Blue Fairy

AJ Wonkette

Summary: the greatest wishes have been granted by one simple thing: Belief. And for one man with scissors for hands, belief is just what the doctor ordered.

Feedback: Oh yes please! It's almost my birthday!

A/N: When I got my wisdom teeth out, Edward Scissorhands was the first movie on my list of movies to rent. I instantly fell in love. And so now this is my little fic on it. Since my laptop is working right now, I'm going to TRY and update as much as I can, but since my laptop and the 'net don't get along...we'll just have to see wot happens, 'kay?

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Once upon a time there lived a mad genius who turned a robot into a man. The genius spent the last decade of his life working on this man, his greatest creation of all. The man was a very polite, quiet, soft-spoken man, with a big heart and a vast imagination. But the mad genius was old, and sadly, he died before his man was finished. And so the man remained incomplete, lacking only the soft, gentle hands that went with his soft, gentle personality. He lived alone in the old genius' laboratory up on top of a hill, tucked away from the rest of the world. He feared people, he feared the world outside, but most of all, he feared himself. Especially after the Suburbia Incident.

You see, a kindhearted Avon representative found Edward (for this was the lonely man's name) and took him down from his solitude on the hill and into her home. She welcomed him with open arms into her family. They, too, welcomed him warmly, doing their best to integrate him into their way of living. For a time, this was good. The small community where the family lived welcomed him, as heartily as the woman who had brought him down from the hill herself. Edward began to acclimate himself to the world around him, his many talents allowing people to overlook his somewhat atrocious appearance and odd mannerisms. But, as happens to all those with unique differences, he was soon shunned and came to be feared and hated. His confidence was crushed, his heart was broken, and he withdrew into his castle once more. And there he remained, for many, many years, silently taking care of his topiaries and making ice sculptures and paper chains, dreaming of the life he had been given a small taste of.

And this is where our story begins.

The people of Suburbia had long since forgotten that Edward Scissorhands truly existed. Most of the people who witnessed the event were long gone, either by death or simply because they moved away. He fell into myth and legend, a bedtime story for children. People began to believe that he was just a made up spook to explain the existence of the creepy old house up on Castle Hill. No one went up there, of course, but everyone stopped and gazed at it at one point or another. Especially children.

Especially one young girl by the name of Madeline Golden. She was generally called Mandy, and the name suited her. Mandy was fourteen years old, and had big blue eyes that shone as if she had some grand secret all the time. She was, as anyone could easily tell you, a very firm believer. In what, you ask? In everything. She believed in fairies, in magic, in spirits, even in Santa Claus. But what she believed in most was the legend of Edward Scissorhands. She loved the story, and got as many versions of it as she could. She would go around and ask all the elderly citizens of Suburbia about the strange incident involving the strange boy with scissors for hands. They all told her what their parents had told them about the event. Mandy's interest in the subject even led her to keep a journal on everything she learned. It was filled with old newspaper clippings and stories people had told her and things she'd found about him on the internet. She was thoroughly entranced.

Of course, her obsession with the "ghost" of the Hill was laughed at by all the other teens in Suburbia. They called her weirdo and freak-lover. However, they did all this somewhat lovingly, for they were all friends, even if they teased her relentlessly. Mandy was good-natured, and oftentimes it overcame her "oddities" and allowed her to have many good friends.

But it wasn't until about two weeks before Christmas that they finally pushed their friendly teasing too far, leading Mandy to her greatest adventure yet. It happened like this: Mandy and some of her friends were sitting around inside Levi Larson's house one night, watching the snow fall.

"Look at it coming down!" Levi remarked admiringly as the group sat around the window. "I bet there's about an inch already!"

"I hope it's good powder. I want to try out that snowboard I got for my birthday last week." Brendan Smacks said, grabbing a Christmas cookie from the plate Mrs. Larson had set out.

"You think it will snow enough to close school?" Jamie Perkins asked, resting her head against the window longingly.

"There isn't school tomorrow, dummy. It's Christmas vacation." Brendan said, giving his girlfriend a loving shove. "I hope there's a lot, though."

"It all just depends on how creative he's feeling." Mandy said dreamily without thinking. All three teens looked over at her in confusion, surprise, and doubt, respectively. By this time, Mandy had figured out she'd spoken out loud. Genius. Oh well, she figured. Might as well go all the way, seeing as her friends were most definitely prepared to tease her.

"And who are we talking about here?" Brendan asked mockingly. "Santa Claus?"

"Of course not." Mandy rolled her eyes. "Edward Scissorhands. You know where snow comes from, don't you?"

"The sky?" Levi smirked at her. Jamie giggled. Mandy shook her head, blue eyes sparkling with magic. . . the magic of her story. Her friends knew that look very well, and settled back to hear whatever crazy tale Mandy had to tell this time.

"Nope. Not around here. It didn't used to snow before Scissorhands was created. It used to just get cold. You know our grass never goes brown and our flowers never die? Well, it's not supposed to be winter here. Ever. They used to put fake snow everywhere for Christmas. Until Edward Scissorhands. They say it snows whenever Scissorhands is carving his ice-sculptures up in the castle. They say he's so quick at it, the shavings fall like snow everywhere in town, blown out of the castle by the winds of his scissor-hands." Mandy finished her tale and looked around at her friends, a small smile touching her lips. She brushed her short black hair from her eyes and gave them all a full-fledged grin.

"And that," She concluded, "is why it snows."

"You're nuts, Mandy." Brendan snorted.

"Way nuts." Levi agreed.

"There's no such thing as Edward Scissorhands!" Jamie added. Mandy's eyes widened.

"There is so!" She cried. "Ask anyone!"

"No there isn't. It's just like everything else. Like the tooth fairy. No such thing." Jamie argued.

