*******Yippy, I'm back and ready for action! Sorry it took so long, I've been havin' some bad writers block problems with this story, but I assure you, I will finish it! I mean I have to if I have 125 reviews! That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside guys, I hope you know that. Oh, and if you told me you want that pic of Peter and Alex and didn't get it, tell me again. My computer messed up and I lost a lot of my emails. So, yeh, if you didn't get it, tell me and I'll be sure to send it to ya. Savvy? Hehe, mentioning 'savvy', do you all know that I've started a Pirates of the Caribbean fic? Go and read it my followers! Of course read this first, but after go and read that…and all my other fic's. I want all of them to be as successful as this one! Now that that's out of my system, on with the story!
Chapter Seventeen
'Just a friend huh?' Alex thought to herself as she continued on down the side walk and back to the park. That woman was strange, but helpful. She looked down in the back and pulled out a piece of sweet bread the younger woman packed for her. She had to admit, it was a lot better then the usual berries she ate in Neverland.
The new day was warm with a calming breeze shifting through the trees. The sun seemed to welcome all outdoors and warmed the surface of Alex's flesh. It was nice to have the grunge washed off of her body for once and have her hair light and untangled. There were some good things to this world after all.
"Here we go." Alex mumbled to herself as she walked through the gated entrance to the park. That old man, John, said that the boy was headed this way, and who could resist stopping at a cozy little place like this? The day wore on and the girl couldn't help wondering about Tinkerbell now and then. The safety of the little pixie was in in worries a lot of the time, but she always tried to stay focused on the problem at hand. Which was Peter. Eventually, Alex started calling out for Peter. All that gained her was several odd and annoyed looks, along with an old man yelling from his second story window, 'What, what?!' Alex was pretty sure that that wasn't the Peter she was looking for.
The skies eventually turned to orange and the sun faded below the building lined horizon. 'Tomorrow will be the third day.' Alex thought to herself, that's when she'll have to go back and find Tink. That thought almost made her frantic. Something about this place told her that he was here. He had to be here, she could feel him. She continued wandering through the darkening park, and her calls to Peter had changed to strange murmurs of his name. Which many would think sounded a little crazy.
Now, it had been a while since Alex had been to the other world and she didn't really remember the dangers. Like being along in a dark park in the middle of the night. She didn't know where the guy came from or how long he'd been there, but the next thing she knew, she was being hit across the face and had a knife to her throat. Heaven only knows what could have happened if those strange 'things' hadn't come along. Alex didn't know where they came from either, or what they were but she was damn glad they came along. Lights, is the only word to describe them. Lots and lots of colored lights flew around the guys head until he high tailed it out of there. They reminded her a lot of the light Tink let off while flying around. There were blues, and greens, and reds, all floating there around her. Alex would have run off as fast as the guy had if not for the sudden soothing voice.
"Do not fear us child, we mean you no harm." A woman's voice, she finally figured out.
"What…who…where are you?" Alex stuttered and looked around the lights. She almost glared when a teasing laugh was her answer.
"I am right in front of you. Can you not see me?"
With that one of the purple toned lights came nearer to the girl. A woman…fairies! All of them, pixies! Men and women alike, some young and some old. All where looking at her with amused and interested features. That's when it hit her…if they were pixies they might know where Peter was. It was a long shot since they weren't from Neverland, but it was worth trying.
"Peter!" She burst out. "Peter Pan, do you know where he is?!" she continued and scrambled to her feet, causing some of the fairies to flutter about. This time when the laughter came from all of them, Alex did glare. She didn't care about how she was able to understand this particular fairies talking or the fact that they were currently making fun of her, she just wanted to know where her Peter…uh, where Peter was.
"Silly ass, Peter Pan is the embodiment of child hood! Do you really think we would let him be out there unprotected? Just because we do not have the blessing of keeping Neverland intact, we still must protect the Pan." through all this meaningful talk, Alex was staring at her with wide impatient eyes.
"Look lady, that's all touching and good, but just tell me where he is!" She yelled and grabbed the pixie, trapping her in her fist. All the fairies were in shock at the violent behavior for a moment before they started fluttering around Alex's head aggressively.
