A/N: Hello there. I know it's been way too long - I just lost my inspiration and when too much time had passed I didn't feel like I could continue with any of my stories.. To much time had passed.
But then today I was looking through my stuff and found that I had started on a sequel to this one. So I continued writing this chapter.
I'm sorry for anyone who wanted a sequel, but here it finally is. If someone's still reading this, that is.
Hope you still enjoy :)
Tinklix – I (no longer) believe in you – part 2
Tinkerbell was still staring at the spot where Felix had left the clearing, even though he was long gone. She was wondering why he would help her, be so kind although he didn't knew her. Kindness was the last thing she had expected from anyone on this island after the things Pan had said earlier. That was because Pan owned this island and everyone on this island did as Pan said, for the simple reason no one wanted to evoke his anger.
So who was Felix? What kind of person lived on the island that would turn against Pan? He didn't look like a pirate. And the Lost Boys were far too loyal to their leader.
But maybe, it suddenly occurred to her, maybe he wasn't from this island at all.
But soon she shook this thought off. There was something about him, in the way he moved, the way he behaved, that showed he knew this island very well.
Her train of thoughts was immediately interrupted when a bolt lightened the sky above her, followed by thunder sounding way too close.
The rain started to fall right after that and Tinkerbell wrapped the blanket tighter around her. Suddenly she felt the coldness again as if she had just remembered it was there. The rain was getting worse; she had to go somewhere more safe.
She left the clearing, but didn't go too far into the wood. She didn't find anything that could protect her from the rain but really, what had she been expecting? A cave or a tree-house materializing just in front of her? But finally she found some trees standing so close together that their leaves build kind of a roof, keeping most of the rain out.
She felt like she had been sitting there for quite a long time and the rain was still falling when she heard something else than the rain. Someone was here. Maybe Pan? What could he possibly want?
She got tensed and stood up, ready to defend herself if necessary. But she relaxed immediately when she recognized Felix in the clearing not far from her.
She took a few steps towards him, entering the clearing again. He was really there, obviously looking for her.
"Felix?" she asked and he turned around to her, his expression lightening up when his gaze fell on her.
"You came back", Tink stated as if she hadn't believed he would.
"Of course I did. I couldn't let you sit outside in the rain all night, could I?" He tried to keep his tone light, but again he was a little insecure in her presence, for what he was suggesting or rather implying.
She looked at him questioningly, so he elaborated.
"Since the storm will last some time, at least until morning" he said as if he was stating a fact, "I thought you might want to stay the night at my tree-house?" He let it sound more like a question.
Tinkerbell just looked at him, still figuring whether he was real or not.
The prospect sounded tempting but there was also a small voice in her head, asking: What if it's a trap? Maybe Felix wasn't real and this was Pan, playing one of his games with her.
Although Felix wasn't the kind of person who talked more than necessary and usually enjoyed silence, he felt now uneasy and wanted to say just something to fill the silence.
"It's nothing great", he shrugged. "But at least it has a roof." He laughed at that and without knowing convinced Tinkerbell; Pan was good at playing games, but he couldn't fake such a kind and warm laugh.
"That sounds nice" Tink said finally with a smile.
"Then we should better be going, before the storm gets worse." He reached his hand out to her and she took it, warmth flowing through her fingers when they touched.
They walked like this in silence for a few moments, but there were so many questions in Tinkerbells head, that she couldn't hold them back any longer.
"How can you be so sure that the storm will last and even get worse?" She asked.
"Oh, that. Easy. The weather is reflecting Pan's mood in a way. It's always the same; Peter has a fight with Wendy, it starts to rain. At first the storm will get worse and in the morning it eventually stops."
"You seem to know pretty much about Pan", Tink stated.
Felix, who didn't want to tell her the truth yet, just shrugged and said: "Everyone on this island knows that."
But she couldn't leave it at that.
"Who are you, Felix? How did you come here?"
Why couldn't she just stop asking questions about Pan and their relation? He didn't want her to see him as one of his Lost Boys. He sighed."Don't freak out, okay?"
"I'll try not to."
He inhaled deeply before he continued. "I'm a Lost Boy. Peter brought me here a long time ago."
She withdraw her hand from his and stepped back. So this was a trap after all. The realization felt like a hit in her stomach.
"You're working for Pan. Why? What does he want from me?" She intended to shout at him for she was so angry, mostly about herself because she had wanted to believe him so badly, but she couldn't. She was too busy to keep her voice from shaking. Why did this stuff always happen to her? Wasn't it enough that she had lost her wings, her home?
