Disclaimer: I do not own Tinkerbell! I just own this story and the OCs.

Intro

Wings.

They are a fairy's treasure.

Few realize the treasure they have until they lose it.

Or...

when one they loved loses their wings.

Is there a way to restore the treasures that have been lost?

Chapter One: Treasured Painting

"Watch it! Coming through, coming through!" Fawn called out as her herd of butterflies flew through Tinker's Nook.

The tinker-talent fairies and sparrowmen dove for cover as the wild butterfly herd continued on their way.

"Wait, Fawn! There's one more!" Beck yelled as she hurried to catch up with her fellow animal-talent fairy.

The tinker-talents groaned.

"This is a bit much," Bobble complained. "We've been trampled on by all sorts o' animals this 'ere season."

Tinkerbell nodded thoughtfully. "We should try fixing that. Somehow find a better way to herd those butterflies."

"That's be a lovely thing indeed, but Tinkerbell we've got others things to work on first before you can work on your own projects," Fairy Mary reminded the blonde tinker as she dusted herself off. "Now, we need to clean up this mess and get back to work."

Tinkerbell sighed as she glanced at the mess the butterflies had left behind.

Tools were lying everywhere. The baskets Clank and another sparrowman had been weaving had tumbled down the path and towards the artist-talents new nook.

Tinkerbell sighed again and flew over toward the basket. Maybe if she helped Clank finish the basket and hurried with her tasks, she could work on that butterfly project.

"Mmmph!"

Tinkerbell jumped back in surprise. She did not expect to see a artist-talent fairy tangled up inside the unfinished basket.

"Bess! What are you doing in there?" Tinkerbell asked as she helped Bess out.

"Thanks a bunch, Tink!" Bess removed a stray hair away from her face. "I just stepped out when I collided with this basket. What's going on at the Tinker Nook?"

Tink flew over and blocked Bess's view. "Uh, it's nothing." She glanced down at Bess's feet. "Is that a painting in that package?"

Bess gasped. "Oh my pixie dust!" She quickly snatched the package up and checked it for any damages. "Whew... it's all right." Bess grinned sheepishly. "It's an old painting that I've been meaning to finish."

Tink cocked her head slightly. "May I see?"

Bess pursed her lips. "Well, I don't know..."

"Aw come on, Bess!" Tink begged.

"I really shouldn't."

"Beeesssssss!"

Bess tightened her grip on the painting. "I'd really love to, Tink. But I can't."

Tink frowned slightly. "Why not?"

"I just can't. I mean... I don't know how Terrence would feel about it."

Tink's curiosity shot up. "Terrence? Is it a painting of Terrence?"

Oh how Tink wanted to see it! Especially if it was a painting of a certain sparrowman.

"Er, not exactly, Tink."

Tink's wings quivered ever so slightly.

No... it couldn't be. Did Terrence perhaps... ask Bess to paint him a picture of a fairy? What if it wasn't of her? What if it was some other fairy?

Tink shook her head. Why was she worried about that? If Terrence wanted a painting of a fairy, he could have it. What did it matter to her, right? But, it couldn't hurt to know, now would it?

"Who is the painting of?" Tink demanded.

"I can't-"

"Miss Bell!" Clank interrupted.

Tink growled in frustration and turned toward the sparrowman. "What is it?"

"Oh there's my basket!" the tinker-talent exclaimed happily.

Tink sighed through her nose.

"Oh right! Miss Bell, Fairy Mary wants you. Said something about fixing something."

Tink sighed again. "Well I guess I'll fly with you later."

Bess nodded. "Fly with you later."

The artist-talent sighed in relief as the tinker fairy and sparrowman returned to the Tinker's Nook. She held the painting close to her chest. It still wasn't quite finished yet but she wanted to show Terrence anyways. She had been so excited when she found it. She was working moving into her new studio when she stumbled across it. It had been soo many seasons ago when she started it. Why she had never finished it? Well, other projects came up and things happened. Bess sighed softly. The things that had happened. She straightened herself. No time to dwell on the past. She needed to find Terrence.

Terrence whistled softly as he scooped some pixie dust into a pouch. Yup, that should be the last one for now. Being the only dust-talent was hard, but he didn't mind. He loved his talent.

"Terrence? Terrence!"

Terrence blinked and looked up to see a fast-flying-talent fairy flying toward him.

He nodded politely at the fairy. "You need some dust already, Breeze?"

The fairy shook her head. "Bess is looking for you."

Terrence cocked his head. "Bess?"

He furrowed his brows. Why was the artist-talent fairy looking for him?

"Do you know where she is?"

"She was heading to Acorn Summit. I happened to be heading this way so I told her I'd see if you were around."

Terrence pursed his lips slightly. "Do you know um why she's looking for me?"

Breeze shrugged.

"Well I need to head to Acorn Summit anyways. I guess I'll meet her there."

Breeze nodded. "Hope you catch her. She said something about heading to Dewdrop Vale."

"Well I better get going then."

"Fly safely. I saw Vidia flying around Acorn Summit."

Terrence nodded. Vidia enjoyed creating whirlwinds by the oak tress over in Acorn Summit. The fairies and sparrowmen knew to avoid that area whenever Vidia was there. It wasn't like anyone had gotten injured, but none of them were willing to take a chance to be anywhere near the irritable fast-flying-talent fairy.

Terrence grabbed his bags of pixie dust and headed for Acorn Summit. As he flew, his thoughts turned to the artist-talent fairy. Why was she looking for him? Did he not give her dust today? No. he shook his head. She wouldn't be jumping from Cottonpuff Field to Acorn Summit to Dewdrop Vale if he hadn't given her ration of pixie dust. It had to be a different reason. Now what would she need him for if it wasn't for dust? It couldn't be for a partner in the Pixie Hollow Games or the Spring Ball. Both of those events had already passed. Wait... A memory was slowly coming back.

Terrence's heart skipped a beat as he flew faster. Had she started back on that painting? That painting he had requested seasons ago? The painting that he sworn he'd never see after that fateful day? Could it be that painting?

Author's Note: This is my first Tinkerbell fanfic sooo I hope it goes well. X3 I've had this story on my mind for awhile but I finally decided to post it today haha.

This story is based mostly on the books and a little on the movies. I always thought Terrence was by himself as a dust talent fairy. I still do despite being crushed when Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure came out. Anyways... I hope you don't mind though. ;)

I'm sorry if the places are named wrong. I haven't read the books in forever and my memory is a bit rough from the movies... I just took places from the Pixie Hollow online map. Please forgive meeeee! XD