"That's enough." the purple pixie demanded plainly from the girls fist then turned her gaze toward her. "We will show you where he is, but I warn you. You may not like what you find."
*******Outside of a small house*******
Leaving the darkness of the park, the pixie led the girl into the soft light of the neighborhoods. On the corner of two streets a small, rather dumpy home sat with light flickering from the windows. The duo approached the window and flew up to peek in the second story. A large bedroom with several bed scattered around appeared to be a child's rooms from the toys laying around. Moving around the house, Alex came upon two more bedrooms, a kitchen, and a sitting room. In this act, she couldn't help but have a feeling of familiarity. She couldn't help but think back to that night she was searching for Peter on the Jolly Roger. Shrugging that off she continued her look through the windows. That was when she came to a dining room.
A good nine or ten people were crammed into the small space talking and eating their meal. At the head of the table sat a man and woman, the mother and father probably. The rest were children of all ages, ranging from late teens to five years old. One was flinging mashed…uh, something, across the table to hit a boy, who flung a spoonful of fruit back, and so on and so forth. The adults just sat there laughing away at some joke one of them told, while the other kids argued over the last roll. The only bit of calmness she found in the whole room was in one corner. Off to the left, in almost a separate room sat a boy all alone. As Alex floated around the house to a window that was closer, her heart almost stopped beating.
Closing her eyes as she came to the window, she inhaled deeply before opening them again and setting her steely gaze on the boy. Her breath then completely stopped along with the anything around her. Matted red hair clung to his forehead, and now plain brown eyes stared down at the half empty plate in front of him. His skin was pale and sickly looking, and covered with bruises. A shocked expression soon turned to noticeable pain as Alex placed a hand on the window.
"No, Peter…what has this world done to you?" she whispered and let the small tears break free. She had imagined him lost and confused, but not this. He wasn't Peter any more, he was…
"Vincent! Get in 'ere and take out the trash!" a shrill female voice came from the dining room. Alex watched as the former Pan rose out of his chair and shuffled into the kitchen to do what he was told. 'Vincent?' she thought to herself. 'Who would name him Vincent?' Then with a bitter laugh she thought, 'Those disgusting people.' Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the back door hit the side of the house. Quickly flying toward the back, she peeked around the corner to see 'Vincent' carrying out a large bag of garbage. Alex had to cringe again. When Peter did walk, he walked with pride…but now he just dragged his feet and kept his head down.
She kept her grip on the side of the house while she studied him, then fate jumped in. The weak siding gave way and ripped from the house taking Alex by surprise, an sending her to the ground with a clatter. As soon as the noise echoed through the yard, 'Vincent' perked his head up and looked straight at her.
In the moment, Alex almost saw the real Peter again. Instead of the filthy clothing he was wearing now, he had on his leaf apparel. His skin was once again tanned and toned, his hair was back to its former sheen, and his eyes had a honey glow to them. A smile graced across her face as she looked up at him from her spot on the ground, but that image melted away when the woman's voice bellowed out.
"Vincent! What the hell was tha'?!" She came out onto the old porch and stared 'Vincent' down. He kept his eyes on the grounded girl for a moment then looked toward his knew foster mother.
"N-nothing, just a dog." he answered timidly. Alex had to cringe at the sound of his voice. It didn't have the 'respect me or else' tone anymore. Instead it reminded her of a scared rabbit.
"Fine, finish up and get in 'ere then! These dishes need washin'." the woman commanded before heading back into the house.
Standing to her full height Alex took a step toward Peter, which brought his attention back to her.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly. She knew he didn't mean it, but those words were like a dagger in the chest. Sucking up her pride she gave him a small smile and raised a hand to her chest.
"I'm Alex."
