Thank you for my reviews! I'm sorry if it seems like things are going a little slow, but I promise they will pick up. I'm trying to keep my OC's reaction and adjustment time as real as possible and that takes a bit of time but we're getting there! I just feel like it'd take more than ten minutes for a girl to be like "OH TAKE ME WITH YOUUU" ...And whats a good story without a solid starting point?

Read and Review please! I always feel more tempted to write and get chapters up faster when I find new reviews on it! Good or bad, they both drive me.

Disclaimer: 'I don't, so don't' (Saw that line on another fan fic-that I unfortunately can't remember-and laughed my butt off! Anyway, their point is clear, thank you J.M.B. for creating these lovely characters for me to play with!)

The boy—Peter?—was waiting impatiently in the chair, all the articles on her desk blatantly out of line from his ruffling through them in curiosity.

She padded over to him and fell to her knees, squinting at the cut to see if there was anything lodged inside. It appeared fairly clean. "Th-this might burn, okay..?"

He shrugged and boldly folded his arms across his chest; his chin slightly lifted in an arrogant manner as he peered down at her expectantly. She took a deep calming breath, and then laid one of the towels under his injured foot before opening up the brown bottle of peroxide. She decided it would be easier to just pour it over the cut rather than bother trying to clean it in detail and risk any additional pain. When she started the stream of liquid, the cut immediately fizzed and she heard the boy suck in a sharp breath, his face trying to remain uniform but still flushing pink, his cheeks puffing slightly as he chewed his inner lip. She nervously bit her own lip and patted the wound dry gently, slowly rubbing away some of the grime along the swollen flesh, the bright shades of golden skin released from the dirt coming off as quite a shock.

"Wow….You really could use a bath, boy" She laughed nervously.

Peter suddenly yanked his foot back from her care, despite the pain of the movement.

"Boy…?" He leaned over and pierced her with a stubborn gaze. "I'm Peter! The Pan! So call me Peter Pan…Not 'boy'..!" He acted as though she had called him revolting and overweight.

She threw him a perplexed look, a little too shocked to be offended. "But..You call me lady..?"

"Because that's what you are!"

"And you're not a boy?"

"Of course I am, but first and foremost I'm the Pan!"

"The Pan….." She sounded extremely lost, but also dismissive, not really wanting to argue with a flying boy-intruder bearing a bloody wound. She reclaimed his swollen foot and wrapped his injury as best she could, cushioning the cut itself beneath a few layers of soft tissue before finishing off with the stretchy gauze.

"There.." She stated, leaning back up to examine her work. "This will have to do."

She twisted around and grabbed her Tylenol and the small glass of water. "Take a couple of these to help the swelling—" She was cut off but him lunging from the chair only to thud against her ceiling and glare down at her in alarm. "There is no way you're going to catch me and make me take that…medicine…"

Amalie was baffled; his flying still a bit too shocking for her to wrap her mind around while also trying to make sense of what had upset him.

"Uhh…okay…?" was all she could really manage, while casting a stupefied gawk up at him, his eyes dark and ruthless in return.

She set the pills and water on the desk and made a show of pushing them away. "I wasn't planning on..Forcing you.."

At that last remark, Peter's face changed and he slowly lowered himself back to her carpet, landing less than a foot from her front and pinning her in place with his hardened, intense gaze; his shoulders notably broadening in an attempt to look dominant.

"Force..?"

He laughed out that word in a lower, husky, voice, his breath hitting her forehead and adding to her already 'deer in headlight' state as she stared wide eyed up at him, a mix of stunned submission and wonder invading her mind.

This kid was frightening, and odd, and beautiful..

"W-what..?" She whispered through her clouded thoughts after realizing he had continued his speech.

"I said I'd laugh my way into an office to grow up before I allow myself to be forced into anything, especially by a girl...who's almost old." He added a bit more nastily at the end.

Amalie blinked then, reconsidering his deceiving age if he honestly found her old. She couldn't have been more than a year or two older. And wait, had he just insulted her? After breaking into her room and forcing her to give him medical aid? The little, dirty, snot!

Broken from her stupor caused by both fear and his icy enchanting gaze, she quickly grew venomous.

"I'm nowhere near old, you little brat, and I just HELPED you despite your illegal intrusion and despite MY gender!"

The loudness and animosity in her voice startled her but Peter smirked, outwardly excited by her angry burst and ready to lash back when a flash of light caught him off guard, whizzing past his face and yanking Amalie back by her hair. Amalie who hardly had time to register what the heck had just happened let out a yelp in pain, feeling her toes nearly leave the carpet as she was flung backwards into her purple wall with a painful thud.

