*********I'm back? Already? What is the deal?! Hehe, I decided I'll make up for slacking on this story before and post another chapter. By the way, I'm touched by the amount of reviews I got on my last chapter, it makes me want to write more, and more, and more…
Chapter Eighteen
The tired looking boy just stood there staring at her for some time. Alex was hoping that he remembered her, and was just trying to put it all together, but no such luck. Instead, this 'Vincent' edged his way toward the porch.
"Wait! Don't…don't go. I just want to talk to you." she almost begged and put her hands out in front of her. "Please, just listen to me." The boy just continued to stare at her blankly. His eyes didn't contain the joy or freedom they used to, they were just…empty. Though it almost broke Alex's heart to look into them, she stared back with pleading eyes. A relieved sigh escaped her lips when 'Vincent' walked back down the steps then stopped in front of her with a questioning look.
"Do I…know you?" he whispered. Another painful stab in the chest. 'Do I know you?' a line that definitely brought back memories for the ex pirate. That day by the mermaid lagoon came rushing back, when she felt anger and sadness at the same time. Just like at that moment. She was angry and Hook, herself, and even Peter a little. She know it wasn't his fault, but she still held a bit of anger from when he didn't save her all those years ago…but that didn't matter right now. All that matter was getting the Pan back to Neverland.
"You look kinda familiar." his speaking brought her back to reality, and she looked up at him with a smile and a nod.
"Good, that's good. I should look familiar because you do know me. You just don't…you don't remember." she said gaining an even more confused look, then she continued in a quick whisper. "You don't remember anything before a few days ago do you?"
"How do you…how do you know that?" his voice became a bit sharper and his eyes more suspicious. Alex opened her mouth to reply, but was quickly interrupted by the voice of the filthy woman inside.
"Vincent! Get in 'ere now!" she yelled through the screen on a small window. When 'Vincent' began to retreat back into the house Alex almost panicked, but quickly grabbed hold of his hand.
"Come with me and I'll tell you." she said giving him a steady stare.
"Your crazy." he mumbled quietly, avoiding her silver eyes. When he attempted to yank his hand back, Alex held tight. She wasn't giving up that easily.
"If you come with me I'll tell you everything that you don't remember." she whispered sharply, again in a pleading tone. At this offer, the boy turned quickly around.
"I'll tell you everything…where you came from, what you were…I'll tell you everything, Peter." she finished it off with his name. At this, 'Vincent's' eyes turned blank again as he stared at her with a bit of despair laced in his gaze. After a moment or two, he shook his head breaking the silence.
"How could you know about me? Go away." this time he took back his hand with success and trudged back up to the door.
"No, I do know about you! I know everything! About those scars on your arms and on you stomach, I know why you have the strange urge to crow every time you do something clever," she stated with a smile. "And I know why I look familiar. I know why…I know why…I know why you have dreams of flying, and why you answered to the name Peter. I can tell you everything if you just come with me. You can't WANT to stay here."
He stopped in his tracks as she named off the things. 'How could she know about the scar on his stomach, or about the crowing? She couldn't know about the dreams…but why did I answer to that name?' he thought to himself. Turning back to her he questioned softly.
"What was your name again?"
"Alex. My name is Alex." she repeated and let out a sigh thinking he might be changing his mind, but a shake of his head tossed her back into doubt.
"I don't know any Alex, and my names not Peter, its Vincent. Leave me alone." he argued and gave her a bitter look before going back inside the house. Alex was left outside, alone, and in shock. She had expected for him to be a little cautious, but not for him to completely shrug her off. A puff of anger escaped her lips and she rocketed off into the night sky toward the park, readying a few things to say to that little pixie.
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A boy lay in a small bed near a window on the top floor of a dumpy old house. He had gone to bed long ago, but sleep evaded him. Who was that girl? She couldn't have known as much as she claimed to could she? He couldn't shake the fact that he'd seen her somewhere before though. Nor could he shake the fact that he got a light blush whenever she looked at him. Thankfully the darkness outside hid it from her view, but he could feel the heat on his face every time she turned that steely gaze toward him. She also made him a bit nervous. Not that he was actually afraid of her, she just made him…jittery, alert.
This boy also couldn't shake the feeling that he made the wrong choice by going back inside. She was right, he didn't want to stay there. The people were mean and dirty, and the house itself was uncomfortable. He remembered the day the Jameson's first found him in the park. He was dressed in tightly woven leaves and had a belt around his waist, appearing to have held a knife or sword at some point. The girl was right, he couldn't remember anything before that. He only remembered the two adults taking him in, for reasons unknown, and dubbing him Vincent. Now that he thought about it, he didn't really even feel like a Vincent. He felt like a…a Peter.
