"Time for the secret weapon Doctor!" Ozzie said.
"Secret weapon," the Doctor grit his teeth. "Yes, I suppose you're right Ozzie."
In one smooth motion the Time Lord tucked his screwdriver away and edged closer. "Hang on you two, just a little bit longer ..."
The Doctor reached out a hand and a wisp of golden energy materialized in his palm and crept from his outstretched fingers and into the tree. "Secret weapon away!" he whispered.
The Doctor was already walking away, focused on the monumental task at hand. Carver glanced over to Tinker Bell who shrugged and sped away after him. Carver didn't like it and exhaled deeply. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow it was supposed to be him helping the Doctor at the base of the tree. His face grim, Carver finally lifted off for the upper branches. "How do we do this?" he asked loudly. "We're not garden fairies: we don't know what we're doing."
"Just try and use your talent like you normally would," Tinker Bell advised, darting in and out of the branches to check on their progress. "But focus on growing and healing the tree."
"I'm doing it!" someone called. "My leaves here are turning red and gold!"
Within minutes, the combined efforts of all the fairies were getting results, but their progress was halted at the stem of the tree.
"Tink!" the Doctor called. "Down here!"
"Oh right!" Tinker Bell chastised herself and raced down to where the Doctor and Ozzie were concentrating their efforts at the base of the tree.
The jagged split began nearly halfway up, and got thicker and deeper all the way down. At the bottom lie a mass of exposed, tangled roots, grey with brittle frost death.
Ozzie was hunched closest to the gaping wound, her face lined with concentration. The Doctor was down on one knee, looming over her, his sonic screwdriver buzzing endlessly. "I want to try something Tink, focus your efforts down here next to Ozzie."
Tinker Bell did as the Doctor bid while he recalibrated his screwdriver. "C'mon, c'mon!" he urged the gleaming instrument, slapping it against his palm until the tool resumed whirring at a different pitch.
The minutes dragged on and on until finally, a distressed voice called down from above, "I can't do this much longer!"
"Hang on!" the Doctor cried. "Just a little more!"
Tinker Bell had heard that before, and steeled herself for the worst.
"What secret weapon?" asked a spritely, dark haired fairy dressed in red.
"And who might you be?" the Doctor asked, leaning down for a closer look.
"I'm Ozzie," the fairy replied, zooming off toward the tree before the Doctor could get a proper look at her. "What secret weapon?"
The Doctor fixed his bow tie, "Well, me of course."
"You?" Ozzie called back from the base of the tree. "What does that mean?"
"Right," the Doctor said with a clap. "I'll explain along the way. Has everyone been sprinkled Tink? Turned into a proper garden fairy?"
Tink nodded amidst a chorus of "ayes."
"Great! Fan out everyone, spread out and start working your magic. Tink I'll need you at the bottom with me, and maybe someone else to help cauterize that nasty frost crack."
"I'll do it," Carver said.
"Too late," Ozzie called from the tree. "I'm already here."
"Great!" she said. "Let's go! I've never seen a moon explode before."
The Doctor's hands dropped. "Great? That's it? I thought for sure she was going to say wow again. That would have been a third wow. The record is five you know, on a first trip."
Tinker Bell was standing on the Dematerialization Lever. "Can I push the lever that makes us go this time?"
The Doctor's face lit up again. "You can! Absolutely! How about that?"
The Doctor lowered his eyes gloomily and set to work, throwing switches, twirling dials and consulting various gauges.
At length, the Doctor drew a deep breath and Tinker Bell asked, "Now?"
"Not yet, calibrating."
Tinker Bell rubbed her hands together, set her feet and took hold of the lever. "Now?"
"Delicate business, calibrating. Have to set the chronolytic telemytron just right so we don't whizz passed the event we're looking for without seeing it."
Tinker Bell turned around and leaned against the lever.
"Flitteriffic," the Doctor asked, slapping a row of switches down with his left hand. "What is that? Is that like wow?"
"I guess," Tinker Bell asked. "I suppose it's better really."
"Better," the Doctor nodded. "All right then. That's a wow. I'm giving you a third wow. Rarefied air, three wows, absolutely. But you earned it. Now."
"Thank you Doctor, though I'm not sure what all that means or why it's important."
"Now means, now."
"Now means, oh!" Tinker Bell turned, reset her feet and gripped the lever. "Now!"
"Now!" the Doctor shouted with her, and Tinker Bell leaned into the lever with all her might and flap. The lever hesitated and Tink's wings blurred and buzzed with effort until it finally yielded and the console grinded into life.
Tinker Bell stepped back, dusted her hands together and watched the rotor going up and down. "You know, when I first heard that sound, it scared me, but the more I hear it, the more I like it."
"Of course you do," the Doctor said. "Everyone does! It's the call to adventure!"
"In space?" the Doctor echoed. "Nooooo. Didn't I tell you the best part?"
Tinker Bell flew off the Doctor's shoulder and hovered in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Yes. You said we didn't have to wait till morning."
"Right," the Doctor pointed at her. "I mean the other best part."
Tinker Bell folded her arms and cocked her head in mild annoyance.
The Doctor looked away and back. "The part about the TARDIS being the best spaceship anywhere, everrr?"
"Well, you did, but you didn't quite say it like that: everrr. What's that supposed to mean?"
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"The Second Star is nearly gone."
Queen Clarion, the majestic ruler of Pixie Hollow faltered a moment before continuing. When her voice rang out again it was clear and strong, but her words lacked their usual melody, making it obvious to all the fairies gathered there just how much the words pained her, and how dire their situation truly was.
"We need a volunteer. Someone willing to travel to the mainland in search of the assistance we need. It will be dangerous, and if the Second Star fades before you can succeed in your mission... Then all will be lost. And you will be trapped there, stranded from Pixie Hollow... Forever."
Many gasped and even more clasped hands or hugged each other tight.
It was March, and spring was nearly due on the mainland. Without the fairies of Pixie Hollow to encourage and guide the change of seasons, the mainland would be wracked by haphazard weather and unpredictable storms of increasingly devastating power and destruction. Left unchecked, the situation would eventually lead to a catastrophic global climate change that would kill millions and drastically alter living conditions across the entire planet.
Pixie Hollow itself was one of the most delicate ecosystems on the face of the Earth. Despite its natural magic and the power of the Pixie Dust Tree, it was very susceptible to cold. The last winter storm was a fairy-accident that lasted just a few days, and still it took every fairy working together to save Pixie Hollow. There was simply no way Pixie Hollow could survive an Arctic climate that lasted a month or more. Without the Second Star to guide them back and forth to the mainland, the fairies could begin suicide missions, but there numbers were too few, and that would only help for a handful of seasons before there were no fairies left to continue.
"But your majesty," asked the Minister of Spring. "Who can help us? What assistance is there among the humans who do not even know we exist?"
Queen Clarion took a deep breath, taking care to phrase her words just so. "There is one who dwells among them, though he be not one of them. He protects them, for there are many dangers that most humans remain as blissfully unaware of as they do us. I would add that without him watching over the planet, these terrors would assail us too. In fact it was he, long before the first laugh that brought many of you here ever danced on the breeze, that saved Pixie Hollow from utter extinction by erecting the hidden passage governed by the Second Star."
A great chorus of excitement arose in the fairies at the possibility of such a savior. The joyous cries culminated in a question: "Who? Who is it that can save us?"
The Queen's eyes danced suddenly with a mischievous light, as if the current crisis was being assuaged by the sweetest of memories. "Who indeed," she replied. "His name, is the Doctor."
Second Star to the Right
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Second Star to the Right
"What is that?" Tinker Bell asked in hushed tones.
"Regenerative Energy," the Doctor said. "Last resort. Emergency use only. Just a dash ought to be enough to get the dust flowing again. That's it. It's going to be allLLLL-AHH!"
"What is it?" Tink glanced at the Doctor's suddenly straining face.
"Acchh!" the Doctor grunted again. "Tree! Caught! Feedback loop! Burning me! Inside out!"
"Doctor!" Tinker Bell shouted. "Tell me what to do!"
Ozzie stood up quietly, staring into the heart of the tree.
"Run!" the Doctor said, his face turning orange and yellow. "I'm going to explode."
"Explode!" Tinker Bell was horrified.
"Get the others!" the Doctor continued. "Hurry!"
"You said feedback loop." Ozzie took a step toward the tree. "It's because the tree can't convert the energy into magic, because you're not a fairy, right?"
"Maybe. How do you even-" the Doctor grunted, grabbing his right hand with his left and struggling to keep it from touching the bark. "Probably. Yes."
"So if I go in there," Ozzie trailed off ...
