Angie stared off into the darkness with a depressed look on her face. She was all wrapped up in thoughts of Peter. He didn't speak, didn't eat, and as far as she knew he didn't sleep either. Two nights ago she had wandered downstairs… err… slide… and found him sitting in the dark. Just sitting there, not doing anything but staring off into space.

FLASHBACK

"Peter?" She called to the red-haired teen. "What are you doing down here?" She asked as his head jerked up and in her direction.

Peter stood and shook his head before turning towards an opening that would take him outside the tree house. "Peter wait!" Angie cried reaching out to catch hold of his arm. The boy froze and stared at her hand. "I'm sorry, Peter." She whispered. "Please, say something. Even if you tell me that you hate me, please, just say something to me."

Peter pulled his arm from her grip gently and she looked away, hiding the tears that broke free from her eyes. His head slid to her cheek and turned her face towards him. "You hurt me." He said in a tight voice. "I don't hate you, but you hurt me. And I'm just not ready to forgive you for it yet."

Angie nodded as he turned and left her alone in the tree house.

END FLASHBACK

Angie sighed and leaned back against the tree she was sitting in as she thought back to that night. "I'm so very sorry, Peter." She whispered into the night. "I never meant it. Not any of it."

What happened to you?

You played the victim for so long now in this game

What I thought was true

Is made of fiction and I'm following the same

A flash of golden light to her left made Angie turn in surprise, nearly causing her to fall out of the tree. Hovering beside her was the faerie she'd seen helplessly floating after Peter many, many times before. "Tinkerbelle?" She questioned.

But if I try to make sense of this mess I'm in

I'm not sure where I should begin

I'm fallin'

I'm fallin'

The little golden faerie chimed a question to the girl. Are you okay?

"Yeah, Tink. I'm fine." She answered. "I was just thinking."

What about?

"Peter."

Oh. Are you sad about what happened?

"Yeah. I never meant to hurt him."

Then why did you?

Now I'm in over my head

for something I said

Completely misread

I'm better off dead

Angie sighed and turned away from Tinkerbelle. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't think about it. I just…" Angie shook her head.

Do you love him? The faerie asked her.

Angie spun around and stared at her in shock. "L- Love?" She sputtered. "What do you mean?"

I mean just that. Love. Tink rolled her eyes. Do you love him? Yes or no?

Angie blinked a couple of times before turning to stare at the moon. "I don't know. I mean, I care about him a whole lot. But I dunno if it's love."

And now I can see

I think it could be

This hypocrisy is beginning to get to me

The faerie watched the worlder for a few moments as she stared at the moon. Finally, the pale golden light flickered away with a sigh.

It's none of my concern

What is luck to me I don't believe in fame

I guess you never heard

I bet the makers they don't even know your name

Peter?

"Huh? Oh. Hi, Tink."

Tinkerbelle drew close to her friend and settled on his knee. She didn't mean it you know.

The boy turned his brilliant green gaze on the tiny faerie. "Who didn't mean what?" He asked, afraid to hear the answer.

But if I had to say goodbye to leave this hell

I think my time has served me well

I'm fallin'

I'm fallin'

Angel. She didn't mean to hurt you.

Peter sighed and looked away, hiding the pain in his eyes at the mention of her name. "I know." He whispered quietly. "But the fact is that she did it. Whether it was intentional or not, she still hurt me."

Peter, she was just afraid. She misses her family and friends very badly. The little glowing person chimed sadly.

Now I'm in over my head

for something I said

Completely misread

I'm better off dead

"I know, Tink! I know." He shook his head buried his face in his hands. "I just don't know what to do. Part of me wants to forgive her and wants her to be happy, but the other part… I'm just so damn confused!"

Tinkerbelle sighed and flickered off to give this news to her fellow Neverland Natives.

This came all before

Those who suffer more

I'm too awake for this to be a nightmare

Angie groaned and climbed down from her secret place in the hollow of an old, giant oak tree. Only the faeries knew to find her here and, at the moment, she wished she'd kept the secret from them as well.

Tink had come and gone twice, talking to her about Peter and her feeling for him. Most likely, the pixie-girl was trying to convince her to stay. The lost boys had already warned her that she'd try it.

Tinkerbelle would do anything for the boy known as Peter Pan, though only heaven knew why.

What's with my disgrace

I lost the human race

No one left for this to blow up in your face

Peter cracked one eye and looked towards the frantically chiming faerie beside him. Please Peter! We can't find her anywhere!

The red headed teen rolled his eyes. "You faeries get along with her better than her worlder friends, I'm sure you'll figure out where she got to eventually."

Peter Pan! You get your behind out of this tree and find that girl before she does something stupid! The faerie scolded him angrily.

"Why?" He asked, oddly interested in the faerie's words. "What could she possibly do?"

The faerie's light burned a bright, angry red as she fumed in disgust. You idiot! We think she's headed for the cliffs!

Peter bolted upright and raced out of his tree and towards mermaid lagoon.

Who said it was so easy to put back all of these pieces

Who said it was so easy to put back all of these pieces

Angie sniffled as she stared down at the rocks below her. One step and it would all be over. Just one measly step, and she'd never worry about anything else ever again. Just one tiny little- "STOP!" The word echoed throughout the clearing and Angie froze, thinking she'd imagined the anguished cry.

Now I'm in over my head

for something I said

Completely misread

I'm better off dead

"Please, Angie, step back. Get away from the edge." Angie turned towards the sound to find Peter staring at her wide eyed. "Please, Ange. You don't want to do this."

"How would you know!" She yelled at him. "How would you know what I want? You don't know me!"

"You're wrong Angie! I do know you. And even if I didn't, I know that no one wants to die so bad that they'd go looking for it." He took a few steps towards her as he spoke.

Over my head

Better off dead

"Stop." She whispered, watching him tearfully. "Don't come any closer, Peter." The boy froze and took a step back. "I know you think you know me Peter. But you don't. If you did, you'd see why I'm doing this."

Peter felt tears well up in his eyes as she spoke. "Please, Angel. Don't jump. Don't leave me here."

"Why do care? I hurt you so why should you care if I live or die?"

Over my head

Better off dead

Peter fought for an answer. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. "Because- because I love you." He whispered. "Please don't leave me alone Angie. Not yet."

"I'm going to leave eventually anyway." She said, just as quietly.

"I know. But at least you'll be alive then." He struggled to speak around the lump rising in his throat. "I couldn't bear it if you died. Please, Ange. Please step away from the edge. Come over here. Come to me?"

Angie fought against the urge to run into his arms before giving in. Peter closed his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. Angie leaned against him and allowed a sob to rip past her lips. "I'm so sorry, Peter." She whispered against his chest.

"Shh… It's alright. I'm here now and I never plan to let you go again."

Angie just clung to him for dear life as the night wore on.

ALRIGHT!