Hey! I really don't get how Peter never has Tiger Lily. And I love Tiger Lily. This is really, really dark. But I enjoyed writing it. I always have disliked Wendy. She's too good.

So, I've written this. :D At the moment it's a one shot, but I may continue some how. Read & Review please! x

He's a Liar

"He's a liar, you know."

The cave is dank, depressing. The Bluebird's pale eyes flicker, afraid, in the shadows. Her nightdress is ripped and torn, big black mud stains adorn the light, airy fabric.

"A liar?"

There's a tremor in her voice, that no one could ignore. The blonde bluebird adjusts her messy curls as uncertainty crashes upon her.

She fell. He broke the Bluebird's wings, and she fell. Now it's Tiger Lily's job to put it out of its misery.

With a calm smile, she draws the cool, curved shape of a knife.

This is how it always ends. The knife. The cave.

Peter finds a pretty thing to play with- a trinket- watches in tumble in love with him, fall, crash and gets impatient, bored. Birds aren't any fun unless they fly.

This one. This one is just like all the others. Blonde, blue eyes, a light airy nightgown. Tiger Lily has lost track of the treasures he's brought back. Lost track of the messes she's had to clear up.

She calls them all the same thing now. Bluebirds.

She's the cleaner. The one who tidies up before Peter ends up in a mess he can't untangle, in a mound of crushed, cutting crystal hearts.

He's never asked for it. Never thinks, silly boy. Flitting here and there with his charming, beautiful ways, never wanting to remember where the last one went: even though he knows. Knows that she's lying in this cave somewhere, without a pulse, and a heart he's broken.

This one. Ah, this one. Same as all the others. But different.

What's his nickname for this one again? No, not CharlotteBird or MandyBird or EdithBird. It's not ElsieBird or AliceBird or AmyBird. That's it. WendyBird.

Poor, broken WendyBird. She feels for this one. Because she's so good. So infuriatingly good. Peter loves good. Peter loves neat. Peter loves those shiny trinkets best of all. He always breaks those ones first. It's only been a while. A week perhaps, or is it a year?

A short while since WendyBird came. Not long enough to really enjoy what she has seen. Just long enough to be broken. And then tossed aside.

It's a long while since Tiger Lily made that pact with the Lost Boys. Make me forever young like you and I'll make sure all the pretty dolls leave.

This one has to die. Has to die. Die, even though Peter's dragged her brothers here too. They'll have forgotten her soon. They've got lost in the magic of the Lost Boys. Even this little Bluebird has forgotten where she came from. It only takes a short while.

"He loves me. Loves my blonde hair and blue eyes. He said so. He's not a liar."

Tiger Lily sighs.

Of course he is. He never realises it, but he is. A liar, a destroyer.

Slowly, Tiger Lily raises the knife.

"Don't love Peter Pan. He'll break you, whether you're a Bluebird, or a Raven."

It's the easiest kill she's ever made.

So, shall I continue? I love PeterxTiger Lily because I just think she deserves him. This isn't really PeterxTiger Lily, but it almost is. One sided.

I think I'll continue it. Review Review Review, my people!