A/N: So sorry I haven't updated in so long! I really don't have an excuse, so I shall not give you one. Okay, I'll shut up and let you read!

DISCLAIMER: If I owned any of this, why the hell would I be writing about on FanFiction? I mean, seriously…

Chapter Ten: The Faery Queen

Jess's POV

"Hey!" Leslie exclaimed, sitting up. She put a hand to her head, looking up at the sky. More raindrops fell from the dark clouds.

"We'd better go," Jess said, standing. He helped her stand too before grabbing PT and heading down the ladder. The rain picked up, pounding down on their shoulders as they went.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jess?" Leslie asked when they reached the end of her drive way. She went forward to grab PT from Jess's arms. He handed the squirming dog to her, their arms brushing through her coat. Jess's breath hitched. She was really here, in the flesh. He could hardly believe it.

"Yes, Leslie, most definitely," he said. He would certainly see her tomorrow. In fact, he wouldn't let her out of his sight tomorrow.

She smiled. "Great! Bye!"

She turned to leave, but Jess said, "Leslie, I—"

She stopped, spinning to look at him again. Her blue-green eyes were questioning.

He was about to say Leslie, I love you, but had caught himself. Maybe I shouldn't say that… Jess thought. So he just shook his head, smiled, and waved good-bye. Leslie grinned wide back at him, waved, then continued to her house.

Jess watched her, ecstatic. She was back! She was going to live!

He exalted the entire way to his home, and, when he got there and slammed the keys on the table next to his dad's elbow just as he had done that same day five years before, the sour look on his face did nothing to reflect the way he was really feeling.

May Belle's POV

May Belle followed Foster into the wood woven throne room of the faeries. Her eyes widened at the intricate roots, twisted around each other, to create the walls. The entire faery city was done this way, and May Belle found it fascinating. If the reason for being here weren't so dire, she would have been ooh-ing and ahh-ing like mad right now.

"Lady Queen, let me do the talking," Foster whispered to her as they approached the throne. A courtly faery was sitting atop it, and looked down her nose into their eyes. She was wearing an elegant dress of woven fabric and leaf material, and her long black hair was streaked with sparkling yellow strands that could only be described as shafts of sunlight.

"Foster, Lady Queen," she said. Her voice was cool. May Belle stopped gawking at the room and gawked at her instead. Foster bowed, motioning for May Belle to do the same.

"My Lady," Foster murmured, still bowed over. May Belle couldn't tell if she was supposed to stand or night, so she watched Foster. He stayed bowed over.

"Rise," the faery queen said. They rose.

"How can I help you, Foster, Lady Queen?"

Foster stepped forward. "My Lady, I have a request to ask. One that is very important."

"Yes?"

"The Lord King has been tricked by the water faery Nerida into going back in time to rescue Leslie. May Belle heard her talking about it, and she is responsible for killing Leslie. After she got rid of Jess, she planned on going after May Belle."

Queen Islanzadì switched her gaze to regard May Belle. May Belle crossed her fingers behind her back. She, Jess, and Leslie might be the rulers of Terabithia but the faery queen didn't have to help them.

"And what can I do for you?" Queen Islanzadì asked. Her gaze was still fixed on May Belle, so she answered.

"Well… We need help getting Jess back."

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I should be updating again soon! That's not a promise, but I really hope I will be!

Review, please! Let me know how you like the way the plot is going and what I can improve on!