Angie sighed in contentment. This was the second time in a week that she had woken up in Peter Pan's strong, loving arms and she didn't mind one single bit.

Peter stirred and pressed a feathery light kiss to the top of Angie's head before releasing her. "Sleep well?" He asked her quietly as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

"Yeah." She whispered back as she raised her arms above her neck, stretching her muscles with a yawn. "Very."

"Good." Peter said with a grin, leaning back against the pillows on his bed. "Cuz your snoring kept me up all night."

Angie whirled on him. "I do not snore!" She cried in indignation.

"Pfft! Yeah. Ya do." He argued.

Angie pounced on him immediately and shoved his hands together over his head. "Nah uh!" She said with a sly grin.

"Yeah huh!" He answered back.

"Wanna bet?" She asked in a low, husky tone. Peter gulped and nodded uncertainly. "Alright." Angie said with a shrug. "Remember, this is for your own good."

Peter cocked his head to one side. "What- Whoa!" He cried as she wriggled her hips slightly against him. "Oh, man." He groaned, sucking in a harsh breath. Angie giggled and moved again. "Okay, okay!" Peter yelled, struggling to escape the girl. "You win! I give! Just get off of me!"

Angie did as she was told and flounced out of the room happily. Peter leaned back into his pillows with a shaky sigh, already missing the warmth of the girl's warm body. "By the way!" Said girl cried, sticking her head back into the room. "You may want to do something about your little 'problem'."

"Get out!" Peter cried, flinging a pillow at her face. The girl's happy laughter stayed with him long after she had gone.

Angie and her friends sat in a tight circle, flipping through page after page of her Book of Shadows. They had insisted that they all look through the book one more time, in hopes that she had missed something. She hadn't. "I'm telling you, Cryssi. I've been through this book at least fourteen times. There's nothing in there that'll help!"

"So? There must be something. What about the spell that brought us here in the first place?" Crystal huffed impatiently. "I just know there's some way to get home!"

The red head groaned and flopped over backwards in the grass. "We've been over this, you moron! That spell was messed up. It didn't work the way it was supposed to so it doesn't matter if we remember it or not. And besides, even if it did work, we don't have any of the supplies we'd need for it."

Breeze spoke up at this. "Well, what if we modify one of these spells that are already in here? I'm sure we can come up with something that'll work."

Angie shot straight back up. "No." She said, eyes narrowed.

"But if we could just-"

"No." She repeated. "You do not want to mess with these spells."

"But-"

"I said NO, damn it!" She shouted, climbing to her feet and snatching up the book. "You don't mess around with magic. If you hadn't wanted to play with it in the first place, we wouldn't be in this situation. So no. We are not messing with these spells."

Breeze gave an exasperated sigh as Angel spun on her heel and stormed off into the surrounding forest.

Angie sat on the shores of Mermaid Lagoon, listening to their incessant chatter and trying to sooth her battered nerves. Three months. That's how long she'd been in Neverland. Her friends wanted to go home. Her brother and sister missed their father. And she was absolutely clueless as to what she wanted.

A blond mermaid swam close and called out to. "Hmm? What is it, Pearl?" She called back.

"Coral said she heard from a dolphin who heard from a sea lion who heard from a sparrow who overheard a couple of faeries talking that the faeries may have a way to send you all back." She answered.

Angie nodded. "And?"

"And what?"

"And why are you telling me this?" She asked, impatiently.

"Oh! That. Well, I'll just let Coral tell you that. Cor? Why don't you tell her?"

The ebony-haired mermaid sighed and swam up to her friends side. "Alright. You see, Angel, as much as we like you we don't like the fact that you've taken over Peter's attention. He never comes by any more and we want him back."

"So why don't you just drown me and be done with it?" Angie asked sarcastically.

"Why, because Peter would absolutely kill us if we did."

"Really?" Angie cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes!" Shouted a nameless red-haired mermaid. "He thinks very highly of you. Though I don't see why."

A brunette mermaid spoke up next. "Perhaps it's her legs. You notice she and those other girls Peter brought here all have legs. Maybe that's why."

"No, that can't be it." The redhead spoke again. "He'd be after Tigerlily if that was the reason."

"Oh, yeah…" The brunette spoke. "I forgot about her…"

With a sigh, Angie climbed to her feet and went in search of Tinkerbelle. Maybe the mermaids spoke the truth. She may as well check their primary source. What could it hurt?

"Well, Tink? Is it true?"

The tiny golden faerie slumped down in the human girls hand and nodded. Yes. She chimed unhappily. It's true. But we have a very good reason for-

"Save it, pixie-girl. Just tell me how to get home." Angel interrupted her rudely.

Tinkerbelle sighed and launched into an explanation of how she could get home.