To a certain reader who knows who they are - I am not spilling details of the plot! I know it's hard, I get that feeling with Doctor Who - and don't even get me STARTED on my feelings to Sherlock right now! But when it comes up in the story, you will be glad you waited. A good writer does as a good magician - never gives away their secrets. For isn't writing and reading a form of magic?

"Mom!"

No answer

"Mom!"

"No answer.

"MOOOMM!"

"WHAT?" screeched Mrs. Kenter from the crack of the bathroom door. "I am preparing to get in the shower!"

"I'M GOING TO TRISTAN'S!" she shrieked up the steps, in a voice that might not have completely been free of demonic possession.

"OKAY! ARE THEY PICKING YOU UP?!"

"NO, TODD IS BRINGING ME! "OKAY, HAVE FUN! I LOVE YOU!"

"LOVE YOU TOO!"

"WHY ARE WE SCREAMING?!" Mr. Kenter shrilly yelled, with a laugh trying to break through his voice. Morgan giggled at her father's participation and raised her arm to twist the handle.

"You're going to Tristan's?" Bradley asked, creeping up behind her.

"I am!" she responded happily.

"Is he your boyfriend?" he asked with a smirk playing on his mouth.

"No," Morgan snapped in defense.

"You're a liar!" he teased and began to skip through the house. "Dad! Morgan's going to kiss Tristan!"

"Bradley! Stop it, you're such a dork!" she hissed at him. He simply laughed and turned to challenge her with his look. It was the look that burned Morgan. A fire raged inside Morgan's veins and she snarled when she charged after him. Worry was traced into Brad's face and he scurried on his chubby legs. Something animalistic kicked into Morgan; she was practically on all fours scrambling after her little brother. He cried and dove behind the chair his father was sitting. Mr. Kenter's arm punched the air and blocked Morgan's path to nab her brother.

"Morgan Paige," he told her patiently. He seemed incredibly calm, but the lines gathering near the Vs of his eyelids told her he was restraining himself from marching up to her room and hiding her art supplies and history books from her.

"Yes, Daddy..." she said in a hushed tone. Within seconds, she turned from a charging jungle cat to an angelic dream.

"Morgan's got a boyfriend!" Brad cackled, and Morgan's attitude changed again.

"Shut up the little dumb-"

"MORGAN."

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Tell your brother sorry!"

"But he-"

"And Bradley, you too!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry." There was a moment between the two when they exchange threats via glares.

"But Dad, what are you going to do if she kisses Tristan!?" Brad wanted to know, still insisting Morgan liked the boy.

"I AM NOT-"

"Well, that's Morgan's business, isn't it?" he told Brad, but looked over to Morgan with a quick wink. Morgan felt twenty feet high with the adoration of her father in that moment. "And you don't have any right to say anything about it."

"Yes, Dad."

"And Morgan, you will not fight with your brother!"

"But, Dad I didn't-" she started to protest.

"And chase him like a wild animal. Let's leave that to the animal kingdom."

"Ugh, fine... whatever." A nasally whine sounded from outside. Morgan blushed when she remembered how she was keeping Todd waiting in he car. She kissed her father's cheek and sprinted towards the door.

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Tristan led her into his room where a couple of posters for several superheroes were stretched across the wall, along with a few posters of recent films based on action packed books. Morgan took in the green hues of his room and the clear fascinations of adventures and superheroes. When he was focused on showing her the newest action figures he received, she simply turned away and rolled her eyes. It was hard for her to fathom the ridiculousness of superpowers and why people would like adventures that never happened. It just made her sad.

"Hey you want to watch a movie?"

"What movie?" she asked. "We're not really into the same type."

"You liked that British one. About the Holy Grail?"

"Well, it was funny because it was ridiculous and also making jokes about stuff that happened," she pointed out.

"Well, Disney films then?"

"I haven't seen very many..." Morgan told him plainly.

"... You have got to be kidding me."

"I don't like them. They're false."

"How did your parents raise you?"

"By letting me choose my own stuff. There are actually many shows out there directed to kids about history."

"Does the history channel ever turn off in your house?"

"That's why I don't have a TV in my room..." she sighed sadly.

"Well, you have to watch this," he told her. He shoved a movie at her before she could get a look at the title. "I like it because I like the games and the adventure and the fighting, but there's a little bit of talk of romantic stuff too. Things girls like." Morgan turned the case and scoffed at the title.

"Peter Pan?!" she exclaimed. She flung the movie to the bed. "Tristan, out of all the films..."

"Don't you dare say it's the most unrealistic film," he warned.

"But it has...!"

"Another world beyond the stars filled with fairies and mermaids where nobody ever gets old! You have met the Tooth Fairy! You get visited by a six foot tall rabbit! And Santa? What about Tooth palace? Talk about another world existing beyond the stars..." Morgan was silent and looked at the film again. "Come on, Morgan. Just one visit to Neverland!"

"You're such a nerd!" she broke a smile through her serious face and then picked up the film again. "Fine. You win. But then we watch Horrible Histories."

"We watched that already!"

"Only three episodes!" defended Morgan. They meandered into the living room and Morgan jumped onto the ocean blue couch. She sat on one end and when Tristan started the movie, he sat on the other so there was a cushion between the two of them.

"Do you kids want pizza?" said Tristan's mom from the kitchen around the corner.

"Yeesss!" They yelled in unison.

"How about I order one? Who do you want?"

