Author's Note: Okay! 10th chapter is finally up! Yay! But I need your help guys. After this chapter I have ideas, but if I follow them that will mean the story only goes on for around another 3 chapters! I'm in love with this story and I really don't want it to end but I am stuck for ideas to lengthen it out, and I'm really not sure if I even really want to so…please email me if you have any ideas because I would be so grateful. Also, thank you for all the people who reviewed and to the people who have taken the time to read the author's notes all the way through the story. It means a lot to me to know that you actually care what I have to say, thanks once again. So anyhow enjoy the chapter and I will see you at the bottom of the page!

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Chapter 10: The Fairy's View

She stared through the trees at the hideout, sadly remembering her times there, the good times there. Tears fell softly down her cheek as she made her way through the trees and secretly, she squeezed into the small crack of the tree and hid in a nearby flower, watching the two teenagers closely.

She was surprised to see that Wendy, however much she hated that girl, was definitely a great deal prettier than when she had seen her on the girl's last visit. Her hair was plaited neatly in a braid down her back and wispy bits of fringe fell over her eyes with great elegance as she laughed at Peter's jokes. Her clothing had also changed from her usual nightgown and had been replaced with a midriff top and short skirt. She still didn't wear any shoes and she continued to shine with beauty even though she was merely sitting in a chair. She was taller, and by the looks of it a few years older too, her slim body was more curved and longer, more of a woman than girl, however still not quite there. And, she noticed with some surprise, Wendy still had that small acorn tied around her neck. After all these years she still wore it.

Peter also seemed to have changed too. Although much of the changes in him she had seen while they had been together, she had never really noticed it until now. His arms, legs and feet were longer, his chest more muscular and his height taller than ever before. She shed a silent tear as she gazed at him. There was no 13 year old boy sitting before her. No childish features, nothing of the Peter she knew. He was 15 now, and still had eyes only for his Wendy, only for her. He still had that attitude though. Still had the slight note of arrogance in his voice, and would never turn down and adventure. He still was the fun, playful child she used to know, but something had still changed. Something was different.

There was one definite difference that both Wendy and Peter had. They seemed to have brushed the point of growing up, but not quite made it. There were adult features in both of them, but their minds and spirits remained as children. She was somewhat glad that they had not grown up fully, but she already knew they never would.

Coming back out of her deep thoughts, she remembered the task at hand. Searching the room with her eyes, she noticed a piece of paper on the table, it seemed to have been written recently, the candle of which the person had used to light their work was still ablaze and burning bright. Looking back nervously at the two teenagers, she crept over to the table, careful not to make a sound, and keeping in the shadows so she would not be seen. Creeping around the candle, she stared at the title on the paper.

Plan

This was just what she needed. Slowly, she tried to roll up the scroll but it was too heavy, she started again and pushed with all her might. It started to move at last and as she began to roll it up she stubbed her toe on the bottom of the candle. Cursing, she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry and let go of the paper to move the candle. Just then, the paper sprung back after being let go and hit her squarely in the chest. She tumbled backwards and smashed into the candle, knowing it of the table and onto the floor.

She closed her eyes, ready to hear voices of outrage and footsteps hurrying towards her, but she didn't. Instead the two people went on talking, unaware of the sudden crash. She let her breath escape her, sighing with relief. That was close. She moved once more to the paper, pulling it up off the ground. Now…if she could just get it out of the tree without them noticing…

Looking back at Peter for a moment, she realised her mistake. Turning back to face where she was actually going, she crashed into a root hanging above her. With a squeak of fright she fell to the ground, the paper covering her completely.

Ah crud

This time they had spotted her, and she was in no position to run away. Her wing was twisted and crumpled; she had fallen on it when she had hit the floor. Lifting her head slightly, she looked up, to see the angry face of Peter staring back at her, every trace of happiness gone, as dislike spread across his face. He picked up the tiny fairy and threw her onto the table, where she crashed into it.

"What are you doing here" Peter hissed at her, walking up to her once more.

She squeaked and tried to escape his clutches but he scooped her up immediately and held her threateningly, pulling his knife out of its sheath and aiming it at her.

"I said what are you doing here?" He yelled, shaking her hard in his hand.

Once again she kept quiet, wincing every time he shook her.

"Fine" He snarled, glaring down at her. "Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you" He raised the dagger, ready to strike.

This was it. She had finally come to a dead end. There was no use now, for Peter it appeared hated her so much that he could hurt her this way. So this was what had become of Tinkerbell, Peter Pan's faithful companion, and it suddenly hit her. What had she done? Her beloved Peter that she had raised from babyhood, who she had always been there for, and now look how she had treated him. She had abandoned him to find his own way, to live his own life, while she had placed herself under the command of Captain James Hook. Feeling dirty and disgusted in herself, Tink hung her head in shame. Well it was too late now.

Peter glared down at her, ready to pounce, but, just as he had shoved his arm forward, a hand grasped him arm and pulled it away. Looking around, Peter saw that Wendy had pushed him away from the struggling fairy.

"Peter, don't" Wendy said, looking at him sadly. "Come on, she's just a fairy, it wouldn't be fair if you hurt her when she can't defend herself."

"But Wendy, she has betrayed me, betrayed you. Look at the way she has treated you ever since you got here. It's not she has been exactly welcoming as she?" Peter replied, his dagger still raised, but his eyes on Wendy.

"Come on Peter, be reasonable" Wendy said softly, grabbing his hand and trying to pull the knife away from him.

"No! Look what she has done to us! Working for Hook, the worst disgrace Wendy, the very worst!" Peter said, his voice rising as he pleaded with Wendy.

"No" Wendy said in a firm voice "She's just a fairy, forget about it Peter, please don't"

Peter looked at her beautiful grey-blue eyes and his expression softened.

"Please Peter, for me"

He sighed and wrenched the dagger away from the tiny ball of light and turned to Wendy.

"If you wish it" he said, still frowning with disappointment.

He released his grip on the fairy and dropped her into Wendy's outstretched hand. Wendy's cupped her hands together to ensure she didn't drop her and pecked Peter on the cheek in thanks. He was still frowning as he said;

"You're not welcome here Tinkerbell, don't try anything or I won't listen to Wendy next time"

The fairy squeaked, trying to explain, but Peter turned his back on her, his face full of disgust.

Wendy took Tinkerbell outside and opened her hand so she could fly away.

"I don't know what you were doing here Tink, but I doubt it was anything good." She said, staring down at the little figure trembling in her hand. "Make the right choice, before it's too late."

Wendy grasped her wing, and perked it upright so it was no longer twisted. Tinkerbell raised herself in the air, looking confused at this strange act of kindness, and flew away quickly, into the trees.

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TBC!

Well there we go folks! Yes, Yes I know the chappie is a bit weird but I thought it added a good twist to it don't you think? With Tinkerbell and all, and I'm really getting stuck for ideas. I mean, I have a plan in my head but that will make it so there are only like 3 more chapters and I really don't want this story to end! Ah! Confuzzles the Abbey…..

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