"Woohoo!" The joyous cheer echoed throughout the pond, causing familiar heads to turn towards its owner's way. She was a spirited young fairy with a long braid trailing behind her. "You guys!" she called to the other fairies ahead.

"Fawn!" the other three responded and flew over to the tree she had perched on.

Fawn urged them to huddle. "Guess who asked me to the Winter Ball?" she flapped her wings excitedly. "C'mon, guess!"

"Oh, is it that water fairy you keep noticing and pointing out every time you visit me?" a gentle-toned fairy by the name of Silvermist giggled. "Um…Cobalt was his name I believe?"

Fawn shook her head furiously. "No, not him."

A vibrant fairy by the name of Rosetta with a country accent gasped. "Don't tell me…" But seeing her friend's excited smile only confirmed her idea. "Oh, doodler-doodads! It is!?"

"Who?" Silvermist tilted her head to the side.

Rosetta turned to her, now hovering above the ground and eyes wide with excitement. "Seth asked Fawn to the Winter Ball!"

The dark-skinned fairy began fluttering her wings as well. "THE Seth!?" she puffed.

"Yes, Iridessa, THE Seth!" Fawn circled around her. "He's good with animals just like me! And he's so eccentric-"

"Not to mention good-looking," Rosetta cut in with a sly smile.

Fawn blushed. "Y-yeah…that, too," she mumbled shyly. "Oh, I'm just so happy! I think we're destined spirits."

Silvermist placed a hand on Fawn's shoulder. "Congratulations, Fawn," she tuned.

"So now…" Iridessa pointed as she spoke. "I'm with Luminas, Silvermist's with Glace, Rosetta's with Cosmo, and Fawn with Seth. We've all got dates!"

"Not exactly, hun…" Rosetta shook her head uncertainly.

Iridessa rolled her eyes and laughed. "Rosetta, if you're talking about Tinkerbell, I think it's pretty OBVIOUS as to whom she's going with." She led the girls over to a lower branch and pointed to the sight below. "See for yourselves." They all peered down and smirked.

"Of course," Fawn snickered. "Him."

"Those two were meant to be," Silvermist added dreamily, batting her long eyelashes.

Rosetta fixed her hair and placed a hand on her cheek. "You can definitely say that again," she complimented the dark-haired fairy.

Silvermist complied. "Those two were meant to be."

The fairies giggled simultaneously.

Below the tree, a few yards away, was Tinkerbell's house/workshop. A certain male fairy with light-blond hair and sapphire eyes flew to her door and softly knocked on it. "Hey, Tink," he whispered. "Got a minute?"

The door opened and on the other side was Tinkerbell, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. She stretched and emitted a heavy yawn, scattering golden dust all about.

"Wh-oa," her companion laughed, dusting himself clean. "Someone's been working late. It's almost noon you know. I'm already off my shift and you're STILL in bed." He removed some strands of fair bangs from her half-closed eyes. "There."

Tinkerbell smiled and giggled. "Hi, Terence," she greeted lethargically and invited him inside.

Terence floated himself in and sat on a chair. He looked around. Screws and springs were everywhere, dust and crumbs all over the floor, and the spiral stairs were decorated with her green dresses. He chuckled in amusement. This tinker hasn't changed a bit. Her place is still a total mess.

Tinkerbell prepared the tea and gave him his cup. "Excuse the mess," she told him, taking a sip. "I haven't had time to clean lately. Ugh, I feel awful!"

"Why would you?" Terence rose an eyebrow. "No sleep?"

"Well…that…AND that I'm suppose to know how to clean up after myself!" Tinkerbell smacked herself on the head. "I'm a total failure!"

Terence couldn't help but smile. There she goes- overreacting again. "Don't worry so much, Tink," he soothed and placed his cup on the table. He flew to the dust pan and broom and began to work. "I'll do this for you."

Tinkerbell flew towards him, fussing in embarrassment. "No, Terence, I can't have you do that! It's not right. You're a guest a-and…"

"Don't mind doing this," Terence finished for her. "Really. You just focus on getting the projects Fairy Mary assigned you done. You know how upset she can be when tasks and assignments are left unfinished."

Tinkerbell pouted apologetically. "…you really don't mind?" she asked.

"Positive."

That brought a bright smile to Tinkerbell's face. "Oh, thank you so much!" she squealed, hugging him tightly. "You're the best, Terence."

Terence grinned and hugged her back, laughing softly. "Yeah, I know," he replied.

Tinkerbell pulled away and glided to her desk. "W-well then I best get work," she stammered. "After all, this…err…project is due this evening. Heh. Don't wanna get Fairy Mary all riled up now."

