Alright, I know I should be doing about 3 other H20: Just Add Water fics right now that, I haven't started. But I've loved fairies and Tinkerbell forever, since Peter Pan, and realized I've never even written a fic about her! This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I think I'll make it a multi-chapter. If you want me to continue, please review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tinkerbell, Terence or any other characters that are property of Disney and their respected creators.

Tinkerbell woke to the sound of rain agents her roof. She looked around and realized that something wasn't right. It had to be a few hours before noon, and Terence hadn't knocked on her door to wake her yet. He had made it a habit to see her before his shift at the Depot.

Tinkerbell got out of bed and got dressed quickly. She quickly pulled a hat over her head and fluttered out into the rain. It was coming down harder now, and the many houses she passed where filled with kindly fairies asking if she wanted to come inside to dry off. Tink reclined all offers, she had to go see Terence. And she had to go now.

By the time Tinkerbell reached the Pixie Dust Tree, she was soaked through to the skin and her hair was dripping. As she quickly made my way to Terence's house, she was greeted by Fairy Gary.

"Why hello, young tinker! What would you be doing out in this terrible weather? All preparations for Spring have been put off till the storm lifts, didn't you hear?" he asked.

"Hi Fairy Gary. And I heard, I was just going to visit Terence." she replied with a smile.

"Oh, well alright then dear. I'll be seeing you soon, then." and with that he fluttered off, home, no doubt.

That's probably it. What fairy wants to get their wings wet? He's probably waiting for the rain to stop. I'm sure that's it. Tink flew the remaining few yards to Terence's house and knocked softly on the door. When no one answered, she pushed it open slowly and peered inside. "Terence? Terence, are you there?"

Tink thought she heard a groan from somewhere inside and slipped in, shutting the door behind her. "Terence?" She walked through the clean house and turned a corner, seeing what she had dreaded since she woke.

Terence laid on the bed, his sun-bleached blond hair plastered to his forehead from perspiration. He looked weak and tired, and didn't ever realize someone was there. Tinkerbell took the last few feet that separated them in two strides and was at his side. "Terence, what's wrong!?"

His eyes fluttered open. "Tink? Is that you?" he asked groggily, reaching out a hand to brush his fingers across her cheek. Tinkerbell took his large hand into her smaller one, unsure of what to do. Fairies don't get the common cold like Clumsies.

Tinkerbell reached out to brush the hair back from his eyes. "Terence, it is me. Please, what's wrong?" he pleaded. He signed and his eyes flickered shut once again. Tink squeezed his hand, petrified. What am I going to do?