DISCLAIMER: Once again, the story of Peter Pan and the characters do not belong to me. Only Bryn.
Chapter 2: Of Love and Pixie Dust
Hours later, Peter and the boys accepted the fact that Bryn was a vampire with a bad temper, and bugging her when she did not feel like being bugged could be disastrous, if not fatal. They also accepted that she was completely independent and could take care of herself, therefore she needn't be babied nor overprotected and sheltered. That was a lot of information for Peter, whom was used to bossing everyone around on a daily basis and getting his own way all of the time. It was a comfort she'd never imagined, the power to have someone do everything for you without so much as a glance. Like with telepathy, or something similar.
"Ok Mouse, you're going to learn how to fly." Nibs announced as darkness was falling, pulling her away from the boys who had crowded around her begging to be told about her adventures as a vampire in London. "Come 'ere, Tink!" Peter shouted. Tinkerbell was a very happy pixie indeed, seeing as she was the only so-called woman in Peter's life once again, so she was more than happy to please him by allowing him to shake some of her pixie dust onto Bryn's head. "Go away, Peter." Bryn commanded, giving him a don't-you-dare-protest-or-else look. He wouldn't admit it, but right then Peter Pan respected Bryn Baker, even if he didn't like her attitude or the finality of her ways.
"Bryn." Nibs said her name. She was mildly excited by the use of her real name, for she quite liked hearing him say it, the way he made it sound like a wind chime. "To fly, you have to think happy thoughts, and they lift you up. If you have angry thoughts you won't be able to fly as good, and if they're sad thoughts you won't be able to fly at all. Try it." He prompted, crossing his arms over his stomach. She concentrated on her happiest memories, which were none too recent, her mind falling on the moment, hours ago, when she had awakened with Nibs holding her, wrapped in his arms. Instantly she felt her feet leave the ground, eyes closed, felt Nibs rise next to her, take her hand. "You did it