*********Good God, what have I done to Peter! Forgive me! I know this chapter is short, but I gotta get goin' to my dad's so I had to make it quick. It turned out a lot different then what I thought I would. Hmm…anyway, I was listening to Sweet Misery by Michelle Branch when I wrote this chapter. It gave me such inspiration *tear*. Well, the next chapter will probably be up pretty soon, I already know what I'm gonna write so…Oh oh oh, I went to see the new Peter Pan movie. So good! Though they made it more like a love story then I thought it would be, but it gave it a little bit more spice I think. Now, I really gotta go so…REVIEW DAMNIT REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Seventeen
'Just a friend huh?' Alex thought to herself as she continued on down the side walk and back to the park. That woman was strange, but helpful. She looked down in the back and pulled out a piece of sweet bread the younger woman packed for her. She had to admit, it was a lot better then the usual berries she ate in Neverland.
The new day was warm with a calming breeze shifting through the trees. The sun seemed to welcome all outdoors and warmed the surface of Alex's flesh. It was nice to have the grunge washed off of her body for once and have her hair light and untangled. There were some good things to this world after all.
"Here we go." Alex mumbled to herself as she walked through the gated entrance to the park. That old man, John, said that the boy was headed this way, and who could resist stopping at a cozy little place like this? The day wore on and the girl couldn't help wondering about Tinkerbell now and then. The safety of the little pixie was in in worries a lot of the time, but she always tried to stay focused on the problem at hand. Which was Peter. Eventually, Alex started calling out for Peter. All that gained her was several odd and annoyed looks, along with an old man yelling from his second story window, 'What, what?!' Alex was pretty sure that that wasn't the Peter she was looking for.
The skies eventually turned to orange and the sun faded below the building lined horizon. 'Tomorrow will be the third day.' Alex thought to herself, that's when she'll have to go back and find Tink. That thought almost made her frantic. Something about this place told her that he was here. He had to be here, she could feel him. She continued wandering through the darkening park, and her calls to Peter had changed to strange murmurs of his name. Which many would think sounded a little crazy.
Now, it had been a while since Alex had been to the other world and she didn't really remember the dangers. Like being along in a dark park in the middle of the night. She didn't know where the guy came from or how long he'd been there, but the next thing she knew, she was being hit across the face and had a knife to her throat. Heaven only knows what could have happened if those strange 'things' hadn't come along. Alex didn't know where they came from either, or what they were but she was damn glad they came along. Lights, is the only word to describe them. Lots and lots of colored lights flew around the guys head until he high tailed it out of there. They reminded her a lot of the light Tink let off while flying around. There were blues, and greens, and reds, all floating there around her. Alex would have run off as fast as the guy had if not for the sudden soothing voice.
"Do not fear us child, we mean you no harm." A woman's voice, she finally figured out.
"What…who…where are you?" Alex stuttered and looked around the lights. She almost glared when a teasing laugh was her answer.
"I am right in front of you. Can you not see me?"
With that one of the purple toned lights came nearer to the girl. A woman…fairies! All of them, pixies! Men and women alike, some young and some old. All where looking at her with amused and interested features. That's when it hit her…if they were pixies they might know where Peter was. It was a long shot since they weren't from Neverland, but it was worth trying.
"Peter!" She burst out. "Peter Pan, do you know where he is?!" she continued and scrambled to her feet, causing some of the fairies to flutter about. This time when the laughter came from all of them, Alex did glare. She didn't care about how she was able to understand this particular fairies talking or the fact that they were currently making fun of her, she just wanted to know where her Peter…uh, where Peter was.
"Silly ass, Peter Pan is the embodiment of child hood! Do you really think we would let him be out there unprotected? Just because we do not have the blessing of keeping Neverland intact, we still must protect the Pan." through all this meaningful talk, Alex was staring at her with wide impatient eyes.
"Look lady, that's all touching and good, but just tell me where he is!" She yelled and grabbed the pixie, trapping her in her fist. All the fairies were in shock at the violent behavior for a moment before they started fluttering around Alex's head aggressively.
"That's enough." the purple pixie demanded plainly from the girls fist then turned her gaze toward her. "We will show you where he is, but I warn you. You may not like what you find."
