Hi, it's the psychopath called Hawk-Mad here again! I have finally found the time, in between fighting the EVIL CHIPMUNK WARLORDS OF DOOM, to actually write this Chapter! If you thought last chapter was weird, wait until you see this one! Ready or not, here's the third chapter of COLLIDE! Pink Weasels!

Summary: In a freak levi-bike accident, Prince Sky kills his best friend and his only love. Who will help him re-build his shattered soul?

Genre: Drama/Romance (the romance is only near the end of the story)

Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club. If I did, I would have forced the girls to stop chasing boys and get a life long ago.

Chapter 3: Where Are You?

Stella was currently dancing with a random boy she had picked up at the party. There was nothing going on between those two, though. Stella just needed someone to entertain her until Brandon got back from dropping Bloom off at Alfea.

The music beat was fast. The air smelled of alcohol and sweat. There were so many people packed into the small room that everyone was pressed against each other. This was just how Stella liked her parties, wild and crowded.

Stella started to giggle when her dance partner "accidentally" fell into her.

"You big silly", she accused him, as he righted himself. Ok, so she'd had some beer. So what? It wasn't enough to get her drunk, only enough to get her a bit loose. He sheepishly grinned back at her, and resumed dancing. Stella raised her arms in the air and moved her feet faster and faster with the beat. Sweat poured down her body.

Finally, the song ended. A slow dance came on, signaling for Stella to move from the dance-floor. She may dance with random boys for fast dances, but slow ones were reserved for Brandon.

"Speaking of which…." She murmured as she looked at her watch. It read 7am. What the? Oh, that's right; she had broken her watch when she'd accidentally spilt some beer on it. Oh well, it was only $4,000. Her father would be able to buy her another one easily.

But that didn't matter at the moment, right now she needed to find out what time it was. She looked around for a clock on the wall. There wasn't one to be seen. Craning her neck, she spotted her dance partner at the food-table. Typical boy. Well, maybe he had the time.

"Hey", she said when she caught up to him, "Do you have the time?"

He looked at his watch-less wrist. "It seems to be a freckle past a hair" he stated, and started to laugh hysterically at his own corny joke as if it was the funniest thing ever.

"Note to self: find better dance partner", she muttered as she smacked herself on the forehead.

When she removed her hand, she noted that her partner was still laughing. How much had this guy had to drink? If Stella's watch had been working, she'd have started to time him by now. But she didn't have a watch, and she really needed the time, so she folded her arms and waited for him to complete his little laughing fit.

Brandon stirred in his bed. Damn, he had one hell of headache. And an itchy neck. A really itchy neck.

The pain in his forehead threatened to blind him. Brandon closed his eyes tightly, and tried to remember something from survival class about headaches. What had the Professor said? It was so hard to remember. Shit, these headaches made it hard as hell to think! Wait! He remembered now, he had to concentrate on the central point of pain. That would supposedly subside the headache long enough for you to think of a plan or summon medical aid.

Brandon wasn't sure if this would work since he'd never had a headache this bad before, but he had to try, because medical attention sounded really good right now.

"Alright, concentrate on the central point", he thought to himself, "That's right, concentrate- I wonder what Stella looks like in a bathing suit- No, concentrate damn it!"

Slowly, the pain in his head subsided to a dull throb. It was just enough for Brandon to look at his surroundings.

"Let's see, white ceiling, blue curtains, green blanket…….Why is this familiar? Let me think…….. Damn I'm in the hospital again!"

The hospital was not Brandon's favorite place in the world. He'd broken his arm once and needed some surgery on it. The doctors had nearly taken his kidney out instead! There had been other incidents too. Like the time they'd switched his medicine with some other kid's. Or the time they took him into a mental ward because they mixed his files up with some kid who was schizophrenic. Over all, this was not the place to be if you were Brandon.

But on the other hand, hospitals had plenty of medical attention. Most likely they'd have something for his headache. Hopefully.

