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Unused Section of the Park, Friday Afternoon

Well. Thus far, this island didn't seem like much, at least not to the small pixie who was taking inventory of it as she zipped along.

Tinker Bell - for that was her name - was making a grand tour of the park. And huffing to herself as she sailed along, because there are certain things that should be true in life. One of which was, if you drank poison for an idiotic man-boy, that he didn't pick the plain-faced English bint over you, who had put up with all of his stupid nonsense for years.

At least this island wasn't Neverland, Tink thought, as she began imagining increasingly creative ways to off one Wendy Darling, late of London, UK.

That would be why she didn't notice it when she flew straight into a tree.

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On his way to the Comedy Festival, Robin saw a little ball of light fly into a tree. He scampered over to investigate.

Tink flew up immediately and dusted herself off. She was fine. She meant to do that. Wasn't it clear that she had meant to do that? She enjoyed flying into trees. It was refreshing. He should try it himself.

This was a frog who enjoyed getting blown out of tubas. Don't go giving him any ideas. "Hi." he said. He could see she was trying to preserve her dignity, so he didn't mention the flying into the tree. "I'm Robin."

Tinker Bell bowed respectfully to the frog. He seemed an amiable sort, and he had offered her assistance, so there was no reason she couldn't reciprocate.

She pulled the wand from her cleavage and began writing, in large, swooping letters,

Tinker Bell.

She held her hands out underneath it to show it off to its best advantage. There. Wasn't that simply the most wonderful name ever? It was. He could admit it.

"Oooooh!" Robin breathed in awe. "That's a beautiful name." Robin said, bowing at her as well. "It suits you."

Tink beamed. It did, didn't it? She couldn't help being this gorgeous, you know. She had tried. Well, she hadn't, but it seemed nicer to say so.

She gestured vaguely to the trees and such around them. So what was this place? Because if it had a name anything like "Neverland", she was leaving, thank you.

Muppets and animals often used body language as part of their communication, so he was good at interpreting it. "This is Fandom Island. One of the strangest places I've ever seen."

Tink looked around curiously. Odd? Strange? How so? In a good way, in a bad way, in a way that meant Bad Things for Fairies?

"Well, let's see, almost everyone here has found it very strange to meet a talking frog, and there's aliens, and people from other time periods."

Tinker Bell considered this for a moment, and then nodded. She had no qualms about speaking with talking frogs. Aliens were fine so long as they weren't odd looking, and the same went for people from other time periods. All of that was acceptable to her.

"Also, I've never seen a real fairy before." Robin told her.

He hadn't!? Tink sighed. Yes, that was probably true. And then began miming a very sad story.

You see, once upon a time, there were fairies everywhere! They were good and kind and pretty, although mostly pretty, and if they occasionally were mean to humans it was probably thoroughly exaggerated and a little mischief never hurt anyone.

And then time went by and people stopped believing! Children stopped believing! And boom! Fairies dropped dead. How terrible!

So now, there were few of them around, which meant more people didn't believe, in one of those hideous "vicious cycle" sort of things you hear about. It was quite awful.

So now he had met a fairy, and that meant he was going to believe in them. Right?

Robin's hands went to his mouth in dismay. "Oh no! That's horrible! I do believe in fairies. I always have." Well, he'd never not believed in them.

Tink bowed. She appreciated his support. Really, so long as people kept believing in her, that was what mattered, right?

Well it'd be rather hard to believe in her, and not believe in fairies wouldn't it. "I think you'll find plenty of people here who believe in fairies." he assured her.

Tink humphed. They certainly would when she got through with them, now wouldn't they?

"I hope you like it here, you seem like a good fit for this place."

Why, that was a lovely thing to say, and she thanked him!

So long as he meant it nicely.

... he did, didn't he?

Of course he did! Robin was one of the nice Muppets! "You're very welcome." he bowed to her.

It took Jack about two seconds to process 'tiny hot girl who just ran into a tree', and having done so, he walked over, smiling in a definitely appreciative manner. "Need a hand?"

No, she most definitely did not, thank you very --

Oh, my.

Tink adjusted her hair and beamed appreciatively. She would most certainly not turn down a hand from a kind young gentleman, if one were to offer itself. Like his had! What an amazing coincidence. It was almost like fate. Hellooooo, there.

Jack grinned and held his hand out, palm up, in invitation. "Jack Harkness, at your service," he said. "And I have to tell you, you're quite the most gorgeous thing I've seen today."

Tink hopped onto his hand and gave him a quick bow. She really was, wasn't she? Honestly, she was downright exquisite. And he was rather the nicest thing she'd seen on this island yet, so perhaps it wasn't such a bad place to be.

She held a finger up, and then pulled a wand out to write, in large, swooping, glowing letters:

Tinker Bell.

Wasn't that a wonderful name?

