*************Ah, the triumphant return! I don't really have anything to say up there this time, except for this…Johnny Depp playing J. M. Barrie in the new movie Neverland. Ah! How good can it get ladies and gentlemen!? The Depp playing J. M. Barrie, I'm waiting with baited breath…*sigh*. Anyhoo, here's the next chapter.
Chapter Twenty One
"Captain Crook?"
"No."
"Captain Book?"
"No Peter, try again."
"Captain…Captain…" the puzzled youth rubbed his forehead in thought. On either side of him, Wendy and Jane were making small hook shapes with their hands, earning a glare from Alex in front of them.
"He's gotta do this on his own." she prompted and turned her eyes back to him. "Go on Peter."
"Captain…" he started then stood abruptly from the table sending the chair clattering to the floor. "Aw, this is stupid!" he exclaimed and leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed over his chest like a pouting child. Fluttering up in front of the angered youth, Tinkerbell tried to chime comforting words to the revised version of her love.
"Get away." Peter said plainly waving a hand in front of Tink making enough of a breeze to send her across the room. Alex almost flinched every time he dismissed her like that. Sure Wendy, Jane, and herself felt bad and depressed about all this, but poor Tinkerbell. The boy that she had been in charge of for countless years treated her like nothing more then a house fly.
It had been five days since the Pan had agreed to stay and try to extract his long lost memories from his fuzzy brain. He had gone through questions after questions from all the women in the house. Things about some people called 'The Lost Boys', and some girl named Tiger Lily. Recently they had been stuffing information about a Captain that he was suppose to know about, but so far no luck. It seemed to always be on the tip of his tongue, but it just never rolled out like it should.
These days in the strange house made Peter a bit more confident and talkative, but he still wasn't really…there. He didn't have the same zest for life that he held during his days in Neverland. His childhood innocents was gone and replaced with depressing and boring emotions that the real Peter Pan hardly ever had to experience.
"He just needs a break." Alex suddenly spoke up on the boys behalf. Brown eyes looked up to the girl with a bit of curiosity glazing them. This girl had pushed him probably the hardest of all. He guessed he could understand why she did what she did. The days of being around her constantly made him finally realize how much she actually cared for this Peter guy. Whether she wanted to show it or not, it was there as clear as daylight to him. By this time she had told him all about why she wasn't there when the infamous Wendy was in Neverland. Though she always managed to find a way to change the subject when he asked how she got there in the first place.
"Go on up to your room if you want, Peter. We can finish later." she finished and stood from her chair and walked into the kitchen without a glance at anyone else in the room. Peter, it seems, was not the only person who noticed the small change in determination.
Wendy pushed herself up silently as the boy retreated through the doorway and up the stairs to his room as Alex had offered. She found the ex pirate perched on the counter top, contently eating away at a cookies she discovered in the porcelain jar behind her. Bare feet swung off the floor and thumped into the doors of the cupboards now and then, almost giving her the appearance of a little girl. But the complicated, stern face that looked down at the food told otherwise.
"Alex." the old woman said catching the said girls attention. "Is everything alright?" she asked only getting rolled eyes from the sitting female.
"No, Wendy, everything's not alright. Nothings going to be 'alright' until Peter is Peter again." Alex responded in a calm voice, though in the back of her head she wanted to scream, 'What do you think?! Do things like alright to you old woman?!'.
"Dear, I've been thinking. Perhaps its not best for Peter to try to regain his memory here. After all, this wasn't his home. These wouldn't be familiar surroundings even if he did know who he was."
"Go on." Alex gestured with her hand, urging Mrs. Darling on with a mouth full of chocolate chip.
"I think you and Tinkerbell should bring him back to Neverland."
"Back to Neverland." Alex started and looked the woman square in the eye. "Back with all the confusing people, excitable Lost Boys, and the dangerous Hook? You mean just throw him into yet another odd situation with even more strange people then there is here?"
"Yes." Wendy answered with a nod, obviously missing the girls sarcasm.
"That's a great idea Wendy, why didn't I think of it before?" she retorted with the sarcasm still dripping from her words. Sighing with a mouth full of cookie, she rolled her head back and stared up at the ceiling. "I know you think it's a good idea, but Peter's so…helpless right now, and Hook will take advantage of that quicker then the tail flick of a mermaid. This is the Pan he's always wanted. Child like, defenseless, and, well, stupid."
"I understand what your saying dear, but you and the Lost Boys will be there to protect him and all. I'm sure the Indians will do what they can to help, as will the mermaids."
