El Camach 18 March 2008
JM Barrie, not me
Tinker Bell fic. Makes more sense if you've read Peter & The Star Catchers by Barry and Pearson.
Peter was the only one who could understand her. Well, besides the birds, of course. Once being a bird herself, Tinker Bell could communicate in any bird dialect. But Peter was the only human who could understand her. Tink had loved Peter since the second she came into existence, out of that bag of Starstuff. She was his keeper, his protector. The fairy version of his guardian angel.
Though she was never away from his side, Tinker Bell knew Peter never really saw her. There was always a Molly, or worse: a Wendy. That damned Wendy… Tink always loathed her on principle. It wasn't that Wendy wasn't a sweet girl (because she was, though Tink would rather die than admit it), but it was the way Peter looked at her. For as long as she could remember, Tinker Bell yearned for a way to make Peter look at her the way he looked at that wretched, horrid, lucky Wendy.
Come on. What did Wendy have that Tink didn't? Well, Tink was considerably smaller than both Peter and Wendy, but… well, that didn't matter… And her temper could be a bit more…fiery than most... But, that was one of the things Peter loved about her. Try as she might, sleepless night after sleepless night, she could never figure it out. Sometimes Tink would just sit quietly, watching Peter sleep, trying to find a way to get through to him and, every night… nothing. But Tinker Bell would always be there, right behind Peter, forever.