A Small Worlds thing, which will make much more sense if you read this site -
http://www.cottingley.net/fairies.shtml Explanation of the title after the story.
Title - Clap Your Hands
Author -
laurab1Category - gen, RPF-ish
Rating - U
Length - 221 words
Spoilers - Small Worlds
Summary - Do you believe?
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Clap Your Hands
by Laura
Their pictures were perfectly real, but many people dismissed them as fakes.
That was what happened when you grew up. You stopped believing in magic, goblins, pixies, elves, brownies, gnomes and fairies.
Elsie and Frances still believed in all of those things, and armed with the camera and the plates, they walked down to the bottom of Elsie’s garden.
Their little friends soon came out to play, lured by the fading sun and the appearing moon.
Elsie spotted a new fairy, and pointed her out to Frances. They had long since established that the fairies could speak English, and so Elsie asked the new one a question.
“You have not played with us before today. What is your name, little one?”
“My name is Jasmine,” she replied, and her wings shimmered.
“Jasmine, would you like to be in our photograph?” Elsie said.
“Yes, please,” their new friend said, smiling.
“Frances, stand by the trees,” Elsie directed, as she prepared the camera.
The fairies flew into the air, and Elsie took the photograph.
***
And ninety years in the future, in an underground base in Cardiff, a picture displayed on a plasma screen changed.
The face of a little girl who had disappeared from 2007 appeared in a seemingly not so fake photograph taken in 1917.
“They’ll find us, back in time.”
-end-
And an extract from Peter Pan...
Chapter 13 - Do You Believe In Fairies?
The Adventures of Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie
‘...She [Tink] was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.
Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think: boys and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees.
"Do you believe?" he cried.
Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate.
She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative, and then again she wasn't sure.
"What do you think?" she asked Peter.
"If you believe," he shouted to them, "clap your hands; don't let Tink die."
Many clapped.
Some didn't.
A few beasts hissed.
The clapping stopped suddenly; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening; but already Tink was saved.’