Author's Note: This is long overdue, but here it is…thank you to all nine of you who are actually reading this story. And thank you, Dilandra and Rebel-Tomboy, for putting it on your fave's list. It's much appreciated.
Only In Your Wildest Neverdreams
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Chapter Five
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Peter stared at Ellie, cocking his head to the side. He waited for her to tell him that she was joking. She had to be joking. When she did not laugh, he began to. Maybe it would encourage her to.
"It's not funny!" cried Ellie. She was annoyed.
Abruptly, Peter stopped laughing. "Oh…you're not joking?"
"Why would I joke about a thing like that?"
"Well, I thought…well, everyone can think of a happy thought!" He could hear Tinkerbell laughing her little bell laugh and was sure that it was out of joy. Now Ellie could not come with them.
"Just give me a minute, okay?" requested Ellie. She began to think, crossing her arms across her chest. Perhaps if she closed her eyes, it would help her think better…she had it! It was Juliette. She could confidently say that Juliette was her only source of happiness. "I've got it," said Ellie quietly.
"Good. Now, hold it. Tink, you know what to do."
Tinkerbell did not move except to cross her arms across her chest.
"Tinkerbell," Peter said warningly.
She continued to ignore him.
"You're banished. For a month."
Growling, Tinkerbell flicked a few particles of fairy dust over Ellie's head.
Sighing exasperatedly, Peter grabbed the fairy and shook her, holding his hand out to catch the falling fairy dust. Then, he blew the dust onto Ellie, whose nose twitched as it blew into her face.
"Hey, you blew it right into my—"
"Concentrate!"
"Alright!" She squeezed her eyes shut, balling her hands into fists as she did so. It was not working. Impatiently, Ellie opened her eyes. "Why isn't it—oh my God! Oh my God!"
Peter smiled as he watched Ellie kick her feet in delight as she floated higher and higher above the ground.
"Peter, this is great! This is—this is—hey! How do I get down?"
"Stop thinking about your happy thought!" shouted Tinkerbell so that Ellie could understand her.
"No!" cried Peter, but it was too late. Ellie had already cleared her mind and she fell to the balcony below her. Catching her in time, Peter set her down upright.
Angrily, Ellie advanced on the fairy, who flew just out of her reach. Peter held her in place, trying to prevent her from grabbing Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell in turn proceeded to blow a raspberry at the girl.
"You little—"
"Tinkerbell, why did you do that?" demanded Peter, interrupting Ellie.
Not waiting for an answer, Ellie growled and pushed Peter away, giving up. She would get that fairy sooner or later.
Peter looked tentatively between Tinkerbell and Ellie. He could almost see the steam coming from Ellie's ears. "Look, Ellie Rose," he started. "We can try again."
Ellie sighed and nodded. She closed her eyes again as Peter grabbed a hold of Tinkerbell and shook her, gathering fairy dust in his extended hand. Once again, he blew it at her and once again, she began to float. "Now," said Peter, grabbing her hand so she did not float too far away. "Just make sure you don't forget your happy thought."
"But how do I get down?"
"I don't know. You just…do. Just think that you want to go down and you will. Try it."
"Okay." She did.
"See, that was easy. Alright, let's go." He lifted off into the air.
"Wait!"
"What?"
"I…" Ellie looked back at her window. There was a chance that she would never see this place ever again. What was she thinking? Did she really want to go off with some anonymous boy to "Neverland?" Did she know what she was doing? The butterflies in her stomach and her racing heart told her that she did not.
But she also did not care.
"Nothing," she replied.
Peter extended her hand to her and she ignored it, passing him. "Well, are we going?" she asked haughtily.
This is a terrible idea, Tinkerbell thought to herself.
"Quickly, boy!"
"Oh, shut ye hole."
"What did ye say?" Mason advanced on the younger pirate, drawing his sword in the process.
"You heard me," said Oliver, boldly. "Shut. Ye. Hole."
