The Accident: A Tinker Bell Fanfiction

3. Tinker Bell is Gone

The Accident

3.

Terence could not believe his fair-haired beauty had passed away. Her light had gone out far too soon. Fairies live very long lives, much longer than humans do. For a fairy to perish at such a young age was a tragedy indeed. So many thousands of years not lived, such much potential never realized. So many things never tinkered. One heart stopped beating. Another wished it could.

The young dust keeper gently scooped up the body of Tinker Bell in his arms. His stricken mind struggled with what to do next.

Where to take her? The hospital? What could they do for her there? Tinker's Nook? Fairy Mary would send him to the hospital.

The Pixie Dust Tree so that Queen Clarion could mourn Tinker Bell's passing? Yes, to the queen so that all of Pixie Hollow could say goodbye to the greatest talent it has ever known.

Terence flittered off towards the great oak tree where the seat of Pixie Hollow's monarchy resided. He could feel the warmth of her body against his own. It was almost as if she weren't dead. The boy kept looking at her sweet, cherubic face. Even in death, she was beautiful.

Tinker Bell was so innocent in her ways. The world was so wonderful to her tinker mind. She loved to explore everything. Dr. Griffiths once said she was like "a fascinated child with the brain of an engineer." She had to understand how everything worked. Dr. Griffiths even purchased a set of textbooks on mechanical engineering so she could read them when Tinker Bell visited during the summer.

His heart sank. What would he tell Lizzy and her father? What would he tell Peter Pan and the Lost Boys? How do you tell someone that his or her dear friend has died?

All of this weighed heavily on his heart. Tinker Bell had so many friends and they would have to find out. He would need to tell them. Iridessa, Fawn, Rosetta, Silvermist and Vidia, they were her closest friends, outside of himself. They were their own little clique.

Then he thought of Periwinkle, her sister. How would he break the news to her? They were both born of the same laugh, possessing the same curiosity and stubbornness and both with similar circles of friends. Poor Periwinkle would likely take it the hardest.

Tink and Peri being sisters understood more than any other pixie what it meant to have family. It was what made their relationship with the Griffiths so different. They could relate.

His mind had considered all these things in only a short time. When he looked back, the stream was still very close. It seemed like the journey would take forever.

Then he felt a wave of something come crashing over him. It was familiar and comfortable. Suddenly, Terence no longer felt her loss. He was at peace and unencumbered. He could not understand why or where it came from. When it ended, he was compelled to put her body down and listen, but for what? She was dead. The only sounds were the distant brook, the rustling of the trees and the wind blowing through the tall grass. That's when he heard something, a gargle or rattling sound. He looked at Tinker Bell and put his ears to her mouth. There was nothing..., and then he heard it again. Was she breathing? How could this be, she had stopped breathing moments ago. She was dead; Terence was so sure of it.

Terence placed his ear to her chest. He waited and waited, but finally her heart beat. It was so faint he almost missed it. Was that why he thought she was dead? Was her beating heart too weak to hear? Why could he hear it now? No matter, Tinker Bell was alive. He was so overjoyed he thanked the second star for hearing his prayers, if a star could hear a prayer.

Her voice..., her voice came to him, but she was not conscious. Help me, it said. He could only hear it in his head. Help me, Terence! His mind was playing tricks on him, it had to be, but it broke him from his stunned, joyful reverie. Terence picked her up and launched himself into the air. He pushed his wings as fast as he could beat them. Then he pushed harder, shooting through the air like a bullet..., like a fast flyer.