Standard disclaimer-I do not own Bridge to Terabihia and/or anything from it or about it.

A/N: I am just writing what if happened if things were different in movie, book, and life by itself. I just think that here is too much pain in real life and that we do not need to read about more pain in others lifes. Anyway, I am writing this based on latest movie, I haven't read the book and I know just some things from book, but not enough to base on it whole story.

I am just 17 years old and I live in Slovakia. My primary language is Slovak, but instead of writing in Slovak, which probably nearly nobody would be able to read, I chose to write in English. I am trying all my best to be as correct in grammar as I want, but no promises. I hope you will enjoy my first story ever.

Martin

Chapter 1.

Bad dream

Jesse just have returned from recent trip, with a huge smile on his face, walked to the main door of his house. He looked on the left, to the Burke's house, smiled upon it, and walked forward. Then he opened door, walked in and greeted everybody. His whole family was in living room, 'like they were crying or something', he said to himself. Brenda said aloud: "We thought you were dead!". "Dead?" he asked, not knowing if loud or to himself. His father looked at him tired and with compassion look and said most unexpected words, that hit him so hard, that it took him few seconds to record what he have right heard. "You're lying, she's not dead you're lying! " Jesse screamed aloud, and ran out of his house, strait to Leslie's... and then he saw the police cars...

"Jess, Jess, wake up, wake up!" Someone was shaking him in his own bed. He rubbed his eyes and focused his look to the location from where came those voices...

"Jess, you were screaming from sleep that Leslie is dead! You scared me!" Maybelle spoke again.

"I, uh, um, I just had a bad dream, yeah, a nightmare, probably," said Jesse as he was getting up from his bad. He recorded that he was in his room, probably some time in the middle of night, judging from darkness.

"So are you OK, Jess?" Maybelle interrupted his thoughts again.

"Yes, I think" said Jesse uncertainly, "Yes, I am OK, go back to your bad and do not ever think about saying what had happened this night, or... or else!" Jesse said it seriously, but after he saw how much he scared her and that she was just worried about him, he spoke again, but much softer that before: "I am fine, go to sleep, we will do something together tomorrow, ok?". And, just to comfort her more, he added a smile.

She went ho her bad, turned off her lamp, so the darkness could fill their room. 'What the hell was that dream about?!' he asked himself, as he was getting back to his bad. 'Was it just a dream, wasn't it?' And then, like if Maybelle was reading his mind, she asked her last question, at least Jesse hoped: "And are you sure Leslie is ok?" It took him few seconds to respond: "Yes, she is save in her house". "I hope so," Maybelle added more quietly, and turned on her bad to face the wall of their room, Jesse judged from scroop of her bed.

'I hope she is ok,' he kept thinking about her, 'I need some proof! Yeah, that's it! I'll go to check it out!'. He waited few more minutes, to ensure that Maybelle was sleeping. 'But how? I can't just run through main door, there is no way how could I go down those stairs without notice and around dad! He will probably kill me if he find me sneaking and trying to get out in the middle of night! I need better idea!' he kept thinking, and after that he got it! 'I can go through window, like they do it in that movies! I always works!' He slowly get from his bed, picked up some jacket, grabbed something that looked like sandals and quietly approached their window. 'At least it is opened enough,' he said as he was getting through it, slowly stepping on roof, hoping he wont fell through roof instead of window and land in room under him. His wishes were fulfilled. He realized that there was raining, 'This is the last thing I need to... to slip down from wet roof in that mud!'. As he approached the edge of it, he realized how high it was. 'I can't jump there!' he declared, but then he remembered why he was standing there, in rain, on the edge of roof. 'Anything for Leslie!' he said right when he jumped down, into quite dry grass, so he doesn't get so muddy at the beginning of this strange visit to his best friend.

