Next chapter, ya, my chin and finger hurt darn it, and nearly all my friends are in France and

Next chapter, ya, my chin and finger hurt darn it, and nearly all my friends are in France and…

Stupid travel sickness, I wish I was with them. In Disneyland. I could see Tinkerbell.

I'm going to go cry now.

By the way, I hope you like this, and I DON'T OWN PETER PAN.

Ya.


Three months after I'd left with Peter.

We're at the point I was at when I started my story. Me sat on a rock close to some very annoyed looking mermaids, watching Peter swoop and loop in the air, laughing, and me laughing too. A certain blonde fairy was sat on my shoulder, a sweet tinkling of bells coming from her, obvious laughter. The words I had whispered to her months before were a secret, a plan my mind had always played out in my dreams, and one I had managed to perfect over time, even when my mind doubted the existence of the mischievous ever-youthful boy who I had dreamed of all my life.

Of course, I was inspired by many fanfictions I'd read also, my imagination began to run wild after reading them. I'd eventually realised that Tinkerbell's pixie dust was incredibly magical, and was capable of pretty much anything. We were to put my plan into action after another week, and then she and Peter would get together, I would stay in Neverland, become the next lost girl, and be happy forever.

Hopefully.

Of course Hook had to screw everything up, and go and kidnap me didn't he? Stupid old man, he really needs some new kind of plan or something, I mean seriously, using me as bait? So old. And it's not like I'm like other idiotic girls Peter's brought back in the past, I can stand up for myself. I didn't learn martial arts for nothing you know!

Though I hate to admit it, it took me a few days to escape, as bare hands can't compare to swords, and so mine and Tinkerbell's plan had to be put on hold.

So anyway, I got back, and life as normal, well, not really normal I suppose, but you know what I mean. Late evening, and everyone was fast asleep. Except me and Tink that is. We were far to busy figuring out the best way to carry out my plan. "Got the pixie dust Tink?" A tinkle of bells confirmed she did. I chanted a spell to help the pixie dust do it's job, and sprinkled it over the dancing fairy.

There was a loud explosion, and I blacked out for a couple of minutes, before sitting up, ready to wake up Tinkerbell, and carry her in my hands. Only to discover my plan had worked.

Lay peacefully on the floor was the blonde fairy, in her normal attire and look. Except she was full human height, wings an' all. Shocked, and pleased, I rushed over to the blonde to wake her. Tinkerbell stretched and yawned, rubbing her eyes, before realising how much smaller I seemed. And everything else, I suppose. Laughing, she clapped happily, and said. "Thank you. So much Faith" her voice still had a bell-like quality about it, but formed proper words a normal human could understand also. Laughing, she flew out of the door to wake Peter and tell him.

I couldn't help but feel proud. I mean seriously, who wouldn't?


Short again. Oh well. Too tired to write more today, hope you enjoyed it, please feel free to review, and I love you all very much!