Summary: Jacklyn Prince, a feisty young brunette about to turn thirteen, falls asleep one night dissatisfied with her imagery of Neverland. Little does she know that her life if about to get a lot more complicated than a bit of imagery.

Hey guys! Sooo, I've finally decided I might as well post what I have of Jackie's tale for you and I swear, until Alice/Peter, this one and my collab are finished, I am NOT posting anything more. . {Unless it's my drabble collection or a one-shot holiday thing.} So the basics for this one are....it's based off of the DISNEY version, like always, and it is the sequel to Home Sweet Neverland. This one is set in 1995. The original {Wendy} was set in 1953 {like in the book/movie} and after that came Rosie in 1973 then I jumped Jackie to 1995. If I write a third, it will be set in 2013. o.o Three years? How much could change? ^.^;; Like always, please R&R and if you'd like another after this, mention that too. ^.^

Peter Pan: For Love & Hate

Chapter One

Rosie smiled widely and nodded entering the house. Peter and Tink exchanged glances and Peter sighed. As the door closed, he leapt out of his hiding spot and floated looking at the place where the three had stood moments before. With a nod, he turned to Tinkerbell.

"C'mon Tink. Let's get out of here." He said. Tinkerbell nodded and with that, the two of them took off back to Neverland. Rosie caught a slight movement from the corner of her eye and excused herself to the window a moment. Pushing back the curtains, she gazed out and smiled as Peter's lithe shape flew up towards the stars.

"Goodbye and thank you for everything Peter." She whispered to herself…

Jacklyn Prince lay on her belly atop a bed lolling about with a picture book and journal in front of her. The young girl tapped a pencil against her check deep in thought as a big brown curl tumbled over her shoulder. Brushing it back, Jacklyn adjusted her position slightly and laid her cheek on her palm trying to think. After a moment of this still positioned thinking, she began to fidget and eventually put the pencil back down, growling in frustration. She was never going to get this scene right because the setting just would not come. It was impossible to write something without having a clear image of it in the first place, was it not? Yes, it was and it still is, and Jacklyn wanted this to be absolutely perfect and nothing less. A small flutter of an image flew across her mind but by the time Jacklyn picked up her pencil, it was gone again. Putting the writing utensil back down again, Jacklyn could have screamed. Suddenly a brown and white blur leapt upon the bed and landed in a small heap atop the journal. Jacklyn laughed and sat up before scooping the bundle of fur into her lap and cuddling it gently.

The blur of color, a Newfoundland puppy, barked happily, wagging its little tail and wriggling. It crumpled the girl's long liquid silk, silver nightgown and rubbed against Jacklyn making her laugh softly. The nursery door opened then and a beautiful woman entered carrying a small sleeping bundle of arms and legs followed by an elderly Newfoundland dog. Jacklyn stopped laughing and picked the puppy up to place him on the bed before scooting to its edge and slipping on her shoes.

Standing, Jacklyn turned and began to gather her things neatly while the woman walked over to another bed across the room. "It's time for bed Jacklyn." The woman said softly as she placed a small boy down and tucked the sheets around his small form. Jacklyn nodded and smiled at her mother as she held the two books to her chest and moved to place them upon the window seat. The larger dog, Nana, ushered her puppy to its little dog house and the small thing curled up into sleep as his mother entered and did the same.

"I finally finished the next scene of my story mother." Jacklyn said softly as to not wake her brother. She was not quite ready to admit that the imagery was less than perfect but she would...in time. "I was just adding a few touches to it but I feel it will finally ready to show Grandmother Wendy in a few weeks." She added placing the books down. Mrs. Prince smiled at her daughter and walked over to place a gentle hand upon the girl's shoulder.

"I'm sure she will be proud, but now it's time for bed." Mrs. Prince said gently and ushered the young girl towards her bed. Jacklyn nodded and scooted towards the place her mother wished. Slipping off her shoes, the girl slid under the cool sheets and gazed up at her mother.

"Mother?" Jacklyn asked softly. Mrs. Prince kissed the girl's forehead and sat upon the edge of the bed. Brushing back the fringe that just fell over Jacklyn's bright eyes, she smiled.

"Yes dear?" Mrs. Prince asked.

"Do you really believe Peter Pan is real?" Jacklyn asked. Mrs. Prince smiled.

"Oh yes, Jacklyn darling." She laughed softly. Jacklyn smiled slightly and made herself comfortable in the sheets dissatisfied with her mother's answer. Every night the question was the same and the answer was always affirmative. Jacklyn was waiting for the one night her mother would finally say that her tales of this boy were fictional and he didn't exist. It was only true and Jacklyn didn't like that her mother lied. She was old enough to know the truth at twelve years old. Her birthday was next week after all. With a small yawn, Jacklyn let her eyes slip closed and her mother kiss her forehead. Maybe then, at thirteen, the question would be properly answered.

It was at this time that Mrs. Prince stood from her daughter's bedside and walked to the window. Looking out of it, the woman brushed back a large curl of her own and smiled. The stars twinkled brightly outside and reminded Mrs. Rosie Prince of the night she had met the youth filled boy and taken a grand adventure to Neverland. Smiling at the old memories, Rosie moved to close the window. Then, turning out the lamp, she closed the door to the nursery and left.