Return to Never Land

chapter 8

The girls quickly made their way to Peter's hideout. Felicity led Jane to Tinker Belle's bedroom. It was too late though once they got there. Felicity pulled the leaf back to show Tinker Belle in bed, but it was far too late. Tinker Belle lost all color in her face, she wasn't breathing or moving, she had died while everyone was away.

"Oh, Tinker Belle..." Felicity's voice wavered.

"Tink..." Jane's eyes itched with tears. "It's true..."

Felicity took out her family handkerchief to dry her eyes and handed it to Jane. She took it in return and blew her nose. It was truly a sad sight indeed. It was true that fairies needed belief to live, and since Jane didn't believe, Tinker Belle was now dead.

"This is all my fault, Felicity," Jane took Felicity's hands and looked her in the eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Both girls held each other and cried.

"You were too grown up to believe in fairies..." Felicity gulped with tears drenching her pigtails.

"No," Jane squeezed Felicity. "I believe in them now."

"Maybe that could work!" Felicity broke the hug and clapped her hands together.

"Felicity, what are you doing?" Jane asked.

"Jeanne, come on," Felicity continued to clap. "Clap your hands if you believe in fairies!"

"I don't know if this'll work."

"Jeanne.... Sil vous plait... Please!"

Jane sighed and clapped her hands along with Felicity. As they did, there was a bell chime noise. Both girls turned to see Tinker Belle had become alive. The clapping worked after all!

"Sacre Bleu, she's alive!" Felicity squealed.

"Tinker Belle?" Jane couldn't believe it. "Oh, this is wonderful!"

Tinker Belle chimed and went to the girls with a smile. She was a lot nicer toward them now since they saved her life. She thanked them and patted their heads with a friendly smile.

"This is wonderful, Felicity," Jane turned to her distant cousin. "Wait until Peter-, Oh my gosh, Peter!"

"Come on, we better get to them!" Felicity cried.

"But we can't fly, the dust wore off on us!" Jane cried.

Tinker Belle floated toward them and scratched her head to release pixie dust on them to make them fly. She smiled at them and floated to where Peter was being held captive as the girls followed. As the girls were on their way, there came to octopus Felicity met earlier.

"Look out, Felicity!" Jane cried out in fear.

"Bonjour Monsieur Poulpe." Felicity waved.

The octopus waved back.

"You guys are friends?" Jane wondered.

"Oui, oui," Felicity nodded, then turned to the orange sea creature. "Monsieur Poulpe, Jeanne and I need your help with a certain pirate captain."

The octopus looked angry and he spoke in his animal language to Felicity.

"You hate him too, huh?" Felicity asked. "Bet you want him gone, too, huh?"

The octopus nodded and pointed to his open mouth, and licked his lips to show he was hungry.

"Tell you what, you help us and you can eat Capitaine Crochet." Felicity said with a wink. "Affaire?"

The octopus looked at her confusedly.

"That means 'deal' in French." Felicity translated.

The octopus then understood and nodded in agreement.