*******Outside of a small house*******
Leaving the darkness of the park, the pixie led the girl into the soft light of the neighborhoods. On the corner of two streets a small, rather dumpy home sat with light flickering from the windows. The duo approached the window and flew up to peek in the second story. A large bedroom with several bed scattered around appeared to be a child's rooms from the toys laying around. Moving around the house, Alex came upon two more bedrooms, a kitchen, and a sitting room. In this act, she couldn't help but have a feeling of familiarity. She couldn't help but think back to that night she was searching for Peter on the Jolly Roger. Shrugging that off she continued her look through the windows. That was when she came to a dining room.
A good nine or ten people were crammed into the small space talking and eating their meal. At the head of the table sat a man and woman, the mother and father probably. The rest were children of all ages, ranging from late teens to five years old. One was flinging mashed…uh, something, across the table to hit a boy, who flung a spoonful of fruit back, and so on and so forth. The adults just sat there laughing away at some joke one of them told, while the other kids argued over the last roll. The only bit of calmness she found in the whole room was in one corner. Off to the left, in almost a separate room sat a boy all alone. As Alex floated around the house to a window that was closer, her heart almost stopped beating.
Closing her eyes as she came to the window, she inhaled deeply before opening them again and setting her steely gaze on the boy. Her breath then completely stopped along with the anything around her. Matted red hair clung to his forehead, and now plain brown eyes stared down at the half empty plate in front of him. His skin was pale and sickly looking, and covered with bruises. A shocked expression soon turned to noticeable pain as Alex placed a hand on the window.
"No, Peter…what has this world done to you?" she whispered and let the small tears break free. She had imagined him lost and confused, but not this. He wasn't Peter any more, he was…
"Vincent! Get in 'ere and take out the trash!" a shrill female voice came from the dining room. Alex watched as the former Pan rose out of his chair and shuffled into the kitchen to do what he was told. 'Vincent?' she thought to herself. 'Who would name him Vincent?' Then with a bitter laugh she thought, 'Those disgusting people.' Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the back door hit the side of the house. Quickly flying toward the back, she peeked around the corner to see 'Vincent' carrying out a large bag of garbage. Alex had to cringe again. When Peter did walk, he walked with pride…but now he just dragged his feet and kept his head down.
She kept her grip on the side of the house while she studied him, then fate jumped in. The weak siding gave way and ripped from the house taking Alex by surprise, an sending her to the ground with a clatter. As soon as the noise echoed through the yard, 'Vincent' perked his head up and looked straight at her.
In the moment, Alex almost saw the real Peter again. Instead of the filthy clothing he was wearing now, he had on his leaf apparel. His skin was once again tanned and toned, his hair was back to its former sheen, and his eyes had a honey glow to them. A smile graced across her face as she looked up at him from her spot on the ground, but that image melted away when the woman's voice bellowed out.
"Vincent! What the hell was tha'?!" She came out onto the old porch and stared 'Vincent' down. He kept his eyes on the grounded girl for a moment then looked toward his knew foster mother.
"N-nothing, just a dog." he answered timidly. Alex had to cringe at the sound of his voice. It didn't have the 'respect me or else' tone anymore. Instead it reminded her of a scared rabbit.
"Fine, finish up and get in 'ere then! These dishes need washin'." the woman commanded before heading back into the house.
Standing to her full height Alex took a step toward Peter, which brought his attention back to her.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly. She knew he didn't mean it, but those words were like a dagger in the chest. Sucking up her pride she gave him a small smile and raised a hand to her chest.
"I'm Alex."
*********Good God, what have I done to Peter! Forgive me! I know this chapter is short, but I gotta get goin' to my dad's so I had to make it quick. It turned out a lot different then what I thought I would. Hmm…anyway, I was listening to Sweet Misery by Michelle Branch when I wrote this chapter. It gave me such inspiration *tear*. Well, the next chapter will probably be up pretty soon, I already know what I'm gonna write so…Oh oh oh, I went to see the new Peter Pan movie. So good! Though they made it more like a love story then I thought it would be, but it gave it a little bit more spice I think. Now, I really gotta go so…REVIEW DAMNIT REVIEW!!!!