"Tinker Bell." Jack drew the letters out, smiling as he carefully lifted his hand so he could see her better. "That's a wonderful name, and you must be new to the island. If you're not, I'm going to be devastated that I somehow haven't met you before."

Oh, they were going to get on famously, she could tell already. Obviously, humans here had some sense of civility and how to speak properly to a fairy. Which was always something she appreciated.

She was most certainly new here. She mimed out a rather sad story that involved an immature child who she had helpfully and selflessly slaved over, and the smarmy, smothering brat who had stolen him away from her. How cruelly she had been tossed aside! Was there no decency anywhere?

She left out the bits where she tried to kill the brat, because that was totally irrelevant to her point. Which was how horribly she'd been treated. Hopefully this island would be a much nicer safe haven for a sad, abused little fairy.

Jack followed her story with surprising ease, nodding along, and scowling at the appropriate places. "This island is a much nicer place," he promised, curling his fingers just a little, so she'd have a comfy place to lean if she was so inclined. "And if the smarmy brat shows her face here, I'm sure we can feed her to the gremlins."

My, he was rather solicitous, wasn't he? She would lean a little, then. And didn't she look stunning when she did? Not that she ever didn't. It was hard when you were this gorgeous. She waved a little. He, of course, knew exactly what she was talking about there.

She clapped rather excitedly. Feed her? To gremlins? Could they shoot her right out of the sky? Tink had tried that but the Lost Boys were even more worthless than she'd imagined. She'd tried a crocodile but never gremlins. Ooooh, gremlins.

This island was looking better all the time. She just might stay.

Jack thought she did, indeed, look stunning, and he might just have tilted his head so he was looking his best, as well. There were standards to uphold, after all. "Like that idea do you," he laughed. "I'm sure something could be arranged. You should definitely stay."

Tink bristled happily, jingling a bit as she did. If this island was filled with such kind gentlemen who offered to take care of hideous, beastly Wendybirds for her, why, she'd never leave.

Well, until she got bored, obviously. Tink did get bored rather easily. But other than that.

Jack tended to get bored easily himself, so he certainly understood. "You'll like it here. Apart from the occasional invasion, which you can avoid if you want, and they're usually entertaining, the place is a lot of fun, and almost everyone's extremely pretty." He grinned. "Not as pretty as you, of course, but not to bad."

Because that was what was important, after all.

He did have his priorities straight, didn't he? My, this place sounded nice. Lots of pretty people and the occasional attack to keep things from getting too monotonous. And of course, not as pretty as her.

She fussed lightly with her hair and sighed. And waved a little to indicate that he himself was probably far prettier than the average person here. Not that she had met any of them, but really, he seemed like the type who was cursed by being exceptionally pretty wherever he went.

They just bravely soldiered on, didn't they?

Jack preened a little. "Beautiful and wise," he told her. "It's difficult being this good looking," his smile was definitely smug, now, "but it's a burden we both have to bear."

It was nice to meet a kindred spirit.

Tink grinned. It was for the good of society, as she was sure he realized. Having anyone this beautiful around was simply inspirational for others. They were doing a good deed every time they stepped outside.

It certainly was, wasn't it?

Grinning, he stretched a little, very careful not to dislodge her. "We make the world a better place just by being in it."

She nodded her approval. They did. In fact, people ought to pay them back in some way for this great service of theirs. And nobody ever did. Sigh. People were so ungrateful.

Jack completely understood her. And if it was actually possible for him to look more smug, he did. "Sometimes people show their appreciation," he said. "Often in very imaginative ways."

Tink clapped her hands excitedly. Oooooh. That sounded simply --

She stopped short, considering, and then cleared her throat.

Were any of these beautiful and potentially-grateful individuals ... Tink-sized?

Jack looked thoughtful. "I don't think there's anyone on the island who's your size," he said, a bit sadly, then tilted his head. "You know, with a little imagination, I'm sure something could be worked out."

Just her luck. And, well, imagination was all well and good, but she was only so flexible, he had to realize.

Stil, it was good of him to be helpful.

He started to snicker, catching that thought loud and clear. "Ways and means, my lovely Tinker Bell, ways and means. Trust me, there's always a way."

Irulan blinked, did she just see a *tiny* girl with wings fly by?

Tinker Bell noticed the girl giving her a curious sort of look, and so she rather kindly flew back and pirouetted in place for her.

It was all right. It wasn't every day that someone met a fairy this exquisitely beautiful. Staring was a natural response.

Irulan watched the creature return and *pirroutted* at her. Of course, the only natural response to that was to return in kind and curtsied in turn.

Tink returned the curtsy, beaming. She might be a human girl, but she had lovely manners, and that went a long way with Tink. She withdrew the wand from her cleavage and began writing, in mid-air:

Tinker Bell.

And she held her chin aloft because really, wasn't that a wonderful name? It was.

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