"Guido's!" Tristan yelled, and then turned to Morgan. "If you haven't had Guido's, then you've never had pizza." The size of the house always amazed Morgan. She understood that she came from a big family and Tristan was just with his mother (Tristan said his dad loved someone more, and Morgan found that really sad. She didn't understand how you could have a kid with someone and then just decide you love someone more.), but she would have gone insane if she didn't have room to hide from her siblings. It was a kitchen with a table, a living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. And each of the rooms was tiny.

Morgan, surprisingly, was enjoying the film. The idea of a place where you never grow up was hard to get a creative grasp of, but she found it moderately enjoyable. The idea of a place that preventing you from growing up sat strangely in her stomach though. The music was also a little annoying, and she wasn't sure how she would feel about pixie dust. Maybe when Tooth came to visit Bradley next she would ask her.

But it was the interpretation of the Natives that got to her.

"That's historically inaccurate!" she bellowed, whipping an accusing finger to the television. "That's not right!"

"Morgan, it;s just a movie."

"I don't like it, turn it off."

"But we all know that's not true. The movie is still good."

"What's going on?" asked Tristan's mom from the other room.

"Morgan is freaking out about the Native Americans in Peter Pan!"

"Oh, that." The woman stepped into the living room, her dyed hair of light brown with tan highlights all ruffled into a mess. She wiped her hands with a rag and smiled. "Morgan, you're not the first person to point that out."

"I'm not?" Her voice went up with her surprise.

"No, and yes, it's wrong. But this is based on something written in the Edwardian era." Recognition flickered in her eyes. "And in that time, they had different views. Wrong, but different. That's why they put in this movie, because it was in the play, and the book. Also, this came out in the fifties, so it didn't occur to them it would bother people. You're correct, it's misrepresentation. Unlike a lot of things, however, they never show them to be really bad, but not in a very nice light. It's a product of its time though, so watch it and enjoy it keeping that in mind, okay?"

"Well... I guess that makes sense," Morgan stated, kicking her legs. Tristan's mother went back into the kitchen to continue the dishes and Morgan decided to give the movie another chance. They paused it for pizza and then they made s'mores using the stove. By that time, Morgan was pleading to watch more of the movie. As they nibbled on the goopy chocolate and marshmallow mess, they walked back to the couch, this time both sitting more towards the middle of the couch.

~Jack~

The Frost boy had stepped through Brad's welcoming window when he found Morgan's room empty. The little boy was very sully and was barely pushing a truck across the floor.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"Morgan tried to kill me," Brad told him without looking up from the bucket of his dump truck.

"That's not true," Jack told her.

"You don't know Morgan. She loves you, she would never get angry with you."

"Okay. Why did she try to kill you?" Jack decided to play along.

"I kept saying Tristan was her boyfriend." He flipped the truck and sighed at it. "That's where she is right now."

"At Tristan's?"

"Yeah. They hang out a lot."

"Hmm." He liked the idea of Morgan liking someone. She definitely seemed happier the last couple of months and she certainly didn't seem that lonely anymore. She still liked to hide in her room and do her pictures, or read, but that was who she was. His emotions for it ran so high, there was a strange feeling in his stomach that he wondering if he was thawing and needed medical attention. He told Bradley goodbye and sailed off into the window for the small grey house on the other side of tone. The positive feelings made him feeling a little lighter, and they inspired him to do a couple of flips. It Morgan truly did have feelings for Tristan, and he figured she did, she just had no idea, then what Tooth said about feelings for him fading was true and maybe Morgan could get out of the lonely rut she was in.

He perched at the window and caught scenes from Peter Pan playing on the screen. He snickered quietly, wondering how Morgan was reacting to it's "lack of realism" She must have really liked him if she agreed to watch him.

Beyond the window, Morgan was busy in a fight using the graham crackers from the s'mores. She laughed at the sudden attack of several pieces being thrown on her. While the credits on the film rolled, she slipped off the couch and onto the ground, gulping for air. Tristan laughed along with her and then offered his hand to pull her arm. Morgan's smiled faded when she was two inches from his face and there was movement in her neck to suggest nervous swallowing.

Morgan's past with people reminded Jack of how terribly she had been treated, how Brianne was clearly using her to gain good scores on history – her worst subject – and actually have someone interested in hearing about Romania and its own history. Morgan stayed friends with her because she couldn't stand to be so lonely, even if she was being used. Now, he was curious as to what Tristan was planning to do. He would have to ask North if he was ever on the Naughty list. He couldn't bear the thought of Morgan befriending someone and then having them crush her, so if she was starting to like him and he hurt her... he wasn't even sure if guardians should think such horrible thoughts about children.

But he was completely okay with feeling paranoid about the way they were looking at each other.

It's hard for to ignore the similarities between Peter Pan and Jack. I actually really do love Peter Pan - but as a 21 year old I actually never saw it til... like... six months ago. I'm for cereal. That's actually where Peter's name came from btw. Todd came from Sweeney Todd, Bradley came from a guy from school I have... very interesting stories with and Aubrey came from looking at a fight on tumblr on whether it's eggplant or Aubergine and a picture of Audrey Hepburn.

If you like history and you have not seen Horrible Histories... actually, if you just haven't seen Horrible Histories in general YOU NEED TO SEE IT. THE EPISODES ARE AMAZING. It's hilarious, and it's a British history show for children.

So... you should really tell me what you thought about this chapter. :) Later, my lovelies. Rosie out.