Rolling over in his bed a sour look came across his face. He was letting that girl get to him, but she was right about so many things that it was becoming hard to think about anything else. She was right about the dreams, the scars, but why did he answer to the name Peter? That was the thing that was plaguing him the most. It came to the point that when he did fall to sleep, all her saw or heard was strange places and people calling him Peter. There were men, women, children, even pixies and mermaids. Then the last person was that girl…that Alex. He saw her behind the blade of a dagger, then on the ground seemingly asleep, then he saw her laughing on a rock. That images was the most vivid. He could almost feel the slight breeze on his face and the salty air flow through his nose. Behind the girl he could see a setting sun and a large ocean surrounding her. Her mouth was moving, but he could never hear anything she said except for the occasional sound of the name Peter.
Sitting up, he ran a hand through his coarse hair with a sigh. His gaze turned to the darkness of the night outside his window toward the park he also had a twinge of familiarity with.
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"You call THAT taking care of him?!" Alex yelled at the small fairy in front of her. She had reached the park some time ago and was currently giving this apparent 'lead fairy' a big chunk of her mind. "He'd be better off living in this damn park then living with those people! Their as bad as Hook for cryin' out loud!"
"We did not have much of an option young lady. They found him, and he can not reveal ourselves to all." she stated calmly, which made Alex more angry.
"You had no problem revealing yourself to that guy that attacked me before did ya?! Peter is a hell of a lot more important then me, so why didn't ya save him! Anyone with half a brain could see that those people are nothin' but trouble!" Alex argued back, flinging her arms. This point that the girl made brought a speechless look to the pixies sharp face.
"Exactly!" she said before turning away and counting to ten before turning back around, and speaking with a calmer voice. "Well, I'm pretty glad that its not you all running the show up there, or else we'd all be doomed." she said sharply and gave one last glare before taking off back toward the house that stored the Pan.
Upon reaching the house, a determined look came over her face. 'Vincent' may be stubborn, but Alex promised that she would be back with Peter, and she WOULD be back with Peter, weather he liked it or not. Once again she floated around the house, peeking in windows, and sneaking around corners in search of Peter. She had gone over every window she could find at least two times, and no Peter was found. Letting out an angry moan she flew around the house once more, checking every window with sharp eyes. This time she found something new, but it was only an empty bed. 'That's a lot of help' she thought to herself and crossed her legs in the air. 'He's gotta be some…' her thoughts where once again interrupted by the soft sound of a door closing.
Carefully she works her way back around the house to the porch that she knew from earlier. A smile that could almost match that of the old Pan came upon her face as she looked down at 'Vincent' on the stairway. Holding her breath so she wouldn't startle him, Alex glided down beside him and landed on the wooden boards of the porch. Taking a step toward him, she winced when the boards creaked, giving her away. The boy quickly turned his head in her direction, an almost expecting look on his face.
"I knew you'd be back. I don't know how, but I did." he murmured then turned away. Alex walked over and sat down next to him, both staring up at the night sky, the second star to the right clearly in view. She didn't really know what to say at the moment, so Alex just sat in silence with the Pan, waiting for anything to break the quiet surroundings.
"Your right ya know. I don't want to stay here." he said and turned his eyes toward her. "But I don't entirely trust you."
Alex laughed bitterly at that. He shouldn't entirely trust her. After all, it was her fault that he was here in the first place. She had told where the hideout was and there was nothing that could change that. She was a liar and a betrayer, and she decided that once Peter had found his memories, she would tell him the crime she had committed.
"I don't expect you to entirely trust me. Weather you trust me or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that you want to know who you are, and I can tell you." she said looking at him. "Your gonna have ta trust me at least to some extent if your gonna believe anything I tell you. So, to trust or not to trust? I trust you'll decide." she finished with a grin and floated up in the air a foot or two. She watches for a few minutes in hope, but he stays silent as he looks up at her in the air. It was strange, he almost seemed unimpressed. Maybe there was hope after all. Unfortunately, he turned his head away. 'This may take longer than expected' she thought and sighed before turning to head back to the park. She was nearly out of the grungy yard before she felt a hand wrap around her ankle and pull her down.
"Who am I?" was the smooth question she heard, and questioning brown eyes where the sight she saw as she came back down to stand in front of him. She looked to the ground for a moment then looked back up at him with a sincere smile.
"Your Peter Pan."