"Right. Like they helped all the other times when the situation was this dangerous." Alex mumbled and slipped off the counter. Brushing the crumbs off her clothes she started to walk past the old women, but she was stopped by a weathered hand.
"Alex. You have to let yourself trust others, or your life is going to be very lonely." the woman whispered before letting go of the girls arm and retreating back into the dining room.
Trust. Alex snorted in bitterness. She trusted Peter Pan to save her and the girls all those years ago, and he didn't. She trusted that Smee was a worthy friend, and that was a mistake. Lastly, she trusted herself to keep Meloney safe…If she couldn't trust herself, who could she trust?
Running a hand through her hair, she groaned in irritation and shuffled on back after Wendy. Jane had gone into the new nursery to check on her small boy, and Wendy had wondered off somewhere else. She could never stay still long. Meaning, the only ones left in the room were Alex and Tinkerbell, who was sitting on the table with her legs dangling over the edge.
"What'dya say Tink." the girl stated and plopped down in a chair nearby. The pixie only gave a small chime in response.
"Hey, uh…Wendy thinks we should bring him back. Ya know to Neverland…" she offered and gestured around with her hand. "I don't think it's a good idea, but then again, I'm not his fairy."
At this, Tink had turned her head to gaze upon the girl. She was giving the little fairy a say in it, and frankly Tinkerbell was as hesitant about it as the girl was. It would be dangerous. Like introducing a new rabbit species into a habitat thick with foxes. Yes, she could see why Alex wouldn't want to jump into it, but she could also see why Wendy would suggest that. She had even thought it over herself.
Alex opened her mouth to say something else, but the calling of her name stopped her. It wasn't panicky, just a calm little beckoning, the kind a child would give after he's had a nightmare.
"Alex?" Peters voice carried softly downstairs and into the dining room. Giving a last look at Tink, the girl stood and made her way upstairs.
"Yeah Peter?" she responded and opened the door to his room a bit more with her head stuck through. What she saw was the boy sitting on the bed with his back turned to her, and his head looking down at something in his hands. Quietly stepping into the dimly lit room, she padded across the carpeted floor and around the bed.
In the Pans hands was a book. Its cover was worn from use, and the open pages were bleached from years of reading. The small words that ran along the pages were faded, but as the boys hands turned the page, a picture of vibrant color came into view. Sitting down on the bed next to him, she gently took hold of one side of the book and pulled it so it was between them.
"Is this stuff about…me?" Peter asked turning his plain brown gaze toward the girl next to him. Narrowing her eyes at the picture, she made out a boy with fists on his hips cockily and a imp like grin on his face. Red hair stuck out every which way and even though it was just a drawing, the artist caught the gleam of his honey dew eyes. Taking the entire book in her hands, she kept one finger on the page then closed the book, reading the front cover. Peter and Wendy.
"Yeah…yeah this is all about you." Alex replied with a smile and flipped through the pages. "Have you read any of it?"
"No." he shook his head. "I just found it."
"You wanna read it?" the idea popped in her head and she worded it. Perhaps reading the book about Wendy and his adventure would bring back memories. After all, this was basically a big, important chunk of his life written on paper.
"Yeah." he gave another short answer before taking the book back and turning to the first page. As he crawled up the bed and rested against the head board, Alex stood and began to take her leave out the door. "Wait. Stay here and read it with me."
She stopped at the door and turned her head back to him with an almost confused expression. Yes indeed, this version of Peter sure was different. Nodding with a small sigh, she halfway closed the door again and climbed up onto the bed next to him.
"Alright. Lets see…All children, except one, grow up…" Alex started and Peter joined in during the last few words. The two read at an even pace, having to stop now and then so Alex could pronounce a word for the boy. He may have been extremely different, but he still wasn't the best reader in the world.
The night drew on and the reading continued. They had read about Peters first meeting with Wendy, the sewing of his shadow, and the sleighing of the 'Wendy bird'. The reading became more and more interrupted with yawns, but Peter refused to stop reading about his life story…or as much of it as Mr. Barrie wrote about it. Jane, Mrs. Darling, and Tink had long since fallen asleep by the time Alex drifted off next to Peter, leaving him to read on his own.
" 'What's the matter with you?' Peter cried suddenly afraid. 'It was poisoned Peter,' she told him softly, 'and now I'm going to be dead.' " he read aloud. At these words, Peter suddenly felt terrible for treating the little pixie so terribly over the past few days. She had drank poison for him? He was honored by Indians? An Indian princess…loved him?
