Chapter 7 The Bet

"Ew, my jacket. It's all slimy and gross!" whined Jack pinching his jacket at the very ends.

Jack's jacket was soaked with drool, mermaid hair and seaweed. A few scales were inside the hood of his jacket with some, hopefully, fish eggs. The smell was even worse, like rotten tuna with old expired sour cream.

Tinkerbell plugged her nose and said with a nasally voice, "Gosh, that's disgusting. What you going to do with it?"

"He should wear it, of 'course!" cried Peter from behind a rock looking for his hat. "It's his jacket and he should wear it no matter what kind of condition it is!"

"Says the boy with bad hygiene," mutter Perriwinkle. She turned to Jack and said, "Okay, Jack. Just wash it in the Lake of Beginnings."

Tinkerbell's eyes lit up and screamed, "YES YES YES! GO THERE!"

Jack raised an eye brow and gawked at Tinkerbell, "Uh why?"

"BECAUSE THE LAKE IS WHERE EVERYTHING IS REBORN AND MADE!" Peter answered walking on air and sitting down on an invisible couch in the sky. He pulled his cap over his eyes and teased, "It's hidden and no one can find it except me and the fairies."

Jack smelt the jacket again and gagged. "..Yeah, can you guys lead me to the lake then? I really don't wanna wear this again after what it's been through."

Tinkerbell whispered, "You don't have to cover up your body... you can stay the way you are." She kept gawking at Jack's upper body muscles. No one heard Tinkerbell over Peter's laugh.

"Of course, we'll take ya. If you can catch up with me that is!"

Jack smiled and covered his whole jack with frost and tied it around his waist using the sleeves. "You're on."

Jack rose up slowly into the air, gripping his staff tightly in his hand, he glared at Peter. Peter rose up as well, making eye level with Jack. Peter said, "Me and Tink vs you and Perri."

Perriwinkle and Tinkerbell joined the conversation saying together, "We're on teams?"

Peter answered, "Yes! Since Tinkerbell is always my companion, it makes sense for her to be on my side. Jack doesn't know the way so he needs a fairy to guide him and what better way to do it is a winter fairy like Perri!"

The information sunk in then they agreed to do it.

Peter laughed again and said, "Okay, the first one who gets there wins the title of the bestest boy in the whole worlds."

Jack added in, "well how about a little more than that. I mean being the best is my specialty however let's make it more fun."

Peter was confused. "What kinda more?"

"Whoever wins gets to make the loser, "Jack coughed, "you," coughed again pretending to fail at being slick and continued, "do whatever the winner wants them to do." Jack leaned in closer to Peter's face, feeling each other's breath, and said, "and I am going to make you give me more than a kiss this time."

Peter looked confused then suddenly blushed. Why... why am I feeling hot?

Tinkerbell fangirled behind Perriwinkle as her sister was trying to figure out the fastest way to get to the lake, unaware of the conversation.

Jack smiled and kisses Peter's cheek and whispered, "Can't wait to see you get on your knees."

Peter stepped back blushing a bit. He pressed his warm finger tips on the spot where JAck planted a kiss and it stung. Jack left lip marks, like lipstick, but made of ice. "Ah, what did you do that for?"

"Just a pre=consolation prize when I win.

Peter didn't know what Jack really meant, he only thought Jack was talking down to him. Peter pussed up his chest and face, and tipped his cap down. He glared Jack, right in his calm, confident, blue yes. "The only thing you're going to see is my back as I get to the lake first."

Jack chuckled, "I'll be a little more preoccupied on something else if you ever get in front of me." Jack winked at Peter and made a deadly smirk.

Peter was perplexed and asked, "What, Frost?" He glared at Jack slowly reaching for his dagger without keeping his eyes off Jack's face.

"Your face when I zip right past you!"

And without warning, Jack was already a mile ahead of Peter and Perriwinkle suddenly appeared next to Jack on his shoulders.

"How- What- When- Where- Did you beam me up, Sco-Jack?!"

"No I just quickly kicked you up with the wind. I am faster than the wind you know" Jack placed Perriwinkle on top of the staff. She fit perfectly like a key chain. She hugged the staff embracing the coldness, electrocuting through his staff. Perriwinkle slowly slid off from the curve of his staff to the corner of the hook and the straight part. "Haha," chuckled Jack, moving at great speed, "a little too fast for ya?"

Perriwinkle turned her head and glared at Jack, "WELL MAYBE I WOULD BE ALRIGHT IF IT WASN'T SO SUDDEN!"

Jack chuckled at the sound of that. He then coated a frost rope around Perriwinkle and his wooden magical staff. "There ya go. Safe and sound in a nice cold belt. Very stylish. Now come on, navigator! Lead me to the Lake of Beginnings!"