Everything was going on quite good, but just till he came in sight of Burke's house, 'Leslie's house', he thought. He decided to sneak from the behind, to avoid getting in front of Leslie's parents. 'They are probably going to shoot me in my back or knock me down with shovel or something, thinking that I am thief...,' he kept thinking, '...what I am thinking about? Where are they supposed to get shovel inside their bedroom? And I can't imagine that Bill Burke have a gun. But, on the other side, they lived in large town before...,' he was starting to scare himself, 'stop thinking about that and rather find way up to her window!'.

He looked around. He saw lumber that they had left outside. He picked some planks, build some temporary platform, jumped up on it and then right on the roof in front of Leslie's window. He wasn't surprised by finding her window open, because even through it was raining there was still hot. 'They aren't paying much attention to their security...' he was saying to him self while he was climbing on her roof, trying to be noiseless. '...but neither we are, who in here would try to sneak in and steal something here, far from the town, in such a safe district... yeah, maybe here is somebody capable of that-me,' he laughed to himself, a little bit nervously at imagination of Leslie blaming him from stealing something from their house, sneaking in her window, at any reason... And there he was, on her roof. He slowly sneaked closer. He noticed that wind had a little bit picked up. He was hoping that it wouldn't blow him off roof.

He made his last step, right in front of her window, he leaned a little bit to have a better view into her room. Right under her window was her desk, with few books and some white fur lying on two of that books. 'PT', he thoughts, and look around room again. Doors were on the other side of room that window was, and there she was! "She's OK! Thank God!" Jesse said quite louder that he wanted to. He quickly lied down on the roof, hoping that his cover wont be broken. After few seconds he raised his head and saw PT moving, but still keeping low on his books. He observed her room again. Her bed was near opposite wall, on the left side from doors. Doors were at the right end of the opposite wall. She had there some furniture, and wardrobe on the left wall, from his view...

And then the wind picked up again. This time so strong that it picked up some of the lumber and displaced it around their backyard. This made so much nose that PT waked up, barked few times, and then he saw Jesse. He begin to bark even more, greatly enjoyed with his step-master presence. 'If that noise haven't waked Leslie then PT is surely determined to wake her by his own!' "Hush! Go away PT, not now!'' he whispered to PT, and gently pushed him. But it turned out that it wasn't as gently as Jesse wished. PT fell from the table on the ground with loud noise like if you throw rock on the ground, 'he probably took some books down with him! Darn it all!' He quickly went to the end of roof, and jumped, thinking that there was that lumber... but there wasn't.

He felt on the ground, but there wasn't any soft, dry grass, like when he jumped from his roof, this time there was just mud and few planks. His head luckily had missed those planks, but his left hand and left foot wasn't as lucky as the other parts of his body...

Leslie was dreaming about Terabithia, she was having a beautiful time with Jess. They were on their tree house, it was sunset, dusky light, she was sitting at the porch of their tree house and they were holding hands. Jesse had just said her how much he love her, and he was just going to kiss her... when suddenly something have drove her far away from her dreams. "Darn it all!"she said so loud that it may even wake her parents, the same way as Jesse had said few seconds before. 'Jesse was finally going to do it!' this time Leslie tried to control her voice. 'I was getting to the best part!', she whispered. "PT, what in the name of..", but before she was able to finish her sentence, another bang interrupted her.

This time the voice came from outside. She ran to her window and looked around in just a second. She noticed that there was stronger wind like it used to be and saw planks all around their backyard. "That caused that noise, probably.." she said. She was just getting to close her window when she was sure that she heard someone cried out some nasty word, quite aloud that she was able to catch it... it sounded like some nasty word starting on f, and another world that followed was it... "I probably miss some sleep, I am starting to hear voices.." she started to think, "...who would came near our house and would be screaming such a things? It's weird!'' declared Leslie as she went back to her bed. "I wish you could be with with me right now." that was her last words before she went back to sleep.