Letting his eyes fall half lidded with sleepiness, the Pan closed the book and tossed it aside. This Neverland place was exhausting. Just reading about it ran him down, but the thought of him really coming from there and doing all these wonderful things…well, they did make him a bit nervous, but excited too. He wanted to remember these things on his own. He wanted to be able to go back with Alex and say he knew where that was and who that was.
Mentioning the girl, he tilted his head to one side glancing down at her. Her hand were clasped over her stomach and her head leaned to one side, her forehead touching his arm ever so slightly. Even from that tad bit of contact, a blush crept up his face. 'Stupid girl' he thought to himself, and in that moment a spark of memory flashed through his mind. De-je-vu washed over him in an instant then disappeared again. He had thought that before, 'stupid girl'. Clenching his teeth, her balled his hands into fists. He hated it when he got just a tad bit of memory, but it was all wiped away a second after. So annoying and so confusing.
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The early morning hours brought an orange light flowing through the curtains. The sound of cheerful birds chirping outside on the streets carried Alex away from her world of slumber. Prying her eyes open, she blinked slowly trying to rid her eyes of the dwelling sleep. Ah, it was nice to wake to a warm room, soft bed, and an arm thrown over her stomach. Wait…
Her eyes popped open and she stared down at the arm that was tossed lazily over her folded hands then her gaze followed the arm up to the persons face. While sleeping during the night, Peter must have 'adjusted' himself unknowingly…or so she hoped. Carefully lifting his arm off her, she froze as her eyes really studied his arm. Scars ran up and down his flesh that still held a bit of the Neverland tan. Looking down at her own scars on her legs, she once again felt a pang of helplessness. Before she could stop herself she was running her other hands fingers over his scars, lost in her own little world.
"Alex?" a drowsy voice spoke catching her off guard. Dropping his arm, she jumped up from the bed and almost tripped on her way. Standing awkwardly near the wall as he looked at her with a odd expression, she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat.
"Uh, hi there Peter. You awake? Good, good." she spoke at a fast pace with a nod and as smile. "Hey, I'm gonna go down and get somethin' ta eat, okay?" she finished just as quickly. Backing out of the room, she shut the door firmly and jogged down the stairs and into the welcome kitchen. What the hell was her problem? She doesn't need to be touching on Peters arm, let alone fall asleep with him hanging all over her!
Taking several deep calming breaths, she put her hands out in front of her and closed her eyes. Nothing happened, everything's cool, nothing to worry about. If that was true though, why was it bothering her so much? Maybe because the old Peter was never like this, and it was nice to be a bit touchy feely for a change. NO! No, no, no, that couldn't be it. She didn't like this Peter, she wanted the old one back…right? Smacking herself right on the face, she cursed out loud at letting herself become accustom to this Vincent personality. She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off of Peter and onto something else. She needed some more people, different places.
Giving herself a sly little grin, she nodded. To Neverland it is.
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'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…' Peter thought over and over in his mind as he flew unsteadily over the black waters of the ocean. After nearly three falls, a killer sea bird, and a jumping shark, the boy was a bit hesitant about remaining on their flight over the open sea. As much as he had begged to go another route, Alex had told him over and over that this was the way back to Neverland and he shouldn't be so uptight, it'll only make more bad stuff happen. In time the only reason he thought nothing else bad was going on was because Alex had stayed glued to his side after the shark incident. Partly because he nearly screamed at her to stay along side him.
In her hand, Alex was carrying Peter and Wendy in secure fingers to read to the boy when they returned home. Her hair and clothing were drenched from colliding with the water after pulling Peter back up into mid air a few times. If nothing else, she prayed that he remembered how to fly solo so that she wouldn't have to baby-sit him all the time. She did figure that if he didn't recall the effortless flying he once had, he would get used to it. After all, she did.
Ahead of the two, Tinkerbell flew in a direct path towards the second star to the right. Her spirits had risen quite a bit over the past few hours since Peter had apologized for treating her like he had been. Guess the book did have some affect. Her little glow was the only light besides the stars over head that illuminated their path across the body of water. They were hungry, tired, and as for Alex, covered in dried out salt. So it was a great relief to all when a burst of color flashed before them through the sky and the border between Neverland and the 'real world' made itself known.