"What?" cried the Doctor, slipping closer. "No! You can't! You'll merge with the tree! Be lost forever-even if it works!"
"It'll work. Remember me-" Ozzie began to say, but the rest of her words were lost as she stepped forward into the light.
"NO!" the Doctor shouted, but almost instantly, he was released and the pain was gone. After another moment he closed his hand, cutting off the flow of Regenerative Energy. "No."
The golden light flowed up the trunk, sealing the frost car with new bark and without warning, the tree flashed as bright as the sun and when it faded, it was brimming with fresh rainbow colored leaves.
The Doctor stood and looked up just as a stream of Pixie Dust cascaded down and splashed over him. "Thank you Ozzie," he whispered.
eye. "That looks like Big Ben. We materialized inside Big Ben... Cool! What's Big Ben doing in Pixie Hollow?"
"It's not in Pixie Hollow and neither are you," said a jingly voice flitting passed his ear.
The Doctor's vision cleared and he looked down over the gas lamps of Victorian London. "I suppose I'm not," said the Doctor. Then he looked up and saw a massive tree plant with luminescent blue flowers that resembled satellite antenna sprouting from the top of the bell tower.
"Oh that won't do," the Doctor said. "That won't do at all. Why did you plant the organic distress beacon on top of Big Ben where everyone can see it?"
"Oh I don't know," said the jingly voice fluttering around his head. "Maybe because you told Queen Clarion it needed to be used on high ground without saying how big it was going to get!"
"High ground," the Doctor said, straightening his bow tie. "Well then," he made eye contact with the tiny figure fluttering before him. "I must say, that was rather resourceful of you, putting it way up here, where the TARDIS would be sure to hear it."
"I, uh," the diminutive figure folded her arms and hovered in place. "Thank you, I suppose. You know it wasn't easy. There were storms! The moment we arrived heavy winds whipped me right out of the basket Nimrod was carrying and we got separated. So ever since I got here, I've had to walk! Walk! Quite a ways too because it's been too cold for me to let my wings out. And now, only just today, the sun peeked out so I took a chance on flying up here and turning myself into a garden fairy, and growing your blue box seed thingy into this giant tree to get you here because we, I mean, Pixie Hollow, is in big trouble and Queen Clarion said you made a promise to help us if we were ever in trouble, and we're in trouble so I hope you're ready to keep that promise."
The Doctor's eyes wobbled a bit from trying to keep up with the rapid recap.
"Sorry," Tinker Bell said after another moment, "I can get a little excited, it's just-"
"Yo-ho-ho!" the Doctor danced around on his heel. "I'm ready! I am ready indeed! But I have two questions. First: Who are you?"
"I'm Tinker Bell, of course."
"Of course!" the Doctor whirled again. "Tinker Bell! Smashing! What a brilliant name! Tinker Bell!"
Tinker Bell, still hovering, cocked her head from the left to the right. "Wait a second. You are the Doctor right?"
"Yes. Absolutely." The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair and spun a third time. "At your service."
"Really," Tinker Bell peered at him skeptically. "The Queen said you'd have a long, rainbow scarf. Where's your scarf?"
"Yes, ah, that was some time ago," the Doctor said. "Quite a few wardrobe changes since then. But I've got the blue box," he pointed at the TARDIS. "Surely she told you about the blue box?"
"Well, that's true," Tinker Bell conceded. "All right then. What's the second question?"
"Second question?" the Doctor was momentarily confused. "Oh yes! The second question! Very important. Second question." The Doctor took a breath and let it out all at once: "Are there going to be pirates? I love pirates! Yo-ho-ho and uhh," the Doctor saw Tinker Bell squinting at him and began to drift off, "uhhh..."
"No," said Tinker Bell. "No pirates. And what do you mean you love pirates?"
"Well," said the Doctor. "I just meant-"
"Pirates are bad!" said Tinker Bell. "The pillage. They steal. Always up to no good. Trying to swipe our Pixie Dust."
"Right!" said the Doctor. "What was I thinking?" He jolted his forehead with his left hand. "Things still a little scrambled in there after thumping Big Ben." He smacked his head with his other hand. "Ha Haaa! There it is! Pirates. Bad. Got it now! So where's Queen Clarion?"
"She's in Pixie Hollow."
"So she is," the Doctor clapped. "Pixie Hollow. We should go there and talk to her, I suspect."
"Can't?" The Doctor stilled and looked directly at Tinker Bell. "Why? What's happened? Pixie Hollow is protected."
"No," said Tinker Bell. "I mean, Queen Clarion is fine. Pixie Hollow is fine, for now, I guess, and it might be, we hope. But we can't go there." Tinker Bell flew to the ledge and looked up. "It... It took me too long to get here."
"Too long?" the Doctor said. "What do you mean?"
"Doctor," Tinker Bell pointed up into the sky. "The Second Star is gone."
"Gone? What?" the Doctor jumped forward and looked up. "That's impossible."
The Doctor scanned the sky and muttered, "Impossible. That's just impossible. That would mean..."
"It means," Tinker Bell said weakly, "I'm stranded here, in the human world, forever."
The Doctor hunkered down, resting his arms on the ledge next to Tinker Bell. Bringing his head low to look at the fairy closely, he could see that her blond hair had come undone from its bun, and that her bright green, leafy garb had been soiled by the hands of London.
"Tinker Bell," the Doctor said softly.
The fairy sat on the ledge and drew her legs in, then sniffed and brushed away a tear. "I was too late. I was going to save spring, and all the seasons, for everyone. Now the Second Star is gone and I have no way to get back. When it gets cold again, my wings will freeze and crack and I'll never fly again. What'll happen to me then?"
"Tinker Bell," the Doctor began again. "You can't be stranded. Not when your new best friend has a space ship."
Tinker Bell looked at him. "A space ship?"
"Yeah!" the Doctor grinned. "And not just any space ship. The best space ship anywhere, ever."
Tinker Bell fluttered up in excitement. "It can take me back to Pixie Hollow without the Second Star?"
Trying to maintain eye contact, the Doctor lifted himself to the very tip of his toes. "Well, no. Not without the Second Star."
"Then what good is it?" Tinker Bell landed again.
"What good is it?" the Doctor's face zoomed in close and zoomed away again. "It's the TARDIS!" The Doctor pranced away and leaned against the blue box with all the flair he could muster.
Sensing the Doctor was holding something back, something big. Tinker Bell darted over and circled the TARDIS twice. "Not very big for a human ship," she observed.
Shrugging away the comment with a sly smile, the Doctor said, "Yeah, like it that way. Good for parking."
"Hold on," Tinker Bell said. "How is it you can understand me? Humans don't understand fairy talk."
"Ohhh, you are good Tinker Bell," the Doctor said. "Very good. The TARDIS has a translation circuit. Any language. Anywhere."
"Wow," Tinker Bell said, looking the blue box over again with fresh eyes.
"Wow," the Doctor shucked and stroked the TARDIS with a gentle hand. "She said 'wow.' Love it when people say wow."
"What else can it do?"
The Doctor tilted toward Tinker Bell, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The TARDIS door squeaked open and Tinker Bell jet straight back as fast as her wings could take her.
"Come inside and find out for yourself." The Doctor smiled and vanished through the door.
Tinker Bell blinked twice, flew up to the door, and retreated again. Finally, with a deep breath that rattled her shoulders, she affixed a stern look to her eye, and flew through the doors in search of the Doctor.
In the middle of the pond was a rock with the sculpted statue of a fairy standing steely eyed against an unseen danger. Tinker Bell was quite proud of it. She had worked long hours with an illustrator to get it just right for the carvers, especially the face. And should the Doctor ever keep his promise to return for Dedication Day, or perhaps tour the garden at some other time on holiday, he will indeed recognize the face on the statue of the fairy he never actually got to see, as one he's seen before. True as well this is, of her name as it appears on the plaque:
Oswin of Sundrop Meadow.
A month after the return of the Second Star, Tinker Bell rose early and flew straight away to the last place she had seen the Doctor.
The fairies had erected a new garden where the TARDIS had appeared, and subsequently disappeared. The dedication of a new garden always meant a Pixie Hollow wide holiday for the fairies, and today was Dedication Day for The Doctor's Landing.
After the Queen's speech, the fairies filed inside through the TARDIS Gate, a trellis erected in facsimile of the TARDIS itself and covered in blue flowers. The trellis then wound itself out into a maze of many sitting areas and secret grottos, simulating the bigger on the inside secret of the TARDIS.
At the center was Ozzie's Pool of Courage. A serene reflecting pond for visitors to peer in and find the hope and bravery they needed to face whatever crisis they might be dealing with at the time.
