instinctively she reached down to where she would normally store her wand inside a small pouch, forgetting that it had been taken from her by Blue, but when her hand reached nothing but an empty space her heart sank down into her stomach like a lead balloon. She was in a strange place, with a strange person no doubt gaining on her, with no chance of seeing even inches in front of her anytime soon and now she had no magic to help her out. "I just want to go home...." Her voice almost sounded like that of a scared young child, coming out no louder than a whimper, as she fell back against a nearby tree just as a solitary tear made it's way down her cheek.<br>
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Nothing was making any sense to her and the longer she tried to make it do so the more the pain in her head started to grow. Her hand travelled up to where the pain was worse and she could feel the blood still escaping whatever wound she had sustained.....there was no way she was going to get anywhere fast but perhaps if she stayed within the dark shadows of the forest the stranger would soon grow bored and lose all interest in her....<br>
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....hopefully.




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<h1>"Now, Tinker Bell was not all bad. Sometimes she was all good. But fairies are so small they only have room for one feeling at a time."
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If there was any day in her life Tinkerbell had truly felt like a young child it was today....a carnival was in Storybrooke! Okay so she didn't actually now what a carnival was for she had never been to one but just the sounds alone that came from it was enough to get her excited for whatever it was she was about to see. The air was a mix of laughter and excited screams and even before her eyes fell upon the fun scene that now decorated the town she could see just how happy it was making people.<bR>
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Not a single person that her and James passed had a frown on their face, or worry in their eyes, and despite the bad stuff that so often enveloped this place it was almost like this event was allowing people to just forget about the negativity in their lives temporarily....and the sheer happiness radiating from everyone couldn't have made the fairy any happier, her smile was already stretching from ear to ear, and as she leaned a little closer into James' body a contented sigh rolled from her lips.<br>
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"This is the sort of thing this town needs you know. I don't just mean Valentine's......as far as I am concerned you don't need one day of the year to tell someone you love them, you should be telling them every day, I mean all of this fun!" A chorus of screams echoed out around them as one of the many rides reached it's most exciting point and Tink stopped both her and James in their steps as the scene of the carnival finally came into her line of sight. "You sure you're up for this?"<br>
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It had been a couple of months since James had surprised her on the night of the masked ball with a proposal - for the first time in her whole life she had found herself completely speechless as she looked between him and the gorgeous ring he had been holding out towards her - but she was still more than aware that James wasn't as lovey-dovey as his brother and this carnival looked like Cupid had just thrown up everywhere. "I don't want you feeling like you have to be here just because I want to be."

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If someone had told Tinkerbell a year ago how happy her life was going to turn out she would never have believed them. She had been through so much in her life that she had started to think that she deserved all the darkness in it, all the death, because she had never been a good fairy. A constant breaker of the rules set by her mentor, Blue, it hadn’t been long before all faith was lost in her and her wings were taken from her…then Pan came into her life and that was when the darkness took over. Yet despite all of that she now found herself in an incredibly happy place.<br>
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Her and James were together….FINALLY, her best friend from Neverland was getting married and had asked her to be a big part of it, and to top it all off Jefferson had recently come back into her life. They had known one another for the majority of their lives, she had helped him through the traumatic event of losing his wife and the first couple of years of his daughter’s life, their friendship was like no other one she had in her life. If there was any two people in this town, besides Snow and Charming, who knew each other inside and out it was Tinkerbell and Jefferson.<br>
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Which is why the blonde fairy was currently stood in the main street with a look of confusion etched onto her face as her blue eyes cast themselves onto her friend at the other side of the road to her. It wasn’t a school day and yet he was stood outside a shop completely on his own…there didn’t seem to be any sign of Grace being around. Given all the years they had spent apart she knew he wouldn’t waste any opportunity to spend time with her….and then there was the attire he had chosen to wear, it wasn’t like him at all. Unless…<br>
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”Oh no…” He had to be losing it again…it was the only logical explanation she could come up with. Well she was dammed if she was going to just walk on by. In the blink of an eye she disappeared from where she had been stood and reappeared directly in front of him – that would have been enough of a shock for anyone but then before he even had a chance to react she jumped up and wrapped both her legs and her arms around him as though she was a koala clinging desperately onto a tree branch. <br>
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”Now I know they call you the ‘Mad Hatter’ here…” The fairy’s words were barely even audible as she buried her face into his neck. ”…but what’s with the clothes?....and the hair for that matter?"

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<p>This was why she should have stayed inside the shop where she, James, and Thomas had all been perfectly safe but as usual her curiosity had got the better of her and she had the sudden need to know what was causing the apocalyptic chaos currently swamping the town. Of course she had tried to make sure that James stayed behind so that he could recover properly but there was no stopping the hot-headed Prince…..there never had been once he got an idea into his head.<br>
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Now not only did she have to make sure she didn’t get herself killed she had to make sure he didn’t aggravate the wounds he’d already sustained. A task which would have been a whole lot easier if a whole horde of the undead weren’t currently surrounding the two of them.<br>
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Back on Neverland Peter had taught her how to fight in hand-to-hand combat but even she knew that such an option would be completely futile in this situation which meant that there was only one option she could turn to…..her magic. It had never been used to maim or to kill before, it wasn’t the fairy way, but without her using it right now they would both end up not coming out of this alive.<br>
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”James get behind me…now!” Without looking to see if he had followed her instruction she pulled her wand out ready to defend in any way that she needed to but there was no chance for her to even utter a single word as she felt a sharp pain rip through her head before a darkness consumed her.<br>
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Tinkerbell wasn’t sure how long she had been out for but before she’d even opened her eyes she knew she was no longer in the streets of Storybrooke it was too quiet around her, the only thing she could hear was water dripping in a far corner of wherever she was, and the hard floor beneath her hands felt damp and dirty. The pain was still invading her head as she pushed herself up onto her unsteady feet and finally opened her eyes.<br>
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”Whe…Where are we?” We…..yes she had been with someone….it took her mind a while to work properly but once it did her eyes widened in horror as she remembered that James had been with her. ”James?.....James?!” The panic was beginning to become more than apparent in her voice as she tried to see through the darkness of the cell in the hope that he would be there.


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