Brandon looked around for a nurse, or a doctor, heck anyone would have helped right now. There was no one to be seen. Well, it was kind of hard to see someone when a blue curtain was surrounding your bed! Damn!

Wait, wasn't there supposed to be a button on the bed to summon a nurse? Yeah, and if memory served……it should be on the right side. Bingo!

There was a bright red button on the side of his bed. Brandon craned his neck to see it better. That was when he noticed the respiration tube sticking out of his neck.

"WTF?" he thought "Why do I have a tube sticking out of my neck? Isn't that for people with breathing problems?" Brandon lifted his arm to take the tube out of his neck. It was really creepy after all. Well, Brandon tried to lift his arm, that is. One problem. It wouldn't move.

Brandon blinked in confusion. He tried to lift his hand again. It still was motionless on the bed. Maybe there was something wrong with his arm. Brandon tried to lift his other arm. It was just as useless. Come to think of it, Brandon couldn't feel anything past his neck. He tried to move his right leg. Useless. He tried to move his left leg. Still useless. He tried wiggling his toes and fingers. Nothing moved at all.

Brandon was starting to panic. "Why can't I move?" he asked himself, "What's wrong with me?" Brandon's headache came back suddenly. The pain coupled with his recent discovery was too much to bear at once.

"Arg! Somebody help me! I can't move and my head is killing me!" No one came. "ARG! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP ME! PLEASE! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

Five minutes later, and Stella was still waiting for her partner to stop laughing. She wasn't worried. After all, Brandon had been so drunk once that he'd had a laughing fit for seven minutes!

But by the time Stella had been waiting for what she figured was fifteen minutes, she started edging away from him, however. Anyone who laughed for fifteen minutes straight had to be insane, or so Stella thought.

"Note to self: When looking for dance partner, don't look for wild look in eye. Said person might be psychotic", she muttered as she searched the party for someone who might have the time.

Another fast song had started to play, but Stella didn't bother to get her partner. She'd already given up on him, and she really needed to know the time.

Thanks to her platform shoes, Stella could easily see above everyone at the party, making finding a person with a watch easy. There was one slight problem with this strategy. No one in sight had a watch on. Was this a conspiracy or something? Was she meant to never find out what time it was? Had she broken a really important clock in a past life, and now she was paying for it? Suddenly, out of nowhere, a random boy bumped into her, causing her to fall to her knees.

"Ow! Watch where you're going, you big lummox! Don't you know who I am!" she yelled at the boy, who didn't hear her and was dancing away.

"Yeah, you'd better run, buster! You are so lucky my boyfriend isn't here to kick your ass!" Ok, so Stella liked her parties wild and crowded, but this party was really pushing the envelope! Pushing herself up, and dusting herself off, Stella resumed her search for a watch, or clock, or even a sundial! Suddenly, another random person bumped into her, knocking her to the ground again.

"Ugh!" she screamed, as she picked herself off the floor for the second time, "That's it! I'm going to wait outside for Brandon to come back!" After giving her pusher a rather cold and haughty stare, she shouldered her way through the crowd, to the door. Shouts of "Princess coming through" and "Don't touch the skirt, do you know how much it cost me?" rung throughout her departure.

After what seemed like ages and ages of pushing people out of the way and then yelling at them for daring to touch her favorite blue skirt, Stella finally made it to the door. She grasped the cold-metal handle, and pushed it open, stepping out into the warm spring night. All anger and frustration instantly left her. Stella took a deep breath, allowing all of stale party-air to leave her grateful lungs, where the air was promptly replaced by the warm and sweet smell of flowers freshly budding.

A full moon lit up the sky. It was so bright, that she wanted to dance under its glow. The moon was, after all, on of the things that Stella got her power from. She smiled to herself. It was springtime, Stella's favorite time of year (because it was warm enough to wear her favorite mini-skirts, and the flowers could match her outfits).