"What just happened?' Carver asked, flying over to the Doctor who was still standing under the Pixie Dustfall.
"Tickles a bit, doesn't it?" he said softly. "Pixie Dust. Absolutely wonderful. Totally unique in all of time and space."
"Doctor?" Carver asked again.
"Right then," the Doctor continued, turning serious. "Save the Pixie Planet stage two, well three actually if you count what we did up there. No more fairies. Isn't that what you said Carver?"
The Doctor whirled around in the opposite direction that Carver flew, then they did it again. "Carver? Where's Carver? Just here a second ago. Anyone seen Carver?
"Behind you Doctor," Carver informed him.
The Doctor turned around slowly while Carver waited. "No more new fairies. That's what you said. Right, Carver?"
"Doctor, please," Carver pointed at the crowd. Many were kneeling, some were crying, all of them imploring him with their eyes. "Tell us what happened. Are we safe? Finally safe? What happened to Ozzie? We need to know."
Tinker Bell watched the Doctor gird himself against what he had to say. Realizing suddenly how difficult permanent loss must be for someone who could travel everywhere in time and space except to see the faces they most wanted to see, she was now certain that when they had first met back on the mainland, which seemed so long ago but wasn't, not really, the Doctor was dealing with great loss himself. A friend perhaps, maybe family, or even both.
"Yes, all right," the Doctor said. "What's the point of being amazing if no one's going to know? And you know who was amazing just now?"
"You?" asked a fairy with cloud white hair.
The Doctor leaned down. "Me? Well maybe just a little. But really, it was Ozzie."
"Ozzie?" many whispered, flying in closer.
"Yes! Ozzie! She saved all of you!" The Doctor paused, looking up toward a high ridge. "And saved me too. Thank you again Ozzie. Now how does this work? Happy thoughts. Yes that's it."
The Doctor, still sparkling with Pixie Dust, began to glide up into the air. "Yes. Follow me up to that ridge and I will tell you about Ozzie."
The Doctor landed in a hilltop glade and many of the fairies landed with him. The Doctor looked around and aimed his sonic screwdriver at the sky in every direction. "There you are," he said when the whirr reached a high pitched whine. "Knew you were out there somewhere." He dropped to his knees and began to dig a hole with his hands.
"Despite our best efforts, the Pixie Dust Tree was going to fail. I have a talent much like you fairies do. Well, many talents really, but the one I'm born with is called regeneration. Sometimes I can lend a little of that energy to others, to help them heal. That's what I was trying to do. That was the secret weapon."
The Doctor pulled a blue bulb from his pocket and dropped it in the ground and covered it up. "But the tree and I were not compatible. It couldn't absorb the energy. So it kept taking more and giving it back trying to make it work. Garden fairies is you please?" the Doctor pointed at the hole.
While the garden fairies rushed in and nurtured the new bulb, one of the others asked, "What does that mean? Not compatible? I don't really understand."
"Ohh!" Tinker Bell announced. "I know. It's like needing water, but you only have ice, so you need something to melt it so you can drink it properly."
The fairies all began to nod and murmur as they clarified it for each other. The Doctor smiled at Tinker Bell and she flittered in a circle.
"Exactly as Tinker Bell says," the Doctor continued, looking up at the new antenna tree rising into the air. "I was the ice, and Ozzie, brave Ozzie, sacrificed herself to convert my talent into the water the Pixie Dust Tree needed to regenerate and live again."
As the antenna tree loomed higher and higher a great cheer went up for Ozzie, and the Doctor aimed his sonic screwdriver at the tree until, apparently satisfied, he dropped his arm again.
As the throaty clamor died down, the Doctor twirled with a flourish and announced, "But wait! There's more! Rising behind me is a new amazingly remarkable tree that-"
"Look! Look!" someone shouted.
Another thundering, celebratory roar filled the air.
"It's a fairy wisp! A new fairy has come to Sundrop Meadow!"
"Yes," the Doctor clapped happily. "As I was saying ..." the assembled fairies raced off after the wisp. "I've tuned it, so now," the Doctor watched the fairies fly back down the ridge and his voice faded. "Now, new fairies will come."
After a long moment of silence Tinker Bell buzzed around the Doctor's head. He flashed a grateful grin at her, but as ever, his somber thoughts, whatever they were, remained unspoken.
Tinker Bell smiled back, then asked seriously. "Will new fairies really come now? Why did they ever stop? Just the thought of it frightens me."
Utilizing the Pixie Dust, the Doctor rose up off the ground and Tinker Bell followed him back toward the TARDIS.
"Quite simple actually, he said, twirling in the air. The nearest human colony making babies and babies laughing for the first time must have moved out of range, or perhaps they were wiped out when the temporal cloud was created. But humans are everywhere in this era. And always shouting to the universe 'Here we are!' or 'Here we come!' Easy enough then to locate them and tune the antenna tree in that direction. I expect that before long, Sundrop Meadow will be thriving again."
"Yes whooOAAAHH!" the Doctor crashed the final few feet to the ground. "Well that wore off quite suddenly."
Tinker Bell giggled. "Do you want some more Pixie Dust?"
The Doctor's eyes lit up for a moment, then he ran his hand along the side of the TARDIS. "Love to Tink, but it's probably a good time to slip off."
Tinker Bell fixed him a stare and then flew through the doors to confront him inside.
The Doctor was already flipping switches when she asked, "Don't like goodbyes much?"
He shrugged at her and glanced away at the rotor as it began to rise and fall.
"Okay," Tinker Bell said, "Well don't think you're dropping me off in Pixie Hollow and sneaking away without seeing the Queen."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Tink's eyes narrowed. "And there will definitely be a festival in your honor. You have to stay for that too."
The Doctor's head rolled to one side. "You know, when all this began, well, I have a very important thing tomorrow."
"Thing? What kind of thing?"
"Not sure exactly. Sort of mysterious. But a thing. A real thing. A definite thing. I mean, she told me to come back tomorrow."
"Who did?" Tinker Bell folded her arms and looked at him suspiciously.
The TARDIS began to groan and wheeze, coming in for a landing.
"Well she can wait," Tinker Bell said. "Pixie Hollow festivals are legendary, and we can't have one without the guest of honor. And besides, you have a time machine and you can get to your date whenever you want."
"It's not a date," the Doctor protested. "It's a thing. I said thing."
"Great," Tinker Bell said. "If it's not a date, it's settled then."
The Doctor's jaw dropped. It was rare that he was so subtly outmaneuvered. Then he smiled, his childish charm and humor returning all at once. "Two conditions."
Tinker Bell flew around to meet him eye to eye. "Go on."
"You said guest of honor. We have to be co-tinkers of honor because I couldn't have done any of this without you."
"Well, sure," Tink blushed. "And the second?"
"More Pixie Dust?" the Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Flying really is quite brilliant."
"I'm sure that can be arranged." Tinker Bell flew in a happy circle, then stopped suddenly to point a warning finger at the Doctor. "And you promise not leave before the end of the festival like we did Sundrop Meadow. We work quick around here, I'm sure it'll be tomorrow night. Afterward, I'll meet you here at midnight to say ... to say ..."
"I promise," the Doctor raised a hand.
"To say see you later." Tinker Bell nodded once and flew out.
"See you later."
The Doctor smiled, and realized suddenly that he had been doing much more of that since meeting Tinker Bell. "Always liked see you laters. So much hope. So much promise in those three little words." The Doctor's hand had unconsciously moved over the door control and he looked down at it in mild surprise, then at the other, quietly standing by to dematerialize.
"Fairies." He closed his eyes for a long moment, then opened them again and looked up and around at the TARDIS with a wistful smile. "I did promise you a rest, didn't I?" The Doctor nodded. "Well, you've certainly earned this one."
"And you Tinker Bell, you promised me," the Doctor looked around as if realizing he was alone for the first time. "Where'd she go?" The Doctor strode toward the doors. "Tinker Bell! I distinctly remember you promising me-"
A wall of cheering fairies stopped him in his tracks at the TARDIS threshold. Thought tiny, they could orchestrate tremendous noise when they set their minds to it; with horns blowing, animals calling, birds singing and insects chirping and zizzing and buzzing.
"Told you," Tink said, as hundreds of butterflies burst into the air behind her like fireworks. "Legendary."
Surrendering himself to the frivolity of Pixie Hollow, the Doctor raised his hands and danced out among the celebrating fairies.
"I love legendary!"
"How many others do you need to make this plan work?" Carver asked.
Tinker Bell looked out at the tree, recalling when the deadly Frost struck Pixie Hollow and how many fairies it took to save their Pixie Dust Tree.