"I'm serious this time. Edward Scissorhands is real." Mandy insisted, her befreckled cheeks turning red in anger.

"Well, how do you know?" Levi's older brother, Brian asked in his quiet voice. Brian was two years older than Mandy, and the smartest guy she knew. He had been out with some friends and had gotten back just in time to hear Mandy's story. The rest of the teens turned around.

"What?" Mandy asked in surprise.

"How do you know he exists? Have you ever seen him?" Brian asked. The others turned to look at Mandy. She frowned.

"Well. . ." she faltered. "No. But everyone says–."

"Well then you don't know if he exists or not." Brian said, shrugging. He took off his coat and threw it into the closet, not bothering to hang it up. "Simple as that." He remarked, giving them a 'duh' look and heading down to the basement. Mandy continued frowning.

"He's right, you know." Levi said. Brendan nodded his agreement.

"Maybe I should go find out then." Mandy said, looking up. Brendan and Levi exchanged glances. They both grinned.

"Hey. I've got an idea." Levi said mischievously.

"Yeah?" Mandy asked suspiciously. She knew about Levi's ideas. They could be rather crazy at times. Usually they involved some dangerous stunt or another. Or Oreo-Blasts. But that was another story.

"We dare you," Levi began, looking at Brendan, who nodded, "to go spend the night in the Castle on the Hill." Jamie gasped. Brendan grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mandy laughed.

"Yeah right, as if my mom would let me do that." she said. Brendan shrugged.

"You can tell her you're sleeping over at Jamie's house. It's happened before. You know she doesn't care." he replied simply. Jamie nodded.

"I'll cover for you, Mandy." she said.

"Okay, fine." Mandy said indifferently. "But Levi, you gotta let me borrow your digital camera."

"What for?" Levi asked defensively. He took great pride in his camera, and didn't really like letting it out of his sight.

"So I can get a picture of Scissorhands and prove to you once and for all that he exists." Mandy replied, smiling innocently at him. Levi's defensive frown turned to a smirk.

"Oh, okay then. Be my guest." he said.

"Okay. I'm going to go get some stuff. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, okay?" Mandy said, standing up and grabbing her coat. The others nodded. Mandy put her coat on and left.

Mandy ran down the street to her house and informed her mom of the "Sleepover" plan. Her mother consented, and Mandy went to her room to pack. She grabbed her black System Of A Down hoodie and changed into her combat boots. She put some food, a blanket, a pillow, her CD player, and her Scissorhands Journal into her duffel bag. She also grabbed a flashlight, a lighter, and pocketknife, just in case. She slipped the lighter and the pocketknife into the pocket of her black cargo pants, put on her hoodie, and then her coat. She ran back over to Levi's house, where the rest of her friends were standing on the front lawn in the falling snow.

"Ready?" Levi asked, handing her his camera, which Mandy also pocketed.

"Yeah." Mandy replied. "Let's do it."

"We'll walk you to the Gate, okay?" Jamie said comfortingly. Mandy nodded, and they started walking.

"These are the rules." Brendan said. "You have to go INTO the house, and take a picture of the inside to prove it. You have to spend all night there, and meet us at the gate by 9:30. No earlier, okay?"

"Right." Mandy said.

"If you meet anybody, get their picture. If they just so happen to have scissors as hands, we will declare you the official winner and never doubt a thing you say ever again." Levi added. "If you don't meet anybody, we'll still think you're pretty cool for taking our stupid dare seriously." Mandy smiled at Levi, knowing this was his way of apologizing for making her do something so stupid.

"Okay. Done. So all I gotta do is sleep in this big creepy house and come out alive by morning, and I've got your eternal respect. Coolness." Mandy said, rather flippantly. Levi and Brendan laughed, but they stopped quickly. . . they'd reached the Gate. Mandy pushed it open and looked up at the Hill. She turned around and looked at her three friends. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder and gave them a heroic look.

"If I don't come back," she said bravely, "give Brian my guitar and tell him it's all his fault." Jamie squeaked and rushed forward, throwing her arms around Mandy.

"You don't have to do this, Mandy! It's just a stupid dare!" she sobbed into Mandy's coat. Mandy laughed.

"I'm just kidding, Jamie. I'll be fine!" she assured the blonde. "I'll see you guys in the morning, 'kay?"

"Good luck, Mandy." Brendan said seriously.

"Yeah, don't let the bed-bugs bite." Levi teased.

"Bye. . ." Jamie said, stepping back into Brendan's arms. Mandy grinned, saluted, and began her trek up the Hill. She didn't look back until she was over halfway up. To her surprise, her friends were still watching her. She was touched for a moment, then turned her thoughts back to the task at hand. She looked up at the gargantuan house that was growing with every step she took. She had dreamed about this place for so long, why she had never thought of coming here before, she did not know. What she did know was that she was here now, and she couldn't wait to see what was inside the House on Castle Hill.

End Chapter One

W00t! That's a chap, mates! I'm all happy, 'cos I finished a chapter. A kinda short chapter, but a chapter all the same. Aie, go me. 'Kay.

To be explained:

The Gate: Yeah, I know the gate is at the TOP of the hill, but I'd imagine they'd want to stop people from going up there after what happened to poor Jim (poor my butt...lol) so I added another gate. Okay, in truth, I forgot it was at the top until I started writing the other gate, so now there are two gates. Bleh, lemee alone.

Castle Hill: I thought it sounded cool, so I don't know. If the Hill has a name, let me know. I watched the movie once, while I was on major painkillers. I need to get me that movie, I tell ya.

Suburbia: same as before, except I didn't make it up, I saw it on other fics and decided it sounded good.

That's it for now. Review and I will get you a big hypothetical cookie. Come on, they're good!