Stella walked along the small, grassy lawn, looking for a place to sit down and wait for her "snookums". The grass she walked on was soft and springy, perfect to do a cartwheel on, which was exactly what she did. As she was straightening herself up again, with a giggle, she spotted a small wooden bench to sit on, under a cherry tree. She walked, or rather, skipped over to it and sat down, basking in the Moon's intense glow (A.N. Yeah, Stella's felling a little whimsical because of drinking that beer. She's semi-drunk). She brought her light-blue purse up to her lap and began to rummage around in it, looking for her handheld mirror and her favorite lipstick. The purse had been a gift from Brandon for their one-year anniversary.

Stella couldn't find her lipstick, but she did find her cell-phone. Guess what? Her cell-phone told time (in bright blue numbers!). Stella was about ready to wail at the irony of it. She had spent all that time looking for a clock, and she could have just gotten out her cell-phone to see the time! Stella shook her head at her forgetfulness, it was such an embarrassment! Flipping open the phone, she looked at the top right hand corner for the time, but upon seeing it, she wrinkled her nose in disbelief.

Her phone could not be saying that it was one o'clock in the morning, could it? That made absolutely no sense, because Brandon had left with Bloom at ten o'clock. That would mean Brandon had been gone for three hours, even though it took only about an hour to get to Alfea and back! What was Brandon doing? Stella frowned. When he got back he had a lot of explaining to do!

Nurse Jane (the nurse from the last chapter) stood in front of the hospital's phone. Why did she have to get all the cruddy jobs? There were plenty of people around the hospital that had nothing to do, so why was it she that had to call the parents of Brandon Smith and inform then of the accident?

The boy had been so devastated when he'd seen Brandon Smith in that hospital bed. She could only imagine what the parents would be like, when they found out that their son had only about three weeks to live.

Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the phone and pulled it off the crook. Her right hand held the receiver to her ear, as her left hand dialed the phone-number the boy had given her. The phone began to ring loud and low into her ear. She secretly hoped that the phone would go to machine, so she wouldn't have to face the soon to be torn parents.

Ring………Ring……….Ring……R- Click. The phone picked up on the fourth ring. A woman's sleep-groggy voice spoke into the receiver.

"Hello?" she asked, sounding slightly grumpy (it was one in the morning, after all).

"Hello", Jane responded, trying her best to sound professional, "This is Nurse Jane, from Magix's General Hospital. I'm afraid I have some bad news concerning your son"

"Huh? Ok- wait a second…WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SON?" the woman on the other end screamed into Jane's ear, as her words finally sunk into her sleepy body.

"I'm afraid that-", Nurse Jane tried to tell this woman, Juliet Smith, about her son's accident, but Juliet interrupted her.

"Let me get my husband on the phone", said the now half hysterical woman. Jane gulped. If this woman was already half-hysterical, she hated to she what she would be like when she found out about Brandon's condition. In the background, Jane could hear Juliet's efforts to wake her husband.

"Joseph", Juliet said, "Joseph, wake up". Another, masculine, voice answered her.

"Huh, what? What is it, Juliet, that you have to wake me up at 1:00 in the morning!" Joseph Smith demanded of his wife.

"I'm sorry, Joe, but a nurse from Magix's Hospital is on the phone, she said something happened to Brandon!" the hysterical wife replied.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SON?" he thundered.

Jane heard a button on the phone click. She winced; they had put her on speakerphone. Now she would have to hear both of the parents' reactions when they heard about what exactly had happened to Brandon. Once again, Jane questioned why she had been chosen to call these parents.

"Alright, nurse, tell me what happened to my son", Joseph said, obviously trying to contain his emotions. Jane took a deep breath and replied to him. In a tremulous voice, she told him about the levi-bike accident that night. She explained to them that two of the three people involved in the crash were in critical condition, one of them being Brandon. And quite by accident, she informed them of the hoover shards embedded in Brandon's neck, and how he only had three weeks to live. That was a big mistake.