"Pipsqueak!" shouted Mason. Oliver merely snorted and crossed his arms. He was nearly a head taller than Mason was. "I oughta slit ye from gut to gullet!"
"Ah, ah, ah," said Oliver. "Remember the cap'n's orders."
"Ah, fuck the cap'n's orders. To 'ell with the cap'n's orders!" Mason grumbled, putting his sword back into it's sheath. "To 'ell with the cap'n. To 'ell with the Jolly Roger. To 'ell with…" he mumbled to himself as he walked off ahead of Oliver.
Terrence Mason. Of all the people that Oliver had to get paired with for island duty, it had to be Mason, the pirate with the shortest temper. He was bitter about being stuck on the island. Of course, most if not all the pirates were, but he did not harbor any feelings.
Oliver yawned. He was bored. He hated island duty. Simply loathed it. It was so…boring. Who wanted to search the island for Peter Pan's hideout? Who cared where Peter Pan's hideout was anyway? He would come to the ship to bother Hook soon enough. Why didn't the captain just wait for the stupid boy to come to him?
A stupid boy. That's all he was. An arrogant, pigheaded, stupid—
There was a loud noise and Oliver looked up, seeing something come crashing through the trees. It seemed to hit almost every branch as it came down. He almost did not look up in time and surely he would have broken the fall of whatever had fallen through the clearing if he had not jumped back. He stood up after falling on his back, annoyed that the small twigs strewn about had scraped his hands but he soon forgot his annoyance when he saw what had fallen.
It was a girl and she had acquired quite a few scrapings herself. Her face, as well as her bare arms, was scratched, leaving her with blood seeping from the scratches. But what was strange was not that she fell from the sky, but what she was wearing.
"Mason!" Oliver loudly whispered.
"…to 'ell with the croc. To 'ell with you—"
"Mason!" As he said this, he could hear the girl stirring awake. She groaned.
"What is it, boy?"
"Shh!" said Oliver loudly. "Come 'ere and see this!"
Mason came. "Well looky 'ere! A bird, plucked right from the sky!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in amazement.
Oliver rolled his eyes. Along with having a short temper, Mason could be stupid as well. "No, no, you idiot. It's not a bird, it's a girl." His eyes fell on her again as she began to murmur.
"What's she sayin'?" asked Mason. His voice had finally quieted down to a whisper.
"Let's listen," replied Oliver.
"Peter…Peter…"
"Peter?" said Oliver, more to himself than to Mason.
"Peter…Tinkerbell…"
Oliver's eyes blazed with anger. So. It was Peter she was rambling on about. Of course. It was always about Peter. Why did everyone care about him so much? He was a glory hog. He was a—
"Up girl, git up!" commanded Mason. He roughly hauled her up by her arm, getting a squeal from her.
"What?" she said, quietly at first, shaking her head. "What are you doing? Who are you? Where's Peter?"
"Gently, Mason, gently!" instructed Oliver while the girl tried desperately to yank her arm out of Mason's grip in vain. "She's only a girl, for Christ's sakes!"
"Who the hell are you?" cried the girl. "Hey, I asked you a goddamned question!" She continued to try to get out of Mason's grip, occasionally trying to kick him.
Oliver smiled in amusement. This girl had a mouth on her. He could say that he thought it rather funny. "Let's take her to the ship," suggested Oliver. "I'm sure the cap'n would love to meet her, especially since she seems to know a thing or two about Peter Pan."
"Wait a minute," said the girl, remaining still for a moment. "Peter Pan?" She gave a nervous laugh. "I don't know who you're talking about."
Seeing the fear in her eyes almost made Oliver feel sorry for the girl. Almost.
"Let's go, Mason."
Mason nodded, easily throwing the girl over his left shoulder while she beat on his back with her balled fists.
Thanks for reading…oh, and check out "Catalina" by Alison224. :)
December 4, 2002
Copyright, theMuse