Jesse started to pick up from the ground, glad that he was at least out of sight of Leslie's or her parent's windows. His body was aching, but the worst pain was in his left arm and left leg. He discovered that his left arm was just wrenched, glad that he can repair it by himself. He picked up his left arm with his right hand, took a deep breath and then pulled it as hard as he could. He screamed out loud, hoping that nobody have heard him, but feeling much better, at least his left arm. Then he looked at his left leg. It was just slightly cut in femur, and also in his pyjamas was cut. 'It needs to be cleaned, or I will get infection or something', Jesse thought. With quite strong pain in his left leg he slowly start moving to his house, thinking how is he now going to climb to roof with that leg. 'There is no way, just through main door', whispered Jesse, put key in doors, quietly unlocked them, got inside and again locked it. And there he stood-right in front of stairs, when an perfect idea ran through his mind.

"I can't believe I am doing this", said Jesse before he started to roll down from stairs, being sure he is making enough noises. Right when he fell on floor, he heard some doors being open. 'What a stupid idea', he cursed him self.

"Oh dear, what had happened!" asked Jesse's mother aloud as she saw him, with his father in tow. Jack, his father was carrying something with his both hands. Jesse realized that they were probably thinking that he is some awkward thief. 'After all events...', he was considering what was the best suitable name for things that he had done that night. But at least he was clever enough to get off his jacket and to switch his pyjamas, because his previous ones were all filled with mud.

Jack had carried him on couch, and said that he is going to sleep, he got another hard day tomorrow ahead. "I will assign your chores to your sisters for tomorrow, but when I will be back home I want a good explanation of all this, do you understand?" said Jack, and it sounded like he was more tired that angry and he went back to his bedroom. Mary, his mother, had just found a blood running through his pyjamas, quickly removed it and saw that cut on his femur. She gasped, but Jesse assured her that it doesn't hurt like it look that it does. 'Probably because my who body is hurting so much after two falls...', he said in his mind sarcastically.

Later his mother helped him to climb to his room, and put him in his bed. "What happened, mommy?" asked Maybelle half asleep. "Oh nothing, dear, get to sleep, everything is OK", Mary declared as she left Jesse to settle down on his own and went to Maybelle, to cover her with blanket and kissed her on her forehead. "Go to sleep, Jesse, it will help you", and then she left them alone and closed doors behind her. 'Yeah, Maybelle, nothing happened, just your brother fell from the roof and to cover that incident jumped from stairs... clever, isn't it?' he felt angry about that wind, about that PT, about that lumber, about that mud, about that rain, about stairs, about his bed, about himself... but, after all, he felt very, very happy, that he saw that his Leslie was OK... 'What would I do without her? What will be my life like without her? Without those days spent with her, without our talks, without her...she was so pretty when she was in that bed, yes, she was pretty, but, she is always pretty... she would kill me if she knew about what am I now thinking', that was the last thoughts he remembered, before he fell asleep.

A/N: I hope you liked my first chapter of my first story. I hope I haven't too much grammar mistakes, and that I had wrote readable story, and maybe catch you into it. :)

This story came totally out of my very own mind, but there are many possibilities of connections between some other fanfics, due to that that here are so many stories, but I have to admin that I have took ideas of that dreaming out of many stories, but not single one, I collected it all and created whole new view. By the way, his dreams aren't so important, at least not for now, and they wont even have any major role in the accident itself. Yes, everyone probably know it. There is something to happened, that is needed, because that was the turning point of whole movie, that snapped everyone of that daydreaming about beautiful friendship and showed that life can be much more cruel that we can ever imagine, that it can hit as so strong... nothing new to some people, who knew how it is like to lost someone so close and made all to think about them, their relationships, their loves, friend, relatives...

Forgive me my long notes. I am just chatty, but due to that this whole story could be written ;)

Next chapters should appear almost immediately, because I have few more chapters already written and I am just probably reviewing them and checking them for grammar and so on. And, in my opinion, the next chapters are much better ;)

Martin