"Tink, that's exactly why I haven't told you yet. I knew you wouldn't have talked to me if I had told you who I was."
"I shouldn't have talked to you either way. Of course you are working for Pan, everyone on this island is. I just wanted to believe you were different", she admitted.
"But I am here on my own. Why do you think I had to leave so soon earlier? Because I didn't want Pan to notice I was gone. Actually", he added because she wasn't convinced yet, "he told me to stay away from you. His exact words were : 'You can't help her anyway.' But I think what he really wanted to say was 'I don't want you to help her.' But I'm still here, because I wanted to help you."
Tinkerbell could tell that he really meant what he said for he sounded so genuine. She had to believe him.
And because he was so honest with her, she had to be honest as well.
"He was right, you know. You can't help me. No one can." She averted her eyes so he couldn't see her tears.
"There has to be a way. Just tell me, what happened to you?"
"That's a long story to tell."
"I have time."
By this time they had reached the tree-house, right in time because Felix had been right; the storm got even worse. It felt strange to climb a ladder instead of flying. Tinkerbell wondered if she had ever used a ladder before. If so, she couldn't remember.
The tree-house was indeed very small, it contained nothing more than a bed, a small table and a cupboard. Which was everything one needed in Neverland, where you can just imagine everything you need.
They sat down on the bed and Tinkerbell finally began to tell her story.
She told him everything from the moment she met Regina. About how sad she had been and how Blue had told her not to help Regina because she was the Evil Queen and no one could help her. That Tinkerbell had decided this was the kind of person who needed help the most and stole Pixie Dust. How they had found the man who could be Reginas second chance for happiness.
How Regina ran away, afraid of what could happen and lied to Tinkerbell about it. About the Blue Fairy who was really disappointed about Tinkerbells behaviour.
The whole time Felix was listening without interrupting although you could see his expression change when he realized Tink wasn't a simple girl but a fairy. Pan must have known that from the beginning. Maybe that was why he didn't like her. Pan had murdered all fairies on the island a long time ago. Felix didn't even know why but he didn't doubt that Pan had a reason back then.
Now he understood why she had been so cautious at first; she obviously knew Pan so she most likely knew what he did to the other fairies as well.
But there was something different about Tinkerbell, she didn't look like the other fairies Felix had seen. Suddenly he noticed something about her.
"Tink?" he asked softly. "If you are a fairy, where are your wings?"
She closed her eyes but couldn't help it, the first tears were strolling down her face.
"I was a fairy. I lost my wings."
"That's terrible" Felix exclaimed. Now everything made sense. Why she was crying earlier. She must have lost everything. Not only her wings, but her home. That was the only explanation for why she was here. Because she had no home to return to any more. She was lost, just like him.
He wanted to comfort her, but couldn't find the right words so he grabbed her hand again and squeezed it lightly. This time she didn't draw her hand back.
"What happened?" Felix asked finally after a long silence.
"The Blue Fairy ripped my wings off, took my magic from me." Her voice sounded far away, like she wasn't talking about something that happened to her at all.
"But why?"
."Because she didn't believe in me any more."
Felix was startled. "Just like this? That's all it takes?"
Tinkerbell turned to look at him now and they made eye contact. His eyes were full of sympathy and Tink wondered now why she had been so anxious at first.
"You've probably heard this already," she started. "Every time someone someone says 'I don't believe in fairies' a fairy dies. Of course Blue can't stop believing in fairies, that's impossible. But she stopped believing in me being a good fairy, in my magic. If there is no one to believe in something it stops existing."
"I believe in you.", he said softly and Tink could feel that he meant it.
They both held their breath for a moment, waiting for something to happen like Tink getting her wings or her magic somehow back. Of course nothing of that sort happened. Felix dropped his head, suddenly upset.
"It doesn't work that way, Felix" Tinkerbell said softly and somehow she wanted to comfort him was strange for she was the one who had every right to be upset, but talking about what had happened to her made her accept her fate.
She placed a palm on each side of his face, gently turning his face so he had to look at her again. Of course she appreciated that he tried, but she had also known that it wouldn't change anything.
"I'll just have to accept that life will be different now. There is no going back."
"Yes there is. There has to be a way. And I believe you will find it. I'll help you find it."
She didn't know where he got his faith from, but it was quite contagious.
"You are a really strange boy, Felix" she said with a smile in her voice. She realized she was still cupping his face with her hands and, feeling suddenly emboldened, she drew him closer to her.
"And you are a really strange girl,Tink."
He leaned in closer, closing the the gap between them and touching his lips to hers.