**********Ah, another chapter. Thought I'd toss in a tad bit more romance like sense for Peter and Alex. Nothing that yells out 'I love you!!' but it does softly whisper, 'Hey, how you doin'?'. Hehe, well, thanks to all the people that have reviews on the last few chapters, I appreciate it. Ok, folks. Nothing else to see here, move along now and…REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Twenty One
"Captain Crook?"
"No."
"Captain Book?"
"No Peter, try again."
"Captain…Captain…" the puzzled youth rubbed his forehead in thought. On either side of him, Wendy and Jane were making small hook shapes with their hands, earning a glare from Alex in front of them.
"He's gotta do this on his own." she prompted and turned her eyes back to him. "Go on Peter."
"Captain…" he started then stood abruptly from the table sending the chair clattering to the floor. "Aw, this is stupid!" he exclaimed and leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed over his chest like a pouting child. Fluttering up in front of the angered youth, Tinkerbell tried to chime comforting words to the revised version of her love.
"Get away." Peter said plainly waving a hand in front of Tink making enough of a breeze to send her across the room. Alex almost flinched every time he dismissed her like that. Sure Wendy, Jane, and herself felt bad and depressed about all this, but poor Tinkerbell. The boy that she had been in charge of for countless years treated her like nothing more then a house fly.
It had been five days since the Pan had agreed to stay and try to extract his long lost memories from his fuzzy brain. He had gone through questions after questions from all the women in the house. Things about some people called 'The Lost Boys', and some girl named Tiger Lily. Recently they had been stuffing information about a Captain that he was suppose to know about, but so far no luck. It seemed to always be on the tip of his tongue, but it just never rolled out like it should.
These days in the strange house made Peter a bit more confident and talkative, but he still wasn't really…there. He didn't have the same zest for life that he held during his days in Neverland. His childhood innocents was gone and replaced with depressing and boring emotions that the real Peter Pan hardly ever had to experience.
"He just needs a break." Alex suddenly spoke up on the boys behalf. Brown eyes looked up to the girl with a bit of curiosity glazing them. This girl had pushed him probably the hardest of all. He guessed he could understand why she did what she did. The days of being around her constantly made him finally realize how much she actually cared for this Peter guy. Whether she wanted to show it or not, it was there as clear as daylight to him. By this time she had told him all about why she wasn't there when the infamous Wendy was in Neverland. Though she always managed to find a way to change the subject when he asked how she got there in the first place.
"Go on up to your room if you want, Peter. We can finish later." she finished and stood from her chair and walked into the kitchen without a glance at anyone else in the room. Peter, it seems, was not the only person who noticed the small change in determination.
Wendy pushed herself up silently as the boy retreated through the doorway and up the stairs to his room as Alex had offered. She found the ex pirate perched on the counter top, contently eating away at a cookies she discovered in the porcelain jar behind her. Bare feet swung off the floor and thumped into the doors of the cupboards now and then, almost giving her the appearance of a little girl. But the complicated, stern face that looked down at the food told otherwise.
"Alex." the old woman said catching the said girls attention. "Is everything alright?" she asked only getting rolled eyes from the sitting female.
"No, Wendy, everything's not alright. Nothings going to be 'alright' until Peter is Peter again." Alex responded in a calm voice, though in the back of her head she wanted to scream, 'What do you think?! Do things like alright to you old woman?!'.
"Dear, I've been thinking. Perhaps its not best for Peter to try to regain his memory here. After all, this wasn't his home. These wouldn't be familiar surroundings even if he did know who he was."
"Go on." Alex gestured with her hand, urging Mrs. Darling on with a mouth full of chocolate chip.
"I think you and Tinkerbell should bring him back to Neverland."
"Back to Neverland." Alex started and looked the woman square in the eye. "Back with all the confusing people, excitable Lost Boys, and the dangerous Hook? You mean just throw him into yet another odd situation with even more strange people then there is here?"
"Yes." Wendy answered with a nod, obviously missing the girls sarcasm.
"That's a great idea Wendy, why didn't I think of it before?" she retorted with the sarcasm still dripping from her words. Sighing with a mouth full of cookie, she rolled her head back and stared up at the ceiling. "I know you think it's a good idea, but Peter's so…helpless right now, and Hook will take advantage of that quicker then the tail flick of a mermaid. This is the Pan he's always wanted. Child like, defenseless, and, well, stupid."
"I understand what your saying dear, but you and the Lost Boys will be there to protect him and all. I'm sure the Indians will do what they can to help, as will the mermaids."
"Right. Like they helped all the other times when the situation was this dangerous." Alex mumbled and slipped off the counter. Brushing the crumbs off her clothes she started to walk past the old women, but she was stopped by a weathered hand.