"Four more," she said at length. "Six will be enough and leave us dust left over for emergencies."
The Doctor was just coming round the trunk of the tree again, sonic screwdriver buzzing away in his hand, when Tinker Bell arrived with the six volunteers.
"We don't have much time," he said, checking his final readings, "but with a little luck, and our secret weapon, we have a real chance to save this Pixie Dust Tree."
In short order, Tinker Bell had all the surviving fairies of Sundrop Meadow gathered and began to explain. There weren't nearly as many as she thought. Just one hundred twenty-six in all. Of those, there were only six warm fairies; two dust keepers, two animal fairies, one fast flying fairy, and one water fairy.
Meanwhile, the Doctor was walking around the Pixie Dust Tree, scanning it repeatedly and taking measurements with his sonic screwdriver.
"All right," Tinker Bell called, "I've explained how the talent switching dust works. Now we need volunteers."
All the warm fairies stepped forward.
"I'm sorry," Tinker Bell said after a moment's reflection. "If this works, the natural order will eventually be restored and the winter fairies will have to stay on the cold side, so only one dust keeper and one animal fairy can volunteer. The rest will be needed to use their gifted talents if this works."
"Tinker Bell" the Doctor shook the monitor as if that might wake her. "No!"
The Doctor vaulted up the stairs. "Hold on tink! Hold on! No, no, no-no-no-noooo. I can't lose you too. Not after Amy and Rory."
The Doctor leapt up on the ladder to the flight light with a running start and was several rungs up before it hit the floor. As gingerly as he could, he opened the small door and let Tinker Bell slide gently into his hand.
"To the infirmary!" The Doctor slid down to the floor and dashed off, turning through corridors in a reckless fashion that any onlooker would have thought random. His eyes never left the little fairy in his left palm, and as hard and as fast as he ran, she didn't jostle or bump at all.
Forty-eight seconds later he set her down softly in the middle of a giant white bed, then began poking at numerous instruments and examining the readouts until finally, he pulled over a saucer shaped light, angled it at the prone fairy and switched it on.
Tinker Bell was bathed in a soft pink light, and the Doctor pulled over a giant lens attached to an extender arm through which he could see her more clearly.
"You can do it Tink!" he said, wincing at the sight of her crumpled, twisted wings. "You can do it!"
After endlessly tense moments, Tinker Bell finally stirred and moaned, but did not open her eyes. With a great exhale, the Doctor fell into a nearby chair and buried his face in his hands.
He took several long deep breaths, then wiped the tears from his eyes and whispered, "Brilliant Tinker Bell. Truly amazing. To find so much heart and courage in someone so small and fragile. I knew you could do it. Never doubted you not once.
Then he was a blur of motion, springing out of the chair and examining her again through the lens. "Now that you're stabilized, we'll let you rest a bit and see if we can get those wings some proper help. Perhaps the Parladorians. Experts in physiognomy from one end of the cosmos to the other the Parladorians."
With a long, final look at the unconscious, fretful fairy, the Doctor swept out of the infirmary and stalked back to the console room.
The viewer flicked over to show the inside of the Flight Indicator. "... in any danger," he finished, glancing up at Tinker Bell lying motionless on the floor.
The Doctor lifted himself up off the floor and staggered back to the viewer.
"You did it Tinker Bell! Can you hear me? You did it! I was just able to dematerialize as the temporal cloud collapsed in on itself. A bit bumpy, kind of like being stretched in every direction at once and snapped back again, but we made it. And thanks to you the Second Star is visible all over the universe again!"
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"No, no, no!" the Doctor shouted. "What're you doing? We have to find her!"
Unbidden words surfaced in his mind. A conversation not to long ago. A conversation with his wife:
"You didn't always take me where I wanted to go." said the Doctor.
"No," replied Idris. "But I always took you where you needed to go..."
The console quieted and after a moment, the Doctor raised his head and looked at the monitor.
"Organic distress signal? Who could have? Only one person... But that was so long ago... Oh-oh-oh-OHH no!"
The TARDIS doors opened and the Doctor came racing out. "Your majesty! I'm-" BONNGGG! He ran straight into a massive bell.
"Oww! Owww! Owwwwwwww!" said the
Doctor still holding his forehead. After a moment, still holding his head, he squinted up through the pain with one
Tinker Bell awoke with a soft moan, and finding herself under a mountain of blankets, groggily pushed herself up on her elbows. Her movements were greeted by a large gasp. Stopping abruptly, she opened one eye to have a look around and saw faces she did not recognize closing in on her.
"She's awake! She's awake!" a breathless voice called out.
"She made it," followed an awed whisper.
"Do you really think she's from Pixie Hollow?" someone wondered with reverence.
"Haven't seen a tinker since before the Frost Fall."
Tinker Bell opened her other eye and came slowly alert. "What's a Frost Fall?" she asked.
Her question prompted another great murmur and she took the time to extricate herself from under the blankets. Sitting up at last, Tinker Bell tucked a ream of golden hair behind each ear and looked around. "I don't recognize any of you. Where am I? Where's the Doctor?"
"I'm right here child," said a warm faced healing talent fairy.
"You look like a winter fairy," Tinker Bell noted.
"I am a winter fairy," she replied, examining Tinker Bell's wings and complexion.
"Is this the Winter Woods then?"
The healer looked at her and replied, "Not as you know them."
"What does that mean?" Tinker Bell looked around again. "And where is the Doc-"
Tinker Bell's questions were drowned out by a rising tumult outside the door. "Excuse me! Pardon me! That's it-thank you-oh so sorry about that! Patient waiting and all." The waiting mob of fairies parted to reveal the Doctor's smiling face swaying outside the door. "There you are! Awake at last!"
"At last? How long have I been sleeping?"
The Doctor pulled out a pocket watch on a glittering golden chain and quickly consulted it. "Just over four nerve wracking hours. But you're awake now and let me be the first to tell you ..." The Doctor's eye came right up to the door frame for a better view. "Well, I told you once already, but you were sleeping, and now you're awake, so this is really the second first time but ... Hold on!"
The Doctor's eye disappeared. Then the whirring sound of his sonic screwdriver filled the air and a moment later, he lifted the roof off of the entire room.
"There we are. Much better now. The fairies here have fashioned an impressive network of underground tunnels to protect from the cold, but I didn't want you so far from the TARDIS and whipped up this temporary medical center. Though I suppose it will be permanent now, maybe, unless they decide to move it."
Tinker Bell dropped her chin and yet another sheaf of golden hair fell over her eyes. "Tell me what?" she asked patiently, tucking the errant hair back again.
"You did it Tink!" The Doctor pointed up at the sun.
Tinker Bell lifted her eyes and her face immediately flushed with warm light. "Is that the Second Star?" she asked, her smile as bright as the sunshine caressing her cheeks.
"It is!" the Doctor replied. "Oh you were glorious Tink. Merged with the TARIDS on a molecular level you saved the Second Star from the temporal cloud! It's all gone! Pixie Hollow is saved. And I might add, we discovered and saved this place too! It's a Pixie Planet! It's all terribly exciting. Hard to say if you come from here or they come from Pixie Hollow but that's a mystery for another time."
"Wait a second!" Tinker Bell rose out of the bed and tested her wings. "What do you mean Pixie Planet?"
"I know! It's a great name!" the Doctor said. "Rolls right off the tongue. The Pixie Planet." The Doctor made little circles with his left hand in front of his mouth while he said it.
"We don't call it that," Carver said. "We call it Sundrop. And this is Sundrop Meadow."
"Ohhh," Tinker Bell gushed, testing her wings with a flitter. "What a beautiful name."
The Doctor folded his arms, rolled his eyes and mouthed the words Sundrop Meadow-What a beautiful name at the same time.
"And it hasn't been saved," Carver finished.
"Oi! What's this then?" the Doctor twirled. "Of course it has. The Second Star is back, the Pixie Planet, excuse me," the Doctor waved his hands dramatically, "Sundrop Meadow, is warming up. Warming up! Snow-a-melting! Going to be awhile before everything is back to normal, but saved, certainly."
The winter fairy sighed wearily. "Turn around Doctor."
The Doctor did so and saw a massive tree, much like a willow. The ancient giant was thawing, but its trunk was splintered and cracked. Its once mighty branches burst by the weight of crushing snow, lie dangling at odd angles.
"That is our Pixie Dust Tree. We did everything we could. But winter has held sway for too long. As it thaws, it also dies. And when it dies, we will never fly again. On top of that, a new fairy has not arrived here in Sundrop Meadow in nearly a hundred years."
