AN: Okay, this is seriously strange. I mean, I just want to keep writing this. It's insane.

To EvilScrapbooker: Thank you! I'm so glad you like this, not a lot of people seem to even care… Also, I just thought you couldn't have the Peter Pan without the Tinkerbell, ya know?

Chapter 3: decisions

Charming, Robin Hood, Snow White, and the top officers in the army, along with the Grimms, stood in the tiny cabin that was headquarters, arguing over what to do with the arrivals. Granny was in the midst of a large pile of books, flipping frantically back and forth between the pages. Charming and Robin stood in one corner, loudly voicing their opinions; Snow was gesticulating wildly as she made her point. Red was sitting by the wall next to Tobias, who was trying to calm the child's nerves.

Sabrina sat in the midst of all the noise, watching and thinking.

"They can't possibly be real," Charming was nearly shouting. "They were just a made up story!"

Snow was trying to convince Mr. Seven of her point. "I'm saying that if they weren't honest, they wouldn't have agreed to be examined! The wings and floating is obviously real, so are we still bothering about this?"

Red trembled at the loud voices, and Tobias laid a hand on her shoulder.

"QUIET!" Daphne's voice broke through the kerfuffle, and everyone turned to her.

She turned to Relda. "What do you think?"

Relda snapped her book shut. "I have a theory. It's a little extreme, but it was all I could think of." When no one interrupted, she continued.

"As you know, in the story, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell take Wendy up to Neverland for adventures, and then take her home. It's possible that the Scarlet Hand took her hostage to bait Peter. When they took her, Peter and Tinkerbell would have been up in Neverland, which is why no one but Wendy has ever met them. After being in such a magical place, it's quite possible that Wendy became an Everafter unconsciously. Peter would have no way of knowing until he visited, since he was in Neverland and had no sense of time."

"But if the brothers never met him, how is his story known?"

"It's possible that Wendy had, not knowing that she what she had become, told the story to her friends. J.M. Barrie might have heard the story from a grandmother after the story had died out. He edits it, publishes it as a play, and since it's technically a "new" story, he makes a lot of money. Disney makes it into an animated film, and it comes to be the well known fairy tale it is today."

Charming finally broke the silence. "… I suppose that makes sense. But there's still the problem of trusting them. Do we?"

"We have to." Sabrina was surprised at herself. She hadn't planned on speaking, but if she had already started…

"It's the only choice we have. You saw what Tinkerbell could do. We don't know if that's all she can do. And what about Peter? How do we know he's not just as powerful? We've all heard the stories, but we don't know any more than what's commonly known. We have no idea what they're capable of."

The room was silent for a moment, and then Snow looked at her. "What do you suggest we do, Sabrina?

"We trust them."

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"No way! I am not going to have Tights stay in my room, and there is nothing you can do to make me." Puck folded his arms over his chest and scowled.

"Come on, Puck. It's not that bad. What's wrong with Peter?" Sabrina looked pleadingly at the fairy boy. Granny had sent her to convince Puck of the idea, and Sabrina wasn't happy about it. She had enough to deal with these days.

"I'm not letting him into my room! He can stay somewhere else. He ruins my reputation enough."

Sabrina was getting really annoyed. "Will you stop whining and grow up?"

His scowl deepened, and he turned around to ignore her better. "I'm not doing it."

Sabrina sighed, rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Look, Granny didn't want me to tell you right away, but the reason we wanted them in your room is you can spy on them. And, maybe, it's possible that while you were spying, you could possibly pull a few pranks…?" She let the end of the statement hang, hoping he would take the bait.

He straightened, turned around slowly. There was a gleam in his eye, and a grin was starting to twitch to life. "Really? I get to spy and prank? This is too good!"

Suddenly, it was like Sabrina wasn't even in the room. Puck was muttering to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I have to go slow at first… If I dump the crud on them too early, they'll get suspicious, and then the whole thing is ruined. No, I'll have to get the tripwire ready… and the tongs. Oh, and the small rodent cannon. That would work great for starters…. "

Sabrina left the room and walked out into the hallway. The ruined top floor was in the middle of repairs, and she had trouble getting around the dwarfs that were hammering down floorboards.

Balancing on the support beams that ran perpendicular to the wall, Sabrina made it safely to the stairs on the other side. She ran down them and out the door, heading to escort the prisoners to their new room.

After the Pinocchio fiasco, Granny Relda had magically moved the house into the fort, foundations and all. Now the only way into the house was through magic mirror or the front door, which was guarded by two semi-trolls.

Sabrina reached the cabin that was used for holding and interrogating prisoners. The door was bolted with an iron lock thicker than her neck, and longer than a grown man's arm. It could only be opened by password.

"Briar," she whispered, feeling the metal tingle under her fingers. The door swung open, and Sabrina stepped into the dark cabin.

my longest chappie ever! yay me!