Katelyn ran through the four-leaf-clover field, like the one she had seen with Peter. She could hear the waves and smell the salt in the air. She turned to see a large hill, the waves peeking out on either side. She tried to climb it and reach the beach, but she couldn't do it. At least, she couldn't do it alone.

"Why don't you just fly over?" said a voice. She turned to see Peter Pan float down from the sky and stand infront of her.

"I can't do it all by myself. I don't have fairy dust. You should know that, Peter." she said back to him.

"You're right. Here, I'll help you." Peter picked her up and they soared over the mountain. They landed on the beach as Peter put her down and sat next to her.

"It's so pretty here." Katelyn said happily.

"It is. I am proud to call it my home." Peter replied.

"You should." she retorted.

"When you get better, we can come here in the real world." said Peter.

"This is the real world. And I am fine." she said.

"No it's not. This is just a dream." said Peter matter-of-factly.

"A dream? Really? Am I asleep?" Katelyn asked dream Peter.

"No. You're unconscious." he replied.

"Oh my. I am? What happened to me?" Katelyn asked.

"You got stabbed." said Peter.

"Good gracious! Who the heck stabbed me?" asked Katelyn, flustered.

"Tiger Lily. She hates you." said Peter.

"Well ofcourse. I am another girl in Peter's world." Katelyn replied.

"You mean my world?" Peter asked.

"No, I mean the real Peter. You are dream Peter." said Katelyn.

"Oh I see. Yeah, she really hates you. But that's because you are keeping Real Peter away from her." said Dream Peter.

"Well, Real Peter doesn't want to marry her. He told me." Katelyn replied.

"You know why he doesn't, right?" Dream Peter asked.

"Ofcourse! Because she's a clingy, homicidal freak!" yelled Katelyn.

"Well, that's half of it." said Deam Peter.

"What's the other half?" asked Katelyn.

"He still loves you." said Dream Peter.

"What? No he doesn't!" yelled Katelyn screamed.

"Quiet down! And yes, he does. I asked him. We share the same conscience." said Dream Peter.

"He really does?" asked Katelyn.

"Duh! He never stopped." said Dream Peter.

"Really? Wow, I am really stupid." said Katelyn.

"Yes you are. But that's not the point. You have to make things right in the real world. You have to wake up before it's too late." said Dream Peter.

"How do I wake up?" asked Katelyn.

"You will in any second now." said Dream Peter.

"Oh. I guess I will just wait then." said Katelyn.

"You have to make things right!" said Dream Peter.

"I will!" Katelyn yelled.

Suddenly, the whole scene, including Dream Peter, started to fade away. Everything turned black, then I found myself in a strange room. I tilted my head just a little and opened my eyes. I could hear someone whimpering, but my vision was too fuzzy to see who it was. As my eyesight came into focus, I saw Peter crying and looking straight at me.

"Peter, why are you crying?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Peter said to me. The events from just an hour ago flooded back into my mind as I replayed Tiger Lily's attack and Peter trying to save me.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked innocently.

"I failed you. I didn't protect you well enough. I couldn't stop her. It's all my fault that you are here!" Peter gushed as he cried more.

"No." I said, trying to make him feel better. "This isn't your fault. Everything happens for a reason."

"No! There is no reason for you to die!" Peter exclaimed. I was taken aback my his words. Dying...I was dying????

"I'm dying?" I asked, suddenly filled with grief and fear.

Peter lunged forward and rubbed my head, as if trying to calm me. "I will make Tiger Lily pay, I swear it."

"No, Peter! This wasn't your fault. This wasn't anyone's fault." I reassured him. The last thing I wanted was to leave Peter on a murdurous rampage. No one else needed to die.

"How can you say that? How can you shrug this off as if it's no big deal?" Peter asked me.

"I am obviously meant to die..." I muttered. I couldn't look at Peter anymore. I directed my attention to a candle that was sitting on a table near us. The light flickering brought me deep into thought. It reminded me so much of myself. A flame. Normally so strong and encouraging. But just a little gust of wind (or a knife) could easily wipe it out. But my thoughts were interrupted by Peter's voice.

"No. I am so sorry." Peter said as he started to rub my cheek. I still focused my attention on the candle. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Katelyn, I just want you to know that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me." Peter said. I sudden;y felt my energy drain from my body as I turned to look at Peter.

"If it wasn't for you forgetting your story." I said, smiling just a little. "I never would have come here. Tell my mother. Leave a note..."

"I will." he said hurriedly.

I suddenly felt very emotional as I realized that I was dying. I remembered what Dream Peter said to me as a tear fell down my face. "I have always loved you, Peter Pan. Never forget me."

"Katelyn don't talk like that." he said to me. I sighed.

"Just promise you won't ever forget me." I repeated.

"I promise." he whispered. I smiled and felt pure happiness for just a minute. But I suddenly felt another wave sweep away my energy. I felt my eyes droop and my head sag as I fell into unconsciousness. I could hear Peter saying my name, but I was too tired to answer. Pretty soon, I was out.

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"Is she alright?"

"You gave her the antidote, right?"

"Yes my queen. She should wake up any second now."

"Why isn't she waking?"

"Patience, Ranell."

"Wait, here she comes!"

"Quiet!"

I awoke to find myself still in the strange room. I turned to see three fairies circling my head and staring at me. I groaned and sat up.

"She lives!" one of them exclaimed.

"Are you okay?" asked another.

"Yes...am I dead?" I asked groggily.

"No, sweetheart. We have revived you." said the same fairy.

"You have?" I exclaimed.

"Yes. We found the potion on your bed!" said the third.

"You did?" I asked.

"Yes. Peter Pan left us with the antidote." said the second one.

"He did?" I asked.

"Peter Pan loves you. And the only thing that can destroy pure hate is pure love!" said the third.

"Which Tiger Lily put in you when she stabbed you!" said the first fairy.

"Oh...I see." I said.

"Now go!" said the second fairy. "That horrible wedding is in an hour and a half! You must stop it!"

"Okay..." I moaned as I sat up and waddled out the door.

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"Katelyn!!!!" Kevin yelled as I sulked into the Underground Home.

All the boys screamed and ran up to me, hugging me and kissing me and telling me how much they missed me.

"And how Peter has missed you!" screamed Tootles.

"He hasn't eaten hardly anything." said the Twins.

"Yeah, we were really worried." said Nibs.

"I am sorry that I worried you." I said solemnly.

"But now Peter will be happy!" Slightly yelled.

"But the wedding!" said Curly.

"Heck with the wedding!" exclaimed Nibs.

But we didn't have to do anything. Peter ran into the room and into his room, slamming the door behind him. We could hear his sobs echoing from the other room.

"You had better go talk to him." said Slightly.

I nodded and stood up, walking slowly towards Peter's door. I opened it quietly and tip-toed inside. Peter was on his stomach, his head in his pillow and his cries muffled.

"Go away!" he yelled.

"Peter, why are you crying?"