Terence nodded. "…yeah. Better finish up." He watched as the young tinker took her seat and immediately went to work on some unknown contraption. "Hey."

"Hm?" Tinkerbell looked up at him with curious azure eyes.

Terence paused for a bit before shaking his head. "No, never mind," he mumbled. "Sorry about that."

He sure is acting strange? "It's alright," Tinkerbell assured him and resumed working. But for some reason, her gaze shifted to the dust-talented fairy, acutely following his movements. For the next 2-3 minutes, she stayed like that, unable to look away. C'mon, Tinkerbell. You've gotta work! Don't let all HIS hard work go to waste.

Terence felt a stare and looked back at her. "…?"

Tinkerbell quickly looked away, trying her best not to blush. Unfortunately, a bright red tint was visible on her cheeks as her emotions were blatant as usual. Oh no, oh no…

Terence noticed this and approached her. "Hey, Tink, you're getting all red," he pointed out. "Are you angry? Um, should I leave?"

Angry? No, I'm not. So why AM I turning red? "Uh…no, I-I'm NOT angry or anything," she quickly answered, trying desperately to hide her face behind her unfinished invention.

"Then why are you so red?"

"It's um…probably the heat. Ah, yes! It's the heat! Phew, it's really, REALLY hot in here. Someone open the window."

Hot? Terence looked at her with immense disbelief. "Tink, you can't be serious!" he exclaimed. "It's like…around 60 degrees outside and its gusty! That is definitely not hot."

"Hey!" Tinkerbell snapped. "I am extremely sensitive to weather changes. And right now, for me, it is very hot. If it gets any hotter, I will definitely faint. So please, sir, do open that window thus relieving me of this agony."

Terence rolled his eyes and mockingly bowed. "As my fair princess wishes," he hummed and opened the windows. He braced himself as the cold wind rushed in, nearly blowing him out of balance.

Tinkerbell shivered as the wind struck her delicate skin. 'My fair princess.' The words echoed inside her mind like a chant. Much to her dismay, she could not ask him about it due to the fact she was busy trying to warm herself. Heat ran through her body when she felt something warm placed on her shoulders. She turned and found Terence floating behind her.

"You're a terrible liar," he said with a smirk.

"…" Tinkerbell grasped his khaki vest tightly, eyes fallen downcast in shame. "I'm sorry."

Terence gave her a placid pat on the head. "Don't be."

"OH, MY!"

Terence and Tinkerbell turned towards the door, eyes wide in surprise. There stood a beautiful fairy with long, flowing brown hair and auburn eyes conveying displeasure. She had on a ginger mini dress and yellow flats with peach ribbons to compliment her long legs.

"Stella," Terence acknowledged.

Tinkerbell furrowed her brows. "Stella?" she repeated distastefully.

"She's a new worker at the depot," Terence explained. "Pretty popular with the guys, not to mention…"

Tinkerbell felt something sour grow within her. "You included?" she mumbled.

Terence looked at her and could see some sort of pain in her eyes. He could not really recognize what kind, but it did not matter. "No way," he winked. "She's not my type."

The sour feeling was slightly ameliorated. "…I see," Tinkerbell nodded.

"Terence," the brunette beauty tweeted and flew over to him, completely ignoring the baffled tinker. She took his hand and began pulling him towards the door. "Come with me to the depot!"

"What for?" Terence asked, a bit irritated at her rudeness.

"I need to talk to Fairy Gary about my position for tomorrow," Stella reasoned.

"Then why not talk to him yourself?"

"Because I'm kind of scared…" She tightened her hold and placed her head on his shoulder. "Please, Terence?"

Tinkerbell's golden glow quickly changed into a red one to match the color of her face. Why that little- She's all over him! She was about to explode when Terence spoke in her place.

"Alright," he sighed in aggravation. "Just…please; can you let go of me?"

Stella blushed and giggled, pulling away. "Sorry…"

Terence turned to Tinkerbell. "Sorry, Tink," he groaned. "Depot business we've gotta take care of. I'll catch ya later, okay? Good luck on that project!" He exited the house with Stella and off they flew towards the depot.

Infuriated, Tinkerbell stomped over to the windows and closed them. She then slammed the door shut and let out a frustrated scream. "I can't believe her- ignoring me like that!" She kicked a box over. "Just who does that 'Stella' think she IS!?"

A lone screw rolled her way.

Tinkerbell calmed herself down and removed Terence's vest from her body. "And the way she clung onto him…" she trailed off. Why do I get this horrible feeling just thinking about it?