"What about the garden fairies?" Tinker Bell asked. "I don't see them anywhere, have they even tried to save the Pixie Dust Tree yet?"
Many faces drooped at the same time, and the mood spiraled down into a profound sadness. Tinker Bell hovered closer to the Doctor's ear and asked, "What is it? What did I say?"
"Look around Tink," the Doctor replied. "Nearly all winter fairies left now, I believe the garden fairies and many others, were lost during the Frost Fall."
"Ohhh," Tinker Bell said, looking left and right. "Hold on. I still have Zarina's talent switching dust. If we don't have any garden fairies we'll make some!"
"What does this mean?" Carver asked. "Make some?"
The TARDIS sprang under Tinker Bell's feet, throwing her back against the glass. "Whooaah!" she called out, flapping her wings to steady herself.
Transfixed once more by the star field, Tink watched the temporal cloud loom larger and larger until the sheer enormity of it made her shrink back in awe.
It was hard to tell at first, but the TARDIS began to skirt the edge of the cloud, its sheer speed melting everything around her into wavy lines of flickering light as the ship tried to complete its first rotation around the massive field. To Tinker Bell that journey seemed to take a very long time, and she began to feel the strain of staying aloft in the flight light.
Her toes landed on the floor, and the moment they did, the TARDIS slowed beneath her. "Heyyy," she said aloud. "Is that supposed to happen?"
She began flapping again and felt the TARDIS pick up speed and energy. It's like ... we're rowing but not really rowing ...
"The Doctor to Tinker Bell."
The voice was all around her.
"Doctor to Tinker Bell. I'm broadcasting outside the TARDIS. I hope you can hear me. The TARDIS appears to have ... linked up with you ... joined forces you might say ... realigned its molecules using you as a template so that it can maximize the potential of the Pixie Dust.
"This is very important Tink. Absolutely vital. The TARDIS needs you. She's getting the extra strength she needs to create the massive imploding cyclonic vortex from you." His voice dropped noticeably. "So you have to stay airborne Tinker Bell. At all costs." Then it rose again. "So c'mon now! Get that fairy-nitro flowing! I know you can do it! Flap-flap-flap! Our little Tink Turbo! That's what you are! Flap as hard as you can! As hard as you can!"
Urged on by the Doctor, her face flushed with effort, Tinker Bell focused on a distant point at the edge of the cloud. Flapping with all her might, she imagined a place just around the curvature and strove to reach it. With the Doctor cheering her on to keep giving just a little bit more and a little bit more, the strain grew and grew until all at once, she realized her wings had peaked.
How long was she flying? It seemed like forever. The Doctor was pleading now, begging her for more, for all of Pixie Hollow but she just couldn't do it. She had nothing left to give, and worse she knew, was that she would be weakening before the job was done. Tinker Bell ground her teeth together. She had to find more somewhere, dig down deeper, into, into-her pouches!
Maybe. Just maybe. She had used it all, but just maybe ...
Tinker Bell felt around for her empty pouch of fast flying fairy dust. Found it! She reached inside, dug her fingers around into every seam and then pulled her hand out. Yes! Several random flecks were on her fingers and she coated her shirt with them. Reaching in again she found a few more. Then the bag was utterly and truly empty and she dropped it.
Blue dust! Blue dust! She found the pouch of blue and splashed a dripping handful on the fast flying fairy dust on her shirt. C'mon! C'mon! Please work! In the next instant the dust multiplied and she was coated with fast flying fairy dust. Just to be sure, she snatched as much as she could with both hands and tossed it back over her wings.
"Time to fly!" Tinker Bell shouted.
"Yes! That's it Tink!" the Doctor called out to her. "Go! Go! Go!"
Thanks to the dust she might might have the talent of a fast flying fairy, but that didn't give Tink the aerodynamic wings of a fast flying fairy, and the small light housing was filled with an ear splitting buzz created by wings never meant to go as fast as they were.
On and on she flew. Gasping and crying. Her tiny heart pounding! Until suddenly, she was overcome by blackness and collapsed to the floor.
A great cheer for the Doctor rose up, and the Queen let everyone bask in hope for several long moments before breaking the spell. "We still need a volunteer to go to the mainland and find him."
Every voice in the meadow abruptly stilled, and every animal and bird stood in place, waiting to see who, if anyone, had the courage to go. By their nature, most fairies are not cowardly or brave, but the overly cautious prisoners of their fragile existence. To this general rule there were rare exceptions, but one in particular, and it was her crystal clear voice that rose from the crowd.
"I'll do it."
Every head turned to look as a green garbed tinker fairy with golden hair tucked into crisp bun rose into the air. "I'll go to the mainland and find the Doctor," she said firmly.
The Queen smiled. I knew if there was no one else, there would be you most of all.
"Come forward," said the Queen, "bravest of the brave, and let Pixie Hollow salute you: Tinker Bell!"
"Right then Clara Oswald, time to find out who you are!"
The Doctor flipped the Dematerialization Lever and the TARDIS lurched unexpectedly to the left, sending him careening against the railing warding the ship's hexagonal console.
Quite abruptly the TARDIS' landing sequence began to squeal.
"Ready or not we're going to have to save her old girl," said the Doctor.
"I know you want to rest a bit, but we can rest a bit after, just you and me." The Doctor rubbed the edges of the console with his hands. "Now where are we and how far is it to-hold on ..." The Doctor turned his head to peer at his viewer sidewise. "What's this? Looks like a Pixie Dust Tree, but that can't be-"
The Doctor opened the doors and dashed out into the chilly light of day. "Brrrr," he shivered, looking around. "This looks remarkably like Pixie Hollow. It's like we've crashed on, some kind of ... Pixie Planet."
"Oh my," the Doctor remarked, looking down to find the snow melting visibly around his feet. "That is amazing. Going to be a muddy mess. But still quite amazing."
The Doctor looked up at the sky and basked in the sunshine, "Hello Second Star to the Right. The temporal cloud was stealing the heat and light from here as well wasn't it? I'm sure I speak for the entire planet when I say it's good to have you back. Feels like it's gone up seven point eight degrees just since I've been standing here."
Movement in the distance caught his eye. "Right. What's this then?"
The movement resolved itself into tiny, flying figures.
"Fairies!" The Doctor clapped. "It is a Pixie Planet! Oh hello!" he shouted, waving his arms vigorously. "Over here! I have a friend in need of assistance! A healing talent! That's it! Is anyone a healing talent?"
The figures glided in his direction. When they arrived they kept their distance, until finally, after sizing him up a bit, one glided a little closer than the rest. "Who are you? How did you get here?" asked a stern looking fairy.
"I'm the Doctor. I have a friend inside, her name's Tinker Bell. She's from Pixie Hollow and-"
"Pixie Hollow is a myth," the stern looking fairy said.
"Is it really?" the Doctor focused on the tiny figure before him. "And you must be?"
"Carver," the fairy replied. "And yes, Pixie Hollow is really a myth."
"Ahhaa!" The Doctor looked over the hovering assemblage that was growing by the moment. "But it's not! And I can prove it!"
"Prove it?" another fairy asked. "Prove it how?"
"My friend is a tinker fairy from Pixie Hollow. She and I," the Doctor pointed upward. "We, ahm, fixed the sky. Brought the sun back. You're quite welcome."
"How? How did you fixed the sky?"
"Right, very exciting that part, we'll get to it for sure. I promise. But my friend, the tinker fairy from the mythological legendarical Pixie Hollow, was gravely injured saving your world, and hers, and if I bring her out, you must, must help her, and then, when she wakes up, we'll tell you everything.
"Everything?" Carver asked less severely.
"Oh yes, yes-yes. Everything. Great story. Going to make fine poems and songs and tapestries maybe-do fairies do tapestries? I suppose you do but first, my friend, she needs help. Are we agreed?
Another fairy, stripping off her jacket in the warming light and dropping it in the melting snow, came forward to bob up and down in front of the Doctor.
"I'm a healer," she said as the Doctor followed her movements with his eyes. "And I speak for all when I say, we are agreed."
"Brilliant," the Doctor said, now nodding up and down to keep up with her. "I'll just fetch her then."
The Doctor's body moved toward the TARDIS, but his eyes never left the fairy and upon full extension, his bobbing head head jerked the rest of his flailing limbs back underneath it. After disengaging his eyes with a sharp clap to the side of his head, the Doctor huffed in self satisfaction, and then turned into the door with a loud thwamp!
The fairies glanced around at each other, then back at the Doctor who first stepped back, then left, then right, and then finally vanished inside. The door closed behind him, then opened briefly to let his voice back out: "Only a moment!"
