Disclaimer: Blah blah blah I don't own Tinker Bell!

Sorry I deleted this, I chickened out. XD BUT I AM BACK and trying again. I'm not sure where this story is going quite yet... some might say I'm... winging it. Haa! Anyway, I will be adding more to this now. :P

As far as beauty went, Phineas-- better known as Bobble-- was somewhere near the bottom of the barrel. He was thin and gangling, with a slightly rounded face, large ears compared to the other fairies, and auburn hair that seemed to stand in all directions, as much as he tried to put it into some kind of a style. Due to his nearsightedness, he wore sea-glass goggles as often as possible, making his otherwise rather small, blue eyes appear much larger than they really were. When nervous or upset, he would grow increasingly clumsy, and stutter when he spoke-- he was a terrible liar, and all the more terrible in the line of romance. The fact that his best friend was a bumbling idiot whose weight and affinity for food would make one believe he couldn't even fly, let alone be a Tinker, didn't help his social situation. That said, he was content to spend his time with Clank. That is, until Tinker Bell arrived.

At first it had been more or less business as usual, but even Bobble had to admit that she was easily the most beautiful Tinker to grace Pixie Hollow. He couldn't say she was perfect by any means, with her firey temper and jealousy issues, but she was intelligent and graceful and creative. As time went on, he would feel his heart race every time she came near him, and that was often since their workbenches were on the same platform in Tinker's Nook. He knew he was falling in love, and how he wished he could say something to her. But he often saw her with her other friends, and the way the Dust Talent sparrow man, Terrence, would look at her. How they looked at each other.

When it finally hit him that Tinker Bell might actually love Terrence, Bobble faltered. He kept his feelings secret, buried deep within him, often wrenching his hands together whenever they had to speak. Tinker Bell hardly seemed to notice Bobble's avoidance, and that hurt him even more. But his pangs of jealousy refused to boil into bitterness, that just wouldn't be right. He still had morals. It took him a long time to grow numb to the idea that Tinker Bell didn't need him, but at least the rest of Pixie Hollow did, somehow.

But then, one day, something unusual happened.

After a trip to the Mainland, Tinker Bell had somehow brought home an orphaned baby Clumsy. A lot of the fairies quite enjoyed the novelty of seeing the very thing that would create a new one of their own. The funny thing about no one ever growing up in Neverland was that it was the smaller Clumsies that could determine how old they'd wanted to be, so long as they didn't grow up. And so, the baby would grow with the fairies, and he grew quite quickly. However, Pixie Hollow is no place for a young male Clumsy, and Tink promised to send him home.

That was when she started leaving Pixie Hollow. A lot.

The Clumsy had stayed in Neverland, staying away from Pixie Hollow. His name became notorious throughout the islands as his adventures took him all across Neverland, fighting pirates and indians. Peter Pan.

Once, she had said that she didn't know when she was coming back. Everyone knew that she was leaving to be with Peter. Bobble, still torn over the initial blow he'd taken seeing her all over Terrence, found himself torn open all over again. He only found some small comfort in knowing that Terrence was likely going through a similar turmoil. Not only that, but, what if Tinker Bell had chosen him over Terrence? Bobble decided that Tinker Bell might have easily left him for Peter as well, and why wouldn't she?

Bobble sank into a chair in his own little space near the bottom of the Home Tree. He shared the space with Clank, who was outside for the moment. Drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair, Bobble stared glumly out the small window in front of him. He'd felt a little bitter, but choked it down. Now, as he sank lower in the chair, he just felt depressed as it all sank in.

Nothing was the same without Tinker Bell. There had been a couple of very short moments where he wished she'd never made it to Pixie Hollow, just so that he wouldn't have fallen in love and wouldn't be going through this pain. Never had he wished anything to happen to her, of course. Now that she was gone, his life slowly began to feel more and more empty. Sparrow men were often not quite as magical as the fairies, but even his glow had diminished over the past weeks. He ate less, making his figure all the more gaunt. He slowly stopped bothering to get his daily dose of Pixie Dust.

Eventually, he stopped showing up to Tinker's Nook altogether. It wasn't like him at all, and it even affected his roommate.

"You been sleepin' a lot," Clank would say. "D'you have Fairy Flu?"

"I don't think so, old buddy," Bobble would reply after a long moment of processing the words. Clank was deeply concerned for his best friend, however, and did what he could to cheer him up. After finally dragging a proper conversation out of him, something the massive sparrow man wasn't exactly capable of handling, Bobble couldn't take it anymore. He spilled his guts to Clank, all his feelings for Tinker Bell and how he'd begun to loath himself for not talking to her about it from the start. He wasn't even sure if Clank fully understood as he sobbed into his pillow, but through this breakthrough, he came to a realization. He'd never be able to face the others now, not after hiding for so long.

He had to leave Pixie Hollow.