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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>
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>
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>
”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>
”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>
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>
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>
”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>
”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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Tinkerbell had never been one to follow the rules; while all the other fairies did whatever they could to please their mentor, Blue, Tink pretty much did anything and everything to annoy her. It wasn’t deliberate, exactly, but there was simply so much of the world she wanted to see…the whole thing of cooping oneself up into a flower at the end of the day had never sit well with her. There was no excitement to be had there and that was when she started to wander through to different realms. If she was ever caught she would be in some serious trouble but knowing that only spurred her on even more.<br>


It was her wandering about the realms that had brought her to Wonderland; it was a strange place and even now as she entered it for th-<br>


Just as she entered the realm she stopped mid-flight as her lips pursed in thought and she started to count silently on her fingers. How many times was it now that she had been here? Once she had counted off all her fingers the fairy began to lose count and so she quickly shrugged it off before transforming herself to her full human form and wriggling her back so that her wings retracted back inside. There was only one reason she kept coming back here…to see the first human person she had ever spoken to. Jefferson.<br>


"Well, well, the little green fairy has returned. A deep, croaky, voice shortly followed by an overwhelming cloud of smoke was the first thing the blonde was greeted with and although the voice didn’t sound at all welcoming a large grin lit up her face and stretched itself from one ear to the other.<br>


“Absolem! A pleasure as always.” Moving her way through the oversized blades of grass that surrounded the area she stopped as the giant caterpillar came into view. “Maybe one of the days I come here I will see a smile on that face of yours!” Almost as though he was moving in slow motion the top part of his form turned to face the little fairy as he narrowed his eyes down at her. ”A feat of which is largely impossible.” He calmly stated before going back to the instrument he was smoking from. Shaking her head as a small laugh escaped from her lips Tinkerbell skipped away as another cloud of smoke enveloped her small frame.<br>


She was determined to get that fat caterpillar smiling at some point.<br>


Time passed differently between realms so although it had only been a matter of weeks since the last time she had graced the grounds of Wonderland it could have been any amount of time for him; days, weeks, months….maybe even years. She was rather hoping it wasn’t the latter. ”Oh Jefferson!” The way she called out his name as she continued down the path almost made it sound like she was about to burst into song as she allowed the excitement of seeing him again take over completely.

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"Aw come on now. I know I'm not the best fairy when it comes to animals but I'm trying here....." The rather dishevelled blonde seemed to be talking to thin air as she rounded the corner and found herself on the main street of Storybrooke because there certainly wasn't anything around her that she could have been talking to. She had just visited the local animal shelter and adopted the most adorable ball of fluff of a dog she had ever seen. It was supposed to be a surprise for James. albeit probably not a very good one, and yet just moments after walking out of the shelter the four-legged creature had disappeared on her.<br>
Her friend Fawn, a fairy who seemed to be ridiculously attuned to anything of the animal kind, would be incredibly furious with her right now if she was witnessing this scene unfold. It was only a small thing so it couldn't have gone all that far....she was just going to have to try and find the thing before something bad happened.<br>
For a moment or two she simply stood on the spot, pursing her lips, as she thought on what she was going to do. It was only when her eyes started to drift around at her surroundings to see if she could see any sign of the dog that she noticed the tiny paw prints decorating the pavement. Thank goodness it had run through some form of mud on it's little escapade away from her.<br>
"Gotcha!" A delighted grin lit up her face as she dropped down onto the ground, on all fours, and started to follow the paw prints around as though she was a dog as well....after all how could she find it without getting into the same mindset as the animal? For a good while they just went straight ahead, meaning that there weren't many obstacles for her to manoeuvre around, but then they took a whole new direction as they veered off to the right. Before she even had a chance to look up to see what was around her she found herself colliding with something hard. "Ow!" Her cry of pain sounded out immediately as a bruise already started to form on her forehead. "Seriously? Who decided to put a lamp post here?!"


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<p>The knife was driven into his back before she had even been able to react. She had been clear of the spell that Pan had placed upon everyone else and yet her entire body seemed to freeze from the shock of the situation. From where she was stood Tink could only see the back of Rumple, Gold, whatever the hell he wanted to be called now but the one thing that was in clear view was Pan’s face.<br>


The pain he felt was clearly written all over it and it wasn’t long before the colour drained from it and his magic had faded enough to revert him back to his older self. The fairy’s heart had never broken as much as it did at that moment…..had he seen her watching? Did he know she had failed him?<br>


The tears cascaded from her eyes as she watched him disappear along with the very person who had killed him. It was over. The one person she had trusted was gone…..
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As they had been in her mind the tears rolled down Tinkerbell’s cheeks as she shot up in her bed and gasped in as much air as she could – not realising that the whole time the scene had been playing itself out in her dreams she had been holding her breath. <br>


It was the same every night.<br>


The scene would play out in her mind as though it was happening all over again and no matter how hard she tried to force herself over to him, to stop the knife, she never succeeded.<br>


This was going to be another night of not being able to sleep. Tinkerbell should have been used to it by now considering she had been in Storybrooke for a number of weeks now since it happened, maybe it was even months, she wasn’t entirely sure as time passed by here differently to how it had done on Neverland but she couldn’t get the image of Pan dying out of her head. It was like it had been etched into her mind purposefully, so that she would remember her betrayal, so that she would never forget the fact that she hadn’t been able to do anything to stop it.<br>


Her blue eyes glanced over to the other side of the bed to check that she hadn’t woken James; he was going through his own issues right now so the last thing he needed was to know that it was all still affecting her. She doubted he would understand anyway, no one would, they all hated Pan here – despised him even – why would they care if she was finding his death hard? He was a murderer….an evil force that concealed himself in the form of a young boy. In their eyes no one could possibly form an attachment to him.<br>


As a soft sigh escaped her lips she carefully slid herself out of the bed before dressing herself in a simple pair of jeans along with a jumper and her leather boots. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep tonight so there was no point in simply laying in the bed tossing and turning…instead a walk into the forest would prove to be far more productive – it was the only place in Storybrooke where she felt completely at ease – the vast canopy of trees reminding her of the island she had spent so many decades on.</div>

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