Authors note: First fanfiction on . I am also working on more fanfictions, but the plot bunnies are still chewing through my freakin' skull!

Unfortunally I do not own Peter Pan, the awesomeness that is Walt Disney does…

I never wanted to go on this stupid trip.

Nope.

I wanted to stay home, by myself.

But no! My dad just had to drag me along.

So now, here I sit, on the plane to London, board out of my wits. I had drawn about twelve pictures already, six of which were of Peter Pan, my favorite hero.

"Come on Pinto, cheer up a bit." My dad said, as I just stared at the seat in front of my with an irritated expression and my arms crosses.

Now about the Pinto thing, my real name is Nixie, and yes it truly means water being or water monster. Believe me, I looked it up. The reason my father calls me Pinto, is because of my black hair and fair skin. When I was a little girl, dad always said I looked like a Pinto horse. I was aware he was just saying these things because of my love for horses, but it was still our thing.

"I didn't want to go on this stupid vacation…" I mumbled, sinking lower in my seat, only to have the seat belt stop me half way. "Hey Nix, it could be really really really really fun!" My younger brother, Luke, chirped with excitement from the window seat.

"Says you, all the little twerp wants to do is cause a bomb scare somewhere." I smirked at my own joke.

"Do not!" Luke chimed in, attempting to stare me down.

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"T-"

"That's enough!" Dad bellowed, causing my brother to sink in his seat, "Can you to just get along for at least ten minutes?"

Luke and I exchanged mischievous glances, "No…" We said in unison. Dad couldn't help but let a smile slip out from the side of his mouth. It was almost invisible do to his bushy, black mustache.

"Nix is just mad because she knows Peter Pan isn't real!" Luke taunted.

Oh, now he was pushing it.

"He is to!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished they hadn't.

Man, that sounds great coming out of the mouth of a fourteen year old! My mind argued with me.

"And you say Luke is the childish one?" Dad laughed, poking me in the side.

"Well…he is." I mumbled, taking a sip from my soda.

Just then, the plane shook. I yelped in surprise and buried my face in dad's shoulder. I hated flying, and I hated heights, that is why I was stuck in the middle seat. Hey look at the bright side. My mind reasoned, if you crash in the ocean, you can use Luke as a flotation device.

"Relax, Pinto, its just a little turbulence." Dad said, patting my shoulder.

"Uh huh, yeah sure…just a little turbulence. Its disgusting how calm you people are." I said, removing my face from where it was plastered on dad's shoulder.

Dad looked at me and smiled, "Why don't you just watch Peter Pan again, that seems to calm you down." Dad said, and then added, "a little…"

"Yes, dear father, I will watch Peter Pan and try to take my mind off all those crashing air plane movies that my loving and caring brother so kindly packed in my bag and made me watch on the car ride to the airport. That is just a great idea!" I mused, punching Luke in the shoulder.

"Ow! What did I do? What did I do?" Luke whined, looking up from his DS.