Tinker Bell looked back and forth between the Doctor and the open doors several times. "Is it safe to just, go out there?"
"The area around the TARDIS is shielded. Plenty of room for you to fly around." The Doctor flashed a dainty smile. "Sprinkling."
"All right," Tinker Bell said, examining herself. "I know it's here somewhere. Give me a second, I'm not used to all these pouches and pockets."
"Love having pockets," the Doctor said. "Lots of pockets. Not pouches so much. But pockets. Have lots of pockets I always say. Best way to find things you've forgotten about to help you out of a jam."
"Here it is," Tinker Bell said.
"Looks small," the Doctor noted. "Will it be enough?"
"I have blue Pixie Dust too. Blue Pixie Dust multiplies any other dust it gets mixed with, should be plenty." Tinker Bell crossed to the door. "But I'll use it all just in case." Then she flew out.
"She's going to use it all," the Doctor echoed, flexing his fingers rapidly. "I need a hat! This calls for a hat."
Tinker Bell spread Pixie Dust all around the outside of the TARDIS and returned a short time later. "All right Doctor, we're all set." Tinker Bell looked around the empty room. "Doctor?"
"Coming!" the Doctor cried, all but leaping back into the console room. Landing with a low thud he tugged at the goggles affixed to his brown leather cap and let them snap back down. "Huh? Huh?" He twirled and the ear flaps rose up around him like a propeller.
Tinker Bell's chin drooped, but her gaze never left the Doctor. "Do you really need that?"
"Do I really need this?" the Doctor frowned. "Do I really need this? Oi! This, is my speedy hat. Wore this one when I helped Chuck Yeager break the sound barrier."
Tinker Bell blinked twice. "Well, I suppose if you think it will help."
"Of course it will help. Not as much as you're going to. But yes. Absolutely."
"Me?" The TARDIS shuddered around them and Tinker Bell glanced into the rafters. "What was that?"
"That was the TARDIS. She's not in tune with the magic of the Pixie Dust. That's where you come in."
"Oh," Tinker Bell touched her chin, and then looked up hopefully. "Back to the flight light?"
"Flight light," the Doctor's eyes widened. "I think you just renamed it Tink. Yes! Back to the flight light and hang on. Might get a little scary with all the crazy swirling but you are as perfectly safe in there as I am in here. Remember the way?'
Tinker Bell gave the Doctor a salute and zoomed off, voice fading quickly, "I remember!"
The Doctor saluted the direction in which she disappeared. Then he switched channels on the display until he saw Tinker Bell clambering inside the Flight Indicator. Once she settled in, he used his sonic screwdriver to unlock a panel near the rotor and opened it. The toggle underneath had two settings: lock and free. He flipped the switch to free and pressed the button beside it. Almost instantly the rooftop beacon outside began flashing through the spectrum. Gradually it began to slow, until finally, the light settled on the same luminous green as Tink's dress.
"Right then," the Doctor said softly. "Now you've got it. This is just for a little while I promise. Then it's right back to... sexy blue."
He flicked the toggle over to the lock position and the outside of the TARDIS turned green.
"I know I'm asking a lot of you today, maybe the most dangerous flight we've ever undertaken, and we've undertaken quite a few. But it's important. Pixie Hollow is worth saving." The Doctor snapped the goggles down over his eyes. "So let's save it."
With a final, deep breath, the Doctor threw a bright red lever and the TARDIS jolted forward.
At dawn the very next day, Tinker Bell stood at the edge of Pixie Hollow, ready for her flight to the mainland. About her slender frame she wore an extra layer of sturdy clothes to ward off the cold, and sundry pouches were tied about her waist. She was joined by Queen Clarion, Lord Milori, a clutch of her closest friends and many others to see her off.
"Lord Milori has tasked an Ice Hawk to assist you on your flight," the Queen informed her.
"An Ice Hawk?" Tinker Bell looked at the majestic white bird in wonder and not a little fear. "I was expecting a Snowy Owl. I was almost eaten by a hawk once, trying to teach a bird how to fly when I thought I wanted to be an animal fairy and-"
The hawk looked down at Tinker Bell and she took a step back.
"Tinker Bell," Lord Milori began, "I am afraid the trip to the mainland is far too dangerous for any Snowy Owl. But fear not, this bird is here to protect you, and your experience sneaking off to the Winter Woods in a basket to uncover the Secret of the Wings will serve you well. Hawks are faster, but the trip will be very much the same."
"And don't forget when you made that hot air balloon, to uh," Terence, a dust-keeper and one of Tinker Bell's closest friends began to stammer, "uh, for-when you needed just the right diamond to finish the most amazing Autumn Scepter ever. That was a long ride in a basket and that will help too!"
"Aye, and you have the bestest," Bobble was quickly interrupted by Clank: "Most sturdiest basket ever made in a tinker's shop in all of Pixie Hollow to rely on!"
The pair rushed her then and gave her a big hug. "Good luck Tinker Bell, and return to us soon," said Bobble.
The hug swelled quickly as her many other friends joined in.
Vidia, the fast-flying fairy, looked down at the group with a frown. "I still don't like this Miss Spare Parts. We're your friends and should be going with you," she said and the rest of her friends quickly agreed.
"Please, everyone. It's all right. I'm a tinker. This is what I do. I fix things. And with all of Zarina's talent switching fairy dust to help me, it'll be like you're all there with me. I'm going to be fine. I'm going to find this Doctor and bring him here to Pixie Hollow and we're going to set things right."
While the gathered fairies cheered Tinker Bell's brave words and watched her flutter into the basket for the trip to the mainland, Queen Clarion glanced over at Lord Milori and felt a tear roll down her cheek.
"She is right you know," the Lord of Winter whispered and brushed her face with a gentle hand. "Tinker Bell is our best hope."
"Your majesty," said the Minister of Spring. "I have retrieved what you asked for."
Queen Clarion looked down at his hand and accepted the small blue box with a nod. It had no hinges and appeared to be a perfect square. It has been so long. How can we be certain this will even work anymore? Then, her dandelion yellow gown shimmering in the morning light, she gracefully alighted over to the basket where Tinker Bell was saying her final farewells.
"Tinker Bell," said the Queen. "Take this and keep it safe. This is what you will need to summon the Doctor. Find a lofty place. Then, after switching your talent with the garden fairy dust, sprinkle blue pixie dust on the box."
The Queen nodded once. "This is what the Doctor told me, those many years ago."
"How do we know this is going to work?" asked Silvermist suddenly. "What if it's like a regular seed and needs water too? If I'm not there how will she know? She can give herself my powers but she can't give herself my experience."
"What if some of her talent switching dust is inert?" added Rosetta. "Especially if it's her garden fairy talent switching dust. I should go with her to be sure."
"If that's true I should go too," said Fawn. "There are lots of different birds and wildlife on the mainland. Dangerous wildlife."
"It's still cold there," noted Periwinkle. "If it's too cold Tinker Bell won't be able to fly. A winter fairy should go. I'm her sister, it should be me."
And on the chorus grew until-
"Enough!" A red haired fairy garbed like a pirate, long locks roiling in the breeze, rose swiftly into the air and flew to the edge of the basket.
"Zarina!" Many whispered. "It's Zarina!"
"I personally prepared every pouch of dust Tinker Bell is taking with her. They will work. She is ready. To Tinker Bell!" Zarina drew her sword and thrust it into the air.
"Tinker Bell!" many cried.
"I said! To Tinker Bell!" Zarina followed her sword into the air over the basket.
"Tinker Bell!" everyone shouted.
Zarina began to sing a rousing Pixie Hollow melody and the crowd joined in lustily. Near the end she fluttered close to Tink and whispered, "Are you ready?"
"I am now," Tinker Bell hugged Zarina tight. "Thank you."
Zarina sped into the air again and began to chant: "Fly! Fly! Fly!"
A short distance away Queen Clarion nodded at Lord Milori. The Lord of Winter whistled to the Ice Hawk and said, "Nimrod! Setzoun!"
Spreading its powerful wings, the bird hopped several steps and lept into the air.
"Fly! Fly! Fly!" the crowd continued to chant as the hawk circled twice and then dove toward the basket. Speeding in, claws extended, it appeared as if the streaking bird would pummel the basket and a great gasp strangled the chant. But Nimrod spread his wings at the last second, slowing just enough to gently clutch the basket and rise away toward the mainland."
"Fly! Fly! Fly!" the crowd resumed chanting.
Tinker Bell waved until they were out of sight, and then sat in the basket, clutching herself. "This is going to work," she said. "Right Nimrod?"