"MY SON HAS HOW MANY WEEKS TO LIVE!" Joseph screamed, while Jane could also hear Juliet in the background crying her head off.

"Why my son?" she screamed and wailed over and over again, "Why, Why, Why, WHY?" Jane had to gulp down tears of her own. This was exactly why she hated to be the one to make phone calls to the family. No matter how many times she did it, she could never get used to the pictures of the family after the funeral of the victim. She always thought about the Birthdays they would miss, and the other Holidays, depending on the planet.

"I-I-I-I think you should come to the hos-hos-hospital as soon as you c-c-c-can", Jane stammered to the family, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Why did she have to care so much?

"Sure", Joseph replied to her, his voice becoming very thick. Jane could hear Juliet moaning to herself in the background, "We'll be there in an hour or two, possibly three".

"See you in an hour or so", Jane whispered, as tears were coming even more frequently down her cheeks. Why must the good die young? With trembling fingers, she hung up the phone again. She wiped her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down. She still had one more call to make.

Jane questioned her sanity at even becoming a nurse. There was so much pain involved, and she was so sensitive. When her paycheck came in for the month, Jane was going to take a nice and long vacation. When she came back, she would look for a different job. Maybe she would be a teacher! All she had to do now was make one more phone-call.

Jane was secretly relieved that the boy had not said the name of the girl that was involved in the accident. That would mean Jane would have had to call another family, which would result in more tears and emotions. Once again, Jane pulled the phone off its crook and prepared to call Stella Jones.

"We are the Winx. We are the Winx. Come join the club. We are the Winx!" Stella's ring-tone sounded throughout the night. Stella frowned; Musa had been messing with her ring-tones again. She flipped open the phone and looked at the number. It wasn't one that she recognized. It was probably one of her fan-girls asking for fashion advice again. She wondered whether or not to answer the call, but at the third round of the theme song, she decided to answer it.

"Hello?" she asked cheerfully.

"Hello", a young feminine voice answered, "Is this Stella Jones?"

"Yep, that's me!" Stella replied, smiling to herself. This girl sounded so timid.

"This is Nurse Jane, from Magix's General Hospital", the woman stated, "I'm afraid I have some bad news concerning Brandon Smith".

And with one phone-call, Stella's life shattered into a million pieces.

TBC………

So, didn't I say it would be freaky? You all are probably wondering what happened to Sky. Don't worry you'll find out in the next chapter. BEWARE OF THE EVIL CHIPMUNKS OF DOOM, AND THEIR ALLIES, THE BUTLERS! BEWARE!

Reviewers:

XeedGulimon- saves you from the chipmunks of DOOM Beware! The chipmunks are everywhere! EVERYWHERE!

G-Queen- Yep, this is my first fic! Beams with pride I never thought of myself as deep…I just thought I was insane. Hmmmm deep is a pretty word!

ChibiHorsewoman- I mentioned you this time! Hurray for me! Sky isn't gonna pair up with Mirta, no it will be someone else and boy do I pity the fool that I chose.

Musagirl15- I will keep writing! I SWEAR IT ON MY RED SQUIRREL AMY!

Luckyroze20- Yes, I will kill Bloom. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA cough, cough. Hmmmmm, about Sky doing black magic………STORY IDEA! Thanks!

Clueless97- I'm glad you like my psychopathic ideas! I agree about the levi-bikes, but that's manufacturers for ya!

DragonloverG-T- I WILL NEVER SEE A PSYCHOLOGIST! NEVER, NEVER!

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Hawk-EVB- Huggles Beta You reviewed! I feel loved! But, seriously, what the bloody hell were Yami and Yugi doing there! Doesn't Yami have to yell DESTINY somewhere? An' doesn't Yugi need to miraculously save the world from THE ULTIMATE EVIL of the week? Our planet is in serious trouble if our fate is left in the hands of those two! But I'm glad you love my story, anyway!

Hawk-Pichu- Oh no, not you again! I'm glad you like my story! I'm not insane for nothin' you know!