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Day One: Morning
Who: Tinker Bell and Martha Jones
What: Tink and Martha wake up in the woods by the gym and find themselves 1) together and 2) someplace that definitely isn't where they should be.
When: Day One Morning (around 8:30am)
Where: In the woods by the gym
Rating: PG-13 for language and situational implications in pasts
Status: Complete


Things hadn't exactly been going Tinkerbell's way for a while now. If one bothered to ask her when her problems began, she would, most assuredly, tell you that they all started when Peter Pan met Wendy Darling and received a kiss from her. That, surely, had to be the single moment when it all began sliding, with increasing speed, straight down the hill. At that very moment, in fact, she had been locked up in a drawer! Never before had she experienced such an injustice or captivity. They were both unpleasant and unfamiliar. Unfortunately, injustice had become her new found friend. Wendy had stuck around. Her plans to be rid of the Wendy had failed, time and time again, and Peter had even taken to scolding her. Eventually, Peter had to let the Darlings go home. That had seemed like a stroke of luck! They were alone again, and there weren't even lost boys this time. Unfortunately, happiness was not hers for the taking. Peter, within a year, had all but completely forgotten her while she was right there in plain sight.

Nothing killed a fairy faster than being forgotten. It was a beautiful night, the moon was high and all was quiet. Neverland had never been the same after the death of most of the Indians and the execution of all of the Pirates. The Wild Beasts were hungry and had taken to hunting each other instead of hunting the Indians, Peter was flightier and more irritable than ever, and the fairies had full reign over whatever parts of the island they wanted. They mostly kept to Pixie Hollow, but they could wander without impunity. Tink, lonely and sad, had not moved back there. It probably would have been better if she had. As Peter began to forget her, she felt herself getting weaker and weaker. Eventually, this morning, she could no longer go on. She hadn't even said goodbye to Peter; there was no point, as he no longer saw or heard her. She had stretched herself, in some forgotten glade, on a mushroom, closed her eyes, and counted backwards, waiting for death to claim her.

It was chilly. If there was one thing that Tink had heard about the afterlife, if there was one, it was that you weren't really supposed to feel anything.

Her eyes began to flicker open, slowly, as if in disbelief, and she slowly began to realize that she was, somehow, still alive. Sitting up, she found that she was on the ground, laying in some very tall grass, and some gigantic trees were around her. They were not any of the familiar trees, though, so she was probably not where she'd fallen asleep. Her glow, once she was fully awake, began to reactivate itself. It was a pale, heatless, golden halo around her entire body. Standing up, fixing her hair, wanting to look her best if she was not, in fact, dead and there was someone around, she began scanning the area, trying to get her bearings.

"Woah," she said in fairy speak, which sounded, to most, like the jingling of bells. As she looked around, she noticed a dark skinned woman laying on the ground. The woman was huge! Yes, some of the Lost Boys had gotten pretty big (though she'd never figured how it was possible to get tubby off of imaginary food), but this woman was the biggest human she'd ever met. She dwarfed the Wendy. She was terrifying...and vastly fascinating at the same time!

Adjusting her dress, which was green and made of finely stitched leaves with golden accents, she primped and then began marching the vast wastes of ground between herself and the gigantic woman. The sky was ominous, a fitting background for this most excellent adventure, and she stood out against the darkness. Joy was beginning to fill her little heart. She was impossibly excited, and it showed in the brilliant golden glow of her aura. Bell was positively radiant. A hop and she was airborne, gossamer wings fluttering, though her trip was short. She landed, very delicately, on the woman's chest. Odd, it was differently shaped than the Wendy's. It was more like her own wonderfully curvaceous and attractive figure. Human children could seldom claim that. Fascinating, indeed! Walking up her chest, she gently gripped at the woman's chin and climbed up. Her hair blew back in the air from her breathing. Eyes wide, she hopped onto the woman's nose and took a seat, legs crossed, chin resting on her hands. Up close, she didn't look very out of the ordinary. Plain, even. Tink grinned to herself. This woman was acceptable; no way could she compete with her own ethereal beauty.