**********I know, I know, a boring chapter, but I couldn't just let him go off with her right away. I dunno when the next chapter will be, I'm gonna try to write another chapter for my Pirates of the Caribbean fic so…I dunno. But enjoy this chapter in the mean time and of course as always, REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Eighteen
The tired looking boy just stood there staring at her for some time. Alex was hoping that he remembered her, and was just trying to put it all together, but no such luck. Instead, this 'Vincent' edged his way toward the porch.
"Wait! Don't…don't go. I just want to talk to you." she almost begged and put her hands out in front of her. "Please, just listen to me." The boy just continued to stare at her blankly. His eyes didn't contain the joy or freedom they used to, they were just…empty. Though it almost broke Alex's heart to look into them, she stared back with pleading eyes. A relieved sigh escaped her lips when 'Vincent' walked back down the steps then stopped in front of her with a questioning look.
"Do I…know you?" he whispered. Another painful stab in the chest. 'Do I know you?' a line that definitely brought back memories for the ex pirate. That day by the mermaid lagoon came rushing back, when she felt anger and sadness at the same time. Just like at that moment. She was angry and Hook, herself, and even Peter a little. She know it wasn't his fault, but she still held a bit of anger from when he didn't save her all those years ago…but that didn't matter right now. All that matter was getting the Pan back to Neverland.
"You look kinda familiar." his speaking brought her back to reality, and she looked up at him with a smile and a nod.
"Good, that's good. I should look familiar because you do know me. You just don't…you don't remember." she said gaining an even more confused look, then she continued in a quick whisper. "You don't remember anything before a few days ago do you?"
"How do you…how do you know that?" his voice became a bit sharper and his eyes more suspicious. Alex opened her mouth to reply, but was quickly interrupted by the voice of the filthy woman inside.
"Vincent! Get in 'ere now!" she yelled through the screen on a small window. When 'Vincent' began to retreat back into the house Alex almost panicked, but quickly grabbed hold of his hand.
"Come with me and I'll tell you." she said giving him a steady stare.
"Your crazy." he mumbled quietly, avoiding her silver eyes. When he attempted to yank his hand back, Alex held tight. She wasn't giving up that easily.
"If you come with me I'll tell you everything that you don't remember." she whispered sharply, again in a pleading tone. At this offer, the boy turned quickly around.
"I'll tell you everything…where you came from, what you were…I'll tell you everything, Peter." she finished it off with his name. At this, 'Vincent's' eyes turned blank again as he stared at her with a bit of despair laced in his gaze. After a moment or two, he shook his head breaking the silence.
"How could you know about me? Go away." this time he took back his hand with success and trudged back up to the door.
"No, I do know about you! I know everything! About those scars on your arms and on you stomach, I know why you have the strange urge to crow every time you do something clever," she stated with a smile. "And I know why I look familiar. I know why…I know why…I know why you have dreams of flying, and why you answered to the name Peter. I can tell you everything if you just come with me. You can't WANT to stay here."
He stopped in his tracks as she named off the things. 'How could she know about the scar on his stomach, or about the crowing? She couldn't know about the dreams…but why did I answer to that name?' he thought to himself. Turning back to her he questioned softly.
"What was your name again?"
"Alex. My name is Alex." she repeated and let out a sigh thinking he might be changing his mind, but a shake of his head tossed her back into doubt.
"I don't know any Alex, and my names not Peter, its Vincent. Leave me alone." he argued and gave her a bitter look before going back inside the house. Alex was left outside, alone, and in shock. She had expected for him to be a little cautious, but not for him to completely shrug her off. A puff of anger escaped her lips and she rocketed off into the night sky toward the park, readying a few things to say to that little pixie.
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A boy lay in a small bed near a window on the top floor of a dumpy old house. He had gone to bed long ago, but sleep evaded him. Who was that girl? She couldn't have known as much as she claimed to could she? He couldn't shake the fact that he'd seen her somewhere before though. Nor could he shake the fact that he got a light blush whenever she looked at him. Thankfully the darkness outside hid it from her view, but he could feel the heat on his face every time she turned that steely gaze toward him. She also made him a bit nervous. Not that he was actually afraid of her, she just made him…jittery, alert.
This boy also couldn't shake the feeling that he made the wrong choice by going back inside. She was right, he didn't want to stay there. The people were mean and dirty, and the house itself was uncomfortable. He remembered the day the Jameson's first found him in the park. He was dressed in tightly woven leaves and had a belt around his waist, appearing to have held a knife or sword at some point. The girl was right, he couldn't remember anything before that. He only remembered the two adults taking him in, for reasons unknown, and dubbing him Vincent. Now that he thought about it, he didn't really even feel like a Vincent. He felt like a…a Peter.