Perriwnkle wanted to protest but she looked into his eyes and was entranced with Jack's dominance and determination. She merged her scrowl to a smile and nodded in agreement and made a small jiggle.

"Yahooooooo!" Jack howled and stretched out the staff forward and flew through the sky.

Meanwhile, Peter was stuck in a large dome snow storm; the snow trapped Peter from flying straight up into the air. The snow was ripping away the grass underneath clawing the frozen dirt beneath. Slashing Peter's bare arms and hands every time Peter tried to push through. His cuts froze his blood before it could leak out. Peter grunted and frustrated tried attacked nothing but air losing sight and humanity. Tinkerbell was on the other side of the snowstorm dome. She was completely amazed and horrified Jack made that clever monstrosity.

She screamed through the monster, " PETER! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?"

Peter continued grunting and attack the storm with his dagger. He tried many different aerial tricks but they all failed.

Tinkerbell sighed, "UGH! Jack! This is cheap!"

Suddenly, a shimmer was twinkling out of the storm dome. Then more appeared rotating around the dome shinning like stars. Tinkerbelle focused on the dome even closer with her tinker powers and saw the extreme detail of the storm. The snowstorm was not made of snow at all! But of little Winter Fairies creating a powerful barrier with their hands. Tinkerbell's face got red and steam shot out of her ears. She shot herself forward and attacked the first fairy row she got her hands on and kicked the pixie dust out of each one of them until they stopped the snow dome.

"You little snow-", Tinkerbell was bleeped out by a random toy someone had in their hands, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO PETER!" She gestured her hands towards the mess that was bestowed on the cold torn up ground. Peter was shirtless with deep cuts along his back, arms and chest. His pants ripped into shorts and he lost his pair of shoes in the snow. He lied on his stomach with his cheek melting into the snow. His face with one medium sized cut on the top of his cheek. Peter's eyes were closed, his heavily breathing melting the snow into water. The icy water melted down to his level and soaked his lips and cheek.

Tinkerbell thought, The snow... He is melting the snow quickly...with his breath!? Is he sick? She flew to him and placed her hand on his cheek. He seems fine. He doesn't have a fever.

"Peter?"

Peter opened his eyes and saw Tinkerbell touching his face as she stared at him with depressing worried eyes. "Tink?"

"Oh Peter are you okay?"

He grunted and got up slowly. Blood was dripping down from the cuts of his chest and his eyes were lost and distant. He stopped halfway getting up and hovered up in the air his body leaning from side to side. Tinkerbell sprinkled more pixie dust on him when he was slowly going back down. He rose higher then she smacked her cheek. He did nothing. Then she grabbed a stick and wacked him with it. "PETER!"

Peter flew and mega twirled in the air for a good 5 seconds then impacted with a tree. Well that must have woken him up. Tinkerbell smirked and threw the stick down on the ground and dusted off her hands and smirked.

One Winter Fairy asked, "You see him cut up and hurt and you think it's a good idea to hurt him more?"

"It's not hurting him if I was helping be conscious again."

"Tink? Where is ..." Peter got up and was completely recovered after Tinkerbell's stick attack. "Tink, where did Jack go? How long was I in that snowstorm?"

"Not too long, Peter. You were going crazy in there after a while though. You ended up losing your pants and shirt-wait where is your hat?

Gliss, one of Perriwinkle's close friends, was trying to hide his hat in the snow. She made her voice deeper to make her sound like a male fairy, "It must have been torn up too. I am sorry Peter."

Tinkerbell face palmed herself and quickly snatched the hat from behind Gliss in frustration. She gave Gliss an evil death look and Gliss coward in the corner next to her friend Spike. Tinkerbell threw the hat on Peter's head and stood in front of the group of Winter Fairies feeling herself become a thousand men army. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? PETER COULD HAVE DIED!"

"We don't want Master Jack to lose to anyone, even Peter Pan," answered one of the Winter Fairies. "It would be a complete disgrace for Master Jack to lose to any challenge. So we had to prevent Peter from heading off first and taking all the short cuts from Jack!"

"Plus if we could give Peter's hat as a prize to when Jack wins," added Gliss, dancing around in chibi form.

Peter was going to say something until, in a blink of an eye, all the Winter Fairies were bruised and tied up against a tree.

"Uh Tink?" asked Peter as he watched her double knot the rope. "Where did you...? And how..?"

"NOT IMPORTANT!" exclaimed Tinkerbell. She flew up to the sky and yelled back, "We got to tell Jack about this! Come on!"

Peter's face light up in colors to the sound of Jack's name, then he realized he was been falling behind on the race. "Oh, yeah, Tink! I got to win this thing! Come on Tink! This way! I know a great shortcut from here!" Peter took off in another direction and dove into the forest.

Tinkerbell frustratingly ignored him and continued to move forward. What a simple mind.