"Alex. You have to let yourself trust others, or your life is going to be very lonely." the woman whispered before letting go of the girls arm and retreating back into the dining room.
Trust. Alex snorted in bitterness. She trusted Peter Pan to save her and the girls all those years ago, and he didn't. She trusted that Smee was a worthy friend, and that was a mistake. Lastly, she trusted herself to keep Meloney safe…If she couldn't trust herself, who could she trust?
Running a hand through her hair, she groaned in irritation and shuffled on back after Wendy. Jane had gone into the new nursery to check on her small boy, and Wendy had wondered off somewhere else. She could never stay still long. Meaning, the only ones left in the room were Alex and Tinkerbell, who was sitting on the table with her legs dangling over the edge.
"What'dya say Tink." the girl stated and plopped down in a chair nearby. The pixie only gave a small chime in response.
"Hey, uh…Wendy thinks we should bring him back. Ya know to Neverland…" she offered and gestured around with her hand. "I don't think it's a good idea, but then again, I'm not his fairy."
At this, Tink had turned her head to gaze upon the girl. She was giving the little fairy a say in it, and frankly Tinkerbell was as hesitant about it as the girl was. It would be dangerous. Like introducing a new rabbit species into a habitat thick with foxes. Yes, she could see why Alex wouldn't want to jump into it, but she could also see why Wendy would suggest that. She had even thought it over herself.
Alex opened her mouth to say something else, but the calling of her name stopped her. It wasn't panicky, just a calm little beckoning, the kind a child would give after he's had a nightmare.
"Alex?" Peters voice carried softly downstairs and into the dining room. Giving a last look at Tink, the girl stood and made her way upstairs.
"Yeah Peter?" she responded and opened the door to his room a bit more with her head stuck through. What she saw was the boy sitting on the bed with his back turned to her, and his head looking down at something in his hands. Quietly stepping into the dimly lit room, she padded across the carpeted floor and around the bed.
In the Pans hands was a book. Its cover was worn from use, and the open pages were bleached from years of reading. The small words that ran along the pages were faded, but as the boys hands turned the page, a picture of vibrant color came into view. Sitting down on the bed next to him, she gently took hold of one side of the book and pulled it so it was between them.
"Is this stuff about…me?" Peter asked turning his plain brown gaze toward the girl next to him. Narrowing her eyes at the picture, she made out a boy with fists on his hips cockily and a imp like grin on his face. Red hair stuck out every which way and even though it was just a drawing, the artist caught the gleam of his honey dew eyes. Taking the entire book in her hands, she kept one finger on the page then closed the book, reading the front cover. Peter and Wendy.
"Yeah…yeah this is all about you." Alex replied with a smile and flipped through the pages. "Have you read any of it?"
"No." he shook his head. "I just found it."
"You wanna read it?" the idea popped in her head and she worded it. Perhaps reading the book about Wendy and his adventure would bring back memories. After all, this was basically a big, important chunk of his life written on paper.
"Yeah." he gave another short answer before taking the book back and turning to the first page. As he crawled up the bed and rested against the head board, Alex stood and began to take her leave out the door. "Wait. Stay here and read it with me."
She stopped at the door and turned her head back to him with an almost confused expression. Yes indeed, this version of Peter sure was different. Nodding with a small sigh, she halfway closed the door again and climbed up onto the bed next to him.
"Alright. Lets see…All children, except one, grow up…" Alex started and Peter joined in during the last few words. The two read at an even pace, having to stop now and then so Alex could pronounce a word for the boy. He may have been extremely different, but he still wasn't the best reader in the world.
The night drew on and the reading continued. They had read about Peters first meeting with Wendy, the sewing of his shadow, and the sleighing of the 'Wendy bird'. The reading became more and more interrupted with yawns, but Peter refused to stop reading about his life story…or as much of it as Mr. Barrie wrote about it. Jane, Mrs. Darling, and Tink had long since fallen asleep by the time Alex drifted off next to Peter, leaving him to read on his own.
" 'What's the matter with you?' Peter cried suddenly afraid. 'It was poisoned Peter,' she told him softly, 'and now I'm going to be dead.' " he read aloud. At these words, Peter suddenly felt terrible for treating the little pixie so terribly over the past few days. She had drank poison for him? He was honored by Indians? An Indian princess…loved him?