"Tink! Stop!" Peter shouted over Amalie's cries as the ball of light once again grabbed Amalie's hair and attempted to drag her up along the wall.

Through glazed eyes, Amalie watched as Peter flew at her, only to slam an open palm against the wall near her cheek, and bat his other hand upwards, smacking the horrible ball of light towards her bed.

His harsh gaze followed the glittery trail for one second before he snapped his eyes back to her, causing her to flinch.

"Are you okay..? He whispered breathlessly, his hand gently snaking its fingers beneath the back of her now pounding head and pulling it slowly from the drywall. She was sure could feel the lump stretch from her scalp and she groaned.

"What… the hell..!" She demanded, Peter's face blurring behind a thick coat of fresh tears that invaded her eyes.

"Tinkerbell.." He replied through a nervous chuckle as the shimmering creature approached again, slowly this time. "She doesn't tend to…like girls" His voice seemed to lower a bit on the last two words.

"She…?" Amalie blinked her tears away and fixed her eyes on the mysterious light that slowly rose from behind Peter's shoulder.

"My fairy. " He answered easily, flicking a smile at the ball of light, his face already holding a look of forgiveness as the thing tinkled softly at him.

Upon letting her eyes focus, Amalie began to realize the ball of light had shape…a human one. "Fairy.." She whispered. "Oh…my.."

"She is rather rude, but my oldest and truest friend."

Amalie brought her wide eyes back to the boy, only then noticing how close he was; how close him and his little 'fairy' creature both were. With a sharp intake of breath she quickly pulled away, Peter allowing her head to slip away from his fingers.

"This…This is insane"

"Only to grown ups." Peter replied with a smirk.

"I'm not a grown up! I'm…a teenager…"

"No.." Peter shook his head. "There's only one line you cross to grow up. And I think you're almost there, if not already."

"Wh-what?" Amalie was tired of feeling so confused; her head still pounding from the impact with the wall as well as the attempt to keep herself from falling unconscious through all of this insanity.

"Not that it matters," Peter said, more to himself as he pulled away from her crumpled form and stood up, wincing from the pain of his ankle. "You're a girl...and I have no interest in getting mixed up with one of those again.."

Amalie decided to relinquish her attempt to understand and blurted out in frustration, "Then why are you here!"

At that, Peter, who was unmoved by her desperate tone, looked back down at her and grinned brilliantly, his whole face lit up with purpose.

"SCAVANGING!"

He lifted himself into the air and hovered to the corner of her room where he had landed about an hour earlier, pointing down to a raggedy duffel bag that she had failed to notice all this time.

"My second in command came up with—well, I came up with—he just helped spark the idea that we visit the wealthier houses of this world, and nip things we need! Like candy, books, clothes, soap and other stuff we can't find on the island."

Amalie's snort at the word "Soap" went unnoticed by the flying boy as he placed his fists on his hips and continued with his explanation.

"I haven't finished getting what I came for, but the storm became so rough that I hit…something…I think a poll of some sort, it made me dizzy and I kind of…crashed in here…cut my foot on your ugly metal rail outside your window." He threw a nasty look at her curtained window before returning to his consistent leer that he appeared to have trained his face to default to and leaned over to grab the grubby bag.

"I suppose I'll wait for the storm to calm before I leave—Tink! Tell Michael I'll be running behind and to make sure he keeps the rest of the boys in line while I'm away! Especially the new twins, I don't want to have to change hideouts again because they can't keep their mouths shut."

The fairy seemed irritated by this command, eliciting loud tinkling sounds and flinging her shimmering dust all around her.

"Let it go, Tink! And get moving, I won't argue with you!" Peter puffed his tan chest out as if to substantiate his authority.

The now reddening fairy yanked roughly at his hair and flew to the window, the room once again growing loud from the storm as she disappeared into the night, uncaring to shut it behind her.

Peter walked to the window and slammed it back shut, not bothering with the curtains this time. He then walked over to his bag and emptied the contents onto her rug.

There were at least fifteen new toothbrushes, quite a few large rubber bands, a bag of Hershey kisses, bouncy balls, silly putty, colored chalk, rubbing alcohol, and a random hat that Peter grabbed and pulled over his blond curls before walking to the wall mirror on the back of her door.

Amalie, who was still frozen against the wall, her mind buzzing over his explanation and wondering what island he came from that would be anywhere near here, only watched as he examined his reflection. He made a noise of distaste and removed the hat from his head only to fling it somewhere random in her room before finally deciding to take notice of her again. He rubbed his stomach and plopped down in front of her with a childish grin.

"Have you got anything to eat, Amalie Helene?"