Rolling over in his bed a sour look came across his face. He was letting that girl get to him, but she was right about so many things that it was becoming hard to think about anything else. She was right about the dreams, the scars, but why did he answer to the name Peter? That was the thing that was plaguing him the most. It came to the point that when he did fall to sleep, all her saw or heard was strange places and people calling him Peter. There were men, women, children, even pixies and mermaids. Then the last person was that girl…that Alex. He saw her behind the blade of a dagger, then on the ground seemingly asleep, then he saw her laughing on a rock. That images was the most vivid. He could almost feel the slight breeze on his face and the salty air flow through his nose. Behind the girl he could see a setting sun and a large ocean surrounding her. Her mouth was moving, but he could never hear anything she said except for the occasional sound of the name Peter.
Sitting up, he ran a hand through his coarse hair with a sigh. His gaze turned to the darkness of the night outside his window toward the park he also had a twinge of familiarity with.
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"You call THAT taking care of him?!" Alex yelled at the small fairy in front of her. She had reached the park some time ago and was currently giving this apparent 'lead fairy' a big chunk of her mind. "He'd be better off living in this damn park then living with those people! Their as bad as Hook for cryin' out loud!"
"We did not have much of an option young lady. They found him, and he can not reveal ourselves to all." she stated calmly, which made Alex more angry.
"You had no problem revealing yourself to that guy that attacked me before did ya?! Peter is a hell of a lot more important then me, so why didn't ya save him! Anyone with half a brain could see that those people are nothin' but trouble!" Alex argued back, flinging her arms. This point that the girl made brought a speechless look to the pixies sharp face.
"Exactly!" she said before turning away and counting to ten before turning back around, and speaking with a calmer voice. "Well, I'm pretty glad that its not you all running the show up there, or else we'd all be doomed." she said sharply and gave one last glare before taking off back toward the house that stored the Pan.
Upon reaching the house, a determined look came over her face. 'Vincent' may be stubborn, but Alex promised that she would be back with Peter, and she WOULD be back with Peter, weather he liked it or not. Once again she floated around the house, peeking in windows, and sneaking around corners in search of Peter. She had gone over every window she could find at least two times, and no Peter was found. Letting out an angry moan she flew around the house once more, checking every window with sharp eyes. This time she found something new, but it was only an empty bed. 'That's a lot of help' she thought to herself and crossed her legs in the air. 'He's gotta be some…' her thoughts where once again interrupted by the soft sound of a door closing.
Carefully she works her way back around the house to the porch that she knew from earlier. A smile that could almost match that of the old Pan came upon her face as she looked down at 'Vincent' on the stairway. Holding her breath so she wouldn't startle him, Alex glided down beside him and landed on the wooden boards of the porch. Taking a step toward him, she winced when the boards creaked, giving her away. The boy quickly turned his head in her direction, an almost expecting look on his face.
"I knew you'd be back. I don't know how, but I did." he murmured then turned away. Alex walked over and sat down next to him, both staring up at the night sky, the second star to the right clearly in view. She didn't really know what to say at the moment, so Alex just sat in silence with the Pan, waiting for anything to break the quiet surroundings.
"Your right ya know. I don't want to stay here." he said and turned his eyes toward her. "But I don't entirely trust you."
Alex laughed bitterly at that. He shouldn't entirely trust her. After all, it was her fault that he was here in the first place. She had told where the hideout was and there was nothing that could change that. She was a liar and a betrayer, and she decided that once Peter had found his memories, she would tell him the crime she had committed.
"I don't expect you to entirely trust me. Weather you trust me or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that you want to know who you are, and I can tell you." she said looking at him. "Your gonna have ta trust me at least to some extent if your gonna believe anything I tell you. So, to trust or not to trust? I trust you'll decide." she finished with a grin and floated up in the air a foot or two. She watches for a few minutes in hope, but he stays silent as he looks up at her in the air. It was strange, he almost seemed unimpressed. Maybe there was hope after all. Unfortunately, he turned his head away. 'This may take longer than expected' she thought and sighed before turning to head back to the park. She was nearly out of the grungy yard before she felt a hand wrap around her ankle and pull her down.
"Who am I?" was the smooth question she heard, and questioning brown eyes where the sight she saw as she came back down to stand in front of him. She looked to the ground for a moment then looked back up at him with a sincere smile.
"Your Peter Pan."
**********I know, I know, a boring chapter, but I couldn't just let him go off with her right away. I dunno when the next chapter will be, I'm gonna try to write another chapter for my Pirates of the Caribbean fic so…I dunno. But enjoy this chapter in the mean time and of course as always, REVIEW!!!!