Chapter 3: The Cure

Peter was just coming into my room when I saw the terrible sight. This poor creature, so lifeless, so weak, was trying to save every countless breath and make it last. I knew Peter would get emotional over this, so I tried to hide it.

"So…did you find Tink yet?" he asked gleefully.

"Umm…nope...heh…not yet anyways. Where was she the last time you saw her?" Peter sat down on my bed, screwing up his eyes, thinking hard.

"Well, I came here to visit Alyssa, and I asked Tinker Bell if she wanted to come inside with me. But, of course, she was very impolite, and sneered at her named, and turned her shoulder to me. So I said, Fine, and left her…"he stopped for a moment, "outside. That's it! She's outside!" Peter flew over to my window, but I stopped him before he was even 3 feet from the thing.

"Peter, wait! You mustn't see what is out there! I don't think your poor heart can take any more abuse!" I shouted. Boy, did I say the wrong thing. Instantly, Peter was loosened from my grip, and rushed over to the window, and saw the poor, almost lifeless pixie on the railing. Peter, threw open the window with a loud BANG! and hurriedly picked up Tinker Bell. She was growing dimmer every minute. He cradled her in his arms, like a little lost kitten, with small tears in his eyes.

"Tink…Tinker Bell? If you can hear me…shake your bells once." She shook her bells for about a half-bell. Peter walked Tink over to my bed and laid her on my pillow.

"Oh, Peter…what do we do?" I asked softly. I was shaken to tears from the drama of this incident. Peter had his hands cupped around the poor creature, and I was standing there, dumbfounded on what to do.

"Go." Peter said instantly.

"Go where?" I asked him.

"Get candles…a blanket…anything warm. Tink needs to keep warm. Or else…" his voice faded away at that last thought. I nodded, and rushed out into the hallway, where we kept spare candles and blankets, just in case of a power outage. I grabbed 4 candles, 2 scented and 2 non-scented, a small blanket, and a hot compress. I rushed back into my room, and promptly placed the hot compress under Tinker Bell, lit the candles around her, and cuddled her in the blanket.

"Now what?" I asked worriedly, as she was still not gaining a glow.

"Take my hand," Peter stated. I held his hand, and he raised his up, so I did the same. He began to smile softly.

"Now, repeat after me…I do believe in pixies…I do, I do." He chanted.

"I do believe in pixies…I do, I do." I repeated.

"We do believe in pixies…we do, we do!" We chanted louder and louder, "WE DO BELIEVE IN PIXIES, WE DO, WE DO!" Peter and I shouted with all of our might. Out in the hallway, I heard the faint chanting of 'I do believe in pixies, I do, I do', coming from my great aunt. I smiled wider.

"WE DO BELIEVE IN PIXIES, WE DO, WE DO!" We shouted again. I looked down at Tink, who smiled slowly. Her brown and red leaves turned bright green again. Her pale alabaster skin turned golden tan, and her dull gray hair turned back into its radiant shade of platinum blonde. And all around her, sparkles of gold and white formed and a little gold glow ringed around her. Tink was alive again…we had the cure. She zoomed up from the warmth of everything around her, and hugged Peter's head and kissed his cheek.

"Oh Tink; you're alive! Oh I thought I would've lost you again! Oh Tink!" Peter cried happily. I had never seen, in all of my life, such a happy and rejoiced person as I saw in Peter now. And Tink even came over and hugged me, too.

"Why, thank you Tinker Bell." I said shyly.

"Peter, how did we cure her? Was it the warmth from all of those things, like the hot compress, and candles, and the blankets? Because surely she was dying from the cold from outside, her not used to these conditions, and all." Peter smiled at me, and shook his head.

"No, Cat. Those things may have help Tinker Bell stay warm, but that wasn't what cured her."

"Then what did cure her?" I asked.

"It was the warmth from our hearts. Our love and our sorrow for her brought back her spirit and her joy needed to live and soar. You and I brought back Tink's happiness. The warmth from our hearts cured her." Tinker Bell nodded her head slowly. I was confused, but happy at the same time.

"Trust me on this one. It happened before. And the warmth, pureness, and love from the hearts of everyone brought back to life my best friend." Again, Tink kissed him on the cheek. "And will you cut that out?" he asked, annoyed. Tink smiled, and flew into a nearby dollhouse. I smiled as well. It felt good bringing a person back to life. And now I knew for sure that Great Aunt Jane was 110 wrong about Peter. He was in no way rude or selfish. He was kind and Charming. And I was going to go to Never Land with him.

A/N: I know this part of the story is kinda corny, but im workin on it! It will get more actiony, funny, and romantic. LOL. You'll see!

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