Nimrod replied with a piercing cry that should have stung Tinker Bell's tiny ears. Instead she found comfort in it, as she did too the rhythmic flap of the great bird's wings and the swaying of the basket. Snuggling up in a blanket laden corner, she pulled out the summoning seed and examined it to pass the the time.
The Doctor turned from the viewer, staggered and collapsed into a half sitting position on the floor. "Is there anything unspoiled by that madness, that horror?" He buried his face in his hands.
"What is it Doctor?" Tinker Bell asked. "What did you see?"
The Doctor reached up toward the console without looking and turned a dial. "See for yourself."
"Wow!" Tink said. "Is that the Second Star up close?"
Tinker Bell looked down at the Doctor and he nodded.
"It's so bright and-oh!" A saucer like ship, flaming and heavily damaged, materialized before the star. Then another. Finally a third appeared; the last a total ruin and swerving out of control, it slammed into a small planetoid and everything exploded. "Whooaah," Tinker Bell shielded her eyes from the blast-flare. "Were there people on those ships?" Are theyyy?"
"Not people," the Doctor said. "Daleks. The enemies of everything good and kind."
"Then, I guess I shouldn't feel too bad for them, but what happened?"
The Doctor pulled himself up, grimaced at the viewer a moment, then said, "The Time War happened. Those ships apparently tried to escape the final battle, and landed here. When the last one crashed it set off a chain reaction. The resulting explosion created a temporal cloud that's been expanding across the face of the Second Star ever since. Absorbing its light and sending it elsewhen, and it'll keep on doing that until it finally dissipates."
"And when it dissipates," Tink closed one eye and scrunched up her face, "the Second Star will be visible again?"
The Doctor nodded once and said, "Yes."
"Okay then, how long will that take?"
"Millennia, Tinker Bell," the Doctor hung his head again, "I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do to change what happened. It's an extraneous time locked event linked to the Time War."
Tinker Bell flew up to the viewer slowly and watched the events scroll through time once more. Then the Doctor shut if off and the screen went blank.
"I'm sorry Tinker Bell, I truly-"
Tinker Bell whirled on the Doctor. "But why do we have to go back and change what happened? I understand having a time machine is handy and all, especially if you break a moonstone, but aren't you a little to, I don't know, you shouldn't always need it to fix things. Tinkers fix things all the time-I fix things all the time, without time traveling."
"Yes, good point Tink, but for something like this the TARDIS is our primary tool, and its primary function is useless."
"Primary function?" Tinker Bell was unrelenting. "Back home human stuff washes up on Pixie Hollow every day. Some fairies call it junk. I call them Lost Things, and use what I find all the time for things they were never intended to do. Which is exactly what we need to do now. You said yourself the TARDIS is the bestest spaceship anywhere, ever. Now it's time to prove it."
The Doctor stood up straighter; his voice remained low, but inspired by Tinker Bell's speech, his eyes had begun to shine. "Do you have a plan Tinker Bell? I'm getting the distinct impression you might have a plan. Usually I'm the one who gets the plans, but... not lately."
Tinker Bell sensed the great sadness around the Doctor once more and resolved to try and fix that too if she could, but first things first. "It might not be a plan," she said. "Not really, but it is an idea."
The Doctor looked at her from under his hair. "Go on."
"Well, you said it was a cloud of some kind right?"
"Yes. A temporal cloud."
"Well, in Pixie Hollow, when we need to water some things but not others, Vidia and the other fast flying fairies zoom around a storm cloud and catch it up in a cyclone, then guide the cloud to where we need it. Can the TARDIS do that? Move the cloud somewhere safe?"
"An inter-stellar cyclone," the Doctor mused. "That is quite clever Tinker Bell, quite clever indeed."
"In this case, I think the temporal cloud might even collapse in on itself and blink right out of existence." Then the Doctor sighed. "But we're talking about one, very big, very massive cloud that's blotting out a star. The velocity it would take to create a cyclone big enough to capture the temporal cloud, I'm afraid it's beyond even the TARDIS."
Tinker Bell smiled, eyes sparkling in the light of the TARDIS instruments. "I might have left out the best part."
"The best part?" the Doctor asked.
"I have Pixie Dust."
"Yes," the Doctor nodded. "Pixie Dust. Great for flitting around from place to place but-"
"Talent switching Pixie Dust," Tinker Bell added.
The Doctor's chin rose. "Talent switching Pixie Dust?"
"Yes," Tinker Bell said. "I get the feeling the TARDIS is more than a ship. That it's a living ship. And if it is, maybe we can use the fast flying Pixie Dust to make her fast enough to create the cyclone. It's worth a try at least. Right?"
The Doctor stood there speechless. His eyes glistening. Then his lips moved, his voice barely a whisper. "I shouldn't travel alone. That's what she said, and she was right. Ah, my lost Ponds..."
"Lost ponds?" Tinker Bell asked. "What are lost ponds?"
The Doctor thrust his arms out suddenly, pointing at the little fairy with both hands. "Talent switching Pixie Dust!" he exclaimed.
Tinker Bell fluttered back in confusion, then shook her head and said, "That's right. Will it work?"
"Oh I have that wonderful tingly feeling that it might and might not! Love that feeling!" The Doctor began turning knobs and dials. "Just got to go back to your present and find precisely the right spot. Who invented that I wonder. Talent switching Pixie Dust? You, Tinker Bell?"
"Me? No. That was Zarina. She was a dust keeper who became a pirate-"
"Ah-ha!" the Doctor grinned. "Pirates! I knew there'd be pirates!"
"And nooowwww," Tinker Bell looked at the Doctor sternly, "she's back in Pixie Hollow and a Pixe Dust alchemist. Not a pirate! But she still does kind of dress like one."
"What a name," the Doctor tore himself from the console and stretched his hands across the air before him, "Zarina, the Pixie Dust alchemist. Great names fairy names. One of the best selling baby name books across the universe for millennia. Don't remember seeing Zarina in there, must be new. She must be the first! That settles it, have to pop over and say hello when we get back."
"I'm sure she'll enjoy meeting you too Doctor," Tinker Bell interrupted him. "If we fix this, I hope you'll consider-"
"Here we are!" the Doctor announced, racing over to open the doors. "Whenever you're ready Tinker Bell."
After casually observing that the TARDIS was like a puddle being deeper than you expected it to be, Tinker Bell seemed rather unfazed by how much bigger it was on the inside and didn't even ask for an explanation.
It was completely different with the ship's gadget laden console of course. The moment she saw it Tink gasped in delight and circled it over and over, ahhing at all the intricate Lost Things and wondering what they did.
"Confound it!" the Doctor said, drawing her attention. "Sometimes I'm just too thorough for my own good."
"What is it Doctor?" she asked, fluttering up beside him as he contemplated the viewscreen. "What is that?"
"That my dear Tinker Bell, is a map that should contain the location of the Second Star. But the TARDIS can't get a fix on it. It seems to be just gone. Like it never existed. No way to zero in. No way to lock on. No way to get there..." The Doctor tapped his chin.
"Ohhh," Tinker Bell alit on the Dematerialization Lever. Guess that means I'm back to just trying to go home without it."
The Doctor's finger stopped tapping and he looked at Tinker Bell.
"Even if I don't make it, it's better than freezing, or worse, getting captured by the humans. And maybe I'll make it, you know? Use my instincts. Let my wings guide me."
"Let your wings guide you..." the Doctor echoed.
"Yeah, sounds crazy I know but-"
"Not crazy Tink! Genius!"
Tink's eyes widened. "Genius? Really?"
"Yes!" the Doctor exclaimed and leaned down close. "You and your wings do know the way. You can guide the TARDIS to the Second Star!"
"How? I'm not sure I can even get home. How can I lead us all the way to the Second Star? Through space?"
"Not from out there," the Doctor pointed toward the doors. "From in here." He looked up at the ceiling. "Well, from up there actually."
"Up where? What are you talking about?"
"The Flight Indicator on top of the TARDIS. From in there you can be the TARDIS' nose, a nose that can lead us first to Pixie Hollow and then by course coordination extrapolation straight on to the Second Star! Brilliant Tinker Bell! Smashing!"
"Well," Tinker Bell fluttered happily. "I'm a tinker. That's what we do. We fix things. Even if we're not quite sure how."
"You certainly do. And we are going to fix this. Two tinkers fixing the Second Star eh? Yo-ho-ho-" Tinker Bell cocked an eye at the Doctor. "Oh right, no-no-no on the yo-ho-ho. Follow me!'
Tinker Bell zoomed after the Doctor as he raced around the gantry surrounding the console, up some stairs and down a quick series of halls.
"Shouldn't the flight thingy be over the Lost Thing steering board?" Tinker Bell wondered out loud.
"Used to be," the Doctor explained, "lots of changes since then. Remoldeling me, remodeling the TARDIS. But it's never far. Ah! Here we are!"
The Doctor jumped up suddenly to pull down a ladder that didn't quite pull down and Tinker Bell hid a quiet giggle behind her hand.
"Just a second," the Doctor kicked his legs and swiveled his hips. "A little stuck. Edison himself gave me the bulb up there. Never burns out, so it's been awhile since-whooaah!"
The ladder came free and the Doctor plummeted to the ground with a loud thump.
Tinker Bell's laughter chimed pleasantly up and down the corridors of the TARDIS.
"Ahhh," the Doctor sighed. "Fairy laughter. Didn't quite realize how much I missed it. The best medicine. Even the heaviest hearts can't help but be buoyed."
Tinker Bell absorbed the Doctor's words with a quizzically wan smile. Then peered up and said. "It looks really dark up there."
"Yes, won't be for long though, and we must do something about the antenna tree before all of London wakes to see it."
The Doctor scurried up the ladder. At the top he pulled something from his coat that made a whirring sound and aimed it at a small hatch.
"Ooo," Tinker Bell's eyes grew large. "What's that?"
"Sonic screwdriver. Now," the Doctor's tone turned grave. "This is a very, very sacred place in the TARDIS Tinker Bell. If someone got up here and mucked about with the Flight Indicator mechanism, there's no telling how much damage they could do. The TARDIS would always be off course." The Doctor glanced away and back again. "Well, a lot more than usual."
"Hmmm," Tinker Bell bit her lip. "You know, Doctor, back home... I kind of, sort of, sometimes muck things up. Not on purpose obviously, but maybe I shouldn't go up there. Maybe there's another way?"
"Nonsense," said the Doctor.
"Nooooo, it really isn't," Tink floated back down toward the floor. "When they trusted me with the moonstone to make the Autumn Scepter... I broke it. It was an accident of course. But it was the most valuable thing in all of Pixie Hollow and I broke it."
The Doctor slid down the ladder and leveled his eyes at the little fairy. "What did you do then?"
"Well, with a little help, a lot of help actually, from some friends, I used a diamond to intensify the light of the blue moon directly into the shards of the moonstone."
"Whoah!" the Doctor grinned. "That must've made a spectacular poof."
"Well, yeah, it did, the most blue Pixie Dust ever, but..."
"Shhhhh..." the Doctor put his fingers to his lips. "You fixed it. Like you said, that's what tinkers do."
Tinker Bell looked up at the Doctor.
"I fix things too," the Doctor continued. "So, tinker to tinker, I know I can trust you Tinker Bell. When you get up there, just get your bearings, think about home, and the TARDIS will do the rest."
Tinker Bell nodded. "Okay. I'm ready."
At that, Tinker Bell flew up to the ceiling. The Doctor climbed up the ladder behind her, unscrewed the Edison bulb and carefully put it in one of his pockets. "The door has an automatic locking spring. You can get in but you can't get out, so I'll come get you down as soon as we get there." He held the little door open and Tinker Bell flew in without hesitation. "Ohhh," the Doctor grinned. "You are one brave fairy. Don't worry. When this is over, you're going to be a legend in Pixie Hollow."
"Legend," Tink mumbled after she heard him hit the ground and his footsteps recede. "That's what I'm afraid of."
Looking around from the top of the TARDIS at the innards of the great clock made her wonder. How does this thing fly anyway? A moment later she saw the Doctor leap outside and quick step over to a thick branch of the antenna tree anchored to the top of Big Ben.
Watching him closely, she saw him lovingly caress one of the strange blue flowers that were probably not coincidentally, the same shade of blue as the TARDIS. The flower opened and Tinker Bell saw him harvest several seeds from the flower and store them in another blue box that he tucked safely in his pocket.
After placing his hand on the limb for a moment, he gave the tree a final gentle pat and turned away. Tinker Bell gasped as the majestic, towering tree began to age and shrivel before her eyes.
The Doctor trod back to the TARDIS with slow, heavy steps and did not look back while the tree swiftly withered away into dust to be carried away by the morning wind.
When the Doctor reached the TARDIS, Tinker Bell called down from her perch on the roof. "Doctor was that really necessary? That was awful!"
"I know," he said softly. "But just like you, it could not stay here. And its children are with me to bring somewhere safe."
Tinker Bell's anger softened when she saw the Doctor's stricken face. All that stuff before about heavy hearts. And now, she realized, he's added to that pain trying to save Pixie Hollow. She wanted to say something more, something soothing, but she had no idea what the source of the pain in his eyes was, and the right words did not come.
The Doctor walked out of view into the TARDIS. "Don't forget. When you hear us take off, focus on home!"
"Wait!" Tinker Bell pressed her face against the light housing. "How will I know we're taking off?"
Oh my! Tinker Bell thought: What's that awful noise? Then the world around her began to wobble and fade. This must be it! We're taking off!
Tinker Bell whirled around in a panic, then remembered the Doctor's words and calmed down. Closing her eyes she fluttered into the air, turning this way and that before finally settling on a direction. "That way," she whispered, focusing her gaze on the horizon. "That way. I know it."
As if sensing her thoughts the TARDIS raced off, wheezing and groaning into the morning light. Moments later the TARDIS was careening over Pixie Hollow. Tinker Bell cried out in delight when she saw the Pixie Dust tree and pressed up against the glass.
Then she saw a trio of fast flying fairies trying to catch up with them. Recognizing Vidia, she waved frantically, desperately trying to get her attention, but they were quickly left behind and she couldn't be sure if they ever saw her.
A few heartbeats later the TARDIS was through the clouds and beyond. The fairy shrank back as the darkness of space closed in around her, but a moment before she thought she'd suffocate, she was surrounded by stars and her fear evaporated. "Oh my," she whispered, unfurling like a flower.
Clank! Clank! Clank! She heard the Doctor storming up the ladder below the floor. "Coming Tinker Bell," his muffled voice rose up, followed by that whirring sound of his sonic screwdriver. What I could do with one of those!
The floor popped open.
"There we are!" said the Doctor all hair and teeth. Then he slid down the ladder. "You did wonderfully!" When the little fairy didn't speed out of the light housing straight away the Doctor looked up. "Tinker Bell? Aren't you coming?"
"I... wow..." Tink's voice drifted off and she fluttered down at last. "It's just so beautiful Doctor. I could look at the stars out there forever."
The Doctor rocked back on his heels and eyed the ship around him. "Hear that? That's two wows. We're up to two wows." The Doctor pointed at Tinker Bell with both hands, "And she doesn't even know the best part."
"The best part?"
The Doctor sidled up next to Tinker Bell. Looking at her closely he whispered, "We don't have to wait till morning." The Doctor clapped and whirled. "Haha! Follow me!"
The Doctor raced off happily, and Tinker Bell followed, shaking her head. Every time I think I know what to expect, he says or does something else... This is wonderful!
Back in the console room, watching the Doctor dart around flipping switches, turning dials and humming softly, Tinker Bell began to think out loud. "We don't have to wait till morning... Does that mean-"
The room lurched suddenly, hurling the Doctor brutally against the guard rails, then tottered to and fro again and again with teeth grating wails and whines. Floating unaffected by the motion, Tinker Bell covered her eyes and winced each time the Doctor or the TARDIS yowled. When the gyrations finally ceased and she heard the Doctor thump to the floor with a long, soft groan, the fairy peeked between her fingers. "Doctor? Are you all right?"
The Doctor sat up slowly; his eyes looking in different directions. Still shaking his head, he drew himself up to his feet. "That was rough, even for the TARDIS. Let's see what's going on out there."
The Doctor pulled his monitor over, flipped a few switches and contemplated the picture, Tinker Bell flew over the console and alit gently on his shoulder. Then she cupped her right elbow with her left hand, and her chin with her right in an exact imitation of the Time Lord. "What is that a picture of? And why is it moving?" she asked.
"This picture is an eyehole outside that shows us where we are. All this, debris floating around, appears to be blocking us from seeing or getting any closer to the Second Star."
"Debris?" the fairy wondered. "What kind of debris? It looks like an avalanche without a mountain."
"Hmmmm," the Doctor tapped his chin. "Maybe the debris is the mountain. Or more precisely, a moon that was pulverized into a fused asteroid belt of some kind."
"What happened to it?"
"That is the question Tink. That is the question. That and what's holding it together and how is it hiding the Second Star from my instruments? Guess we'll have to go and find out won't we?"