Letting his eyes fall half lidded with sleepiness, the Pan closed the book and tossed it aside. This Neverland place was exhausting. Just reading about it ran him down, but the thought of him really coming from there and doing all these wonderful things…well, they did make him a bit nervous, but excited too. He wanted to remember these things on his own. He wanted to be able to go back with Alex and say he knew where that was and who that was.
Mentioning the girl, he tilted his head to one side glancing down at her. Her hand were clasped over her stomach and her head leaned to one side, her forehead touching his arm ever so slightly. Even from that tad bit of contact, a blush crept up his face. 'Stupid girl' he thought to himself, and in that moment a spark of memory flashed through his mind. De-je-vu washed over him in an instant then disappeared again. He had thought that before, 'stupid girl'. Clenching his teeth, her balled his hands into fists. He hated it when he got just a tad bit of memory, but it was all wiped away a second after. So annoying and so confusing.
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The early morning hours brought an orange light flowing through the curtains. The sound of cheerful birds chirping outside on the streets carried Alex away from her world of slumber. Prying her eyes open, she blinked slowly trying to rid her eyes of the dwelling sleep. Ah, it was nice to wake to a warm room, soft bed, and an arm thrown over her stomach. Wait…
Her eyes popped open and she stared down at the arm that was tossed lazily over her folded hands then her gaze followed the arm up to the persons face. While sleeping during the night, Peter must have 'adjusted' himself unknowingly…or so she hoped. Carefully lifting his arm off her, she froze as her eyes really studied his arm. Scars ran up and down his flesh that still held a bit of the Neverland tan. Looking down at her own scars on her legs, she once again felt a pang of helplessness. Before she could stop herself she was running her other hands fingers over his scars, lost in her own little world.
"Alex?" a drowsy voice spoke catching her off guard. Dropping his arm, she jumped up from the bed and almost tripped on her way. Standing awkwardly near the wall as he looked at her with a odd expression, she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat.
"Uh, hi there Peter. You awake? Good, good." she spoke at a fast pace with a nod and as smile. "Hey, I'm gonna go down and get somethin' ta eat, okay?" she finished just as quickly. Backing out of the room, she shut the door firmly and jogged down the stairs and into the welcome kitchen. What the hell was her problem? She doesn't need to be touching on Peters arm, let alone fall asleep with him hanging all over her!
Taking several deep calming breaths, she put her hands out in front of her and closed her eyes. Nothing happened, everything's cool, nothing to worry about. If that was true though, why was it bothering her so much? Maybe because the old Peter was never like this, and it was nice to be a bit touchy feely for a change. NO! No, no, no, that couldn't be it. She didn't like this Peter, she wanted the old one back…right? Smacking herself right on the face, she cursed out loud at letting herself become accustom to this Vincent personality. She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off of Peter and onto something else. She needed some more people, different places.
Giving herself a sly little grin, she nodded. To Neverland it is.
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'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…' Peter thought over and over in his mind as he flew unsteadily over the black waters of the ocean. After nearly three falls, a killer sea bird, and a jumping shark, the boy was a bit hesitant about remaining on their flight over the open sea. As much as he had begged to go another route, Alex had told him over and over that this was the way back to Neverland and he shouldn't be so uptight, it'll only make more bad stuff happen. In time the only reason he thought nothing else bad was going on was because Alex had stayed glued to his side after the shark incident. Partly because he nearly screamed at her to stay along side him.
In her hand, Alex was carrying Peter and Wendy in secure fingers to read to the boy when they returned home. Her hair and clothing were drenched from colliding with the water after pulling Peter back up into mid air a few times. If nothing else, she prayed that he remembered how to fly solo so that she wouldn't have to baby-sit him all the time. She did figure that if he didn't recall the effortless flying he once had, he would get used to it. After all, she did.
Ahead of the two, Tinkerbell flew in a direct path towards the second star to the right. Her spirits had risen quite a bit over the past few hours since Peter had apologized for treating her like he had been. Guess the book did have some affect. Her little glow was the only light besides the stars over head that illuminated their path across the body of water. They were hungry, tired, and as for Alex, covered in dried out salt. So it was a great relief to all when a burst of color flashed before them through the sky and the border between Neverland and the 'real world' made itself known.
**********Ah, another chapter. Thought I'd toss in a tad bit more romance like sense for Peter and Alex. Nothing that yells out 'I love you!!' but it does softly whisper, 'Hey, how you doin'?'. Hehe, well, thanks to all the people that have reviews on the last few chapters, I appreciate it. Ok, folks. Nothing else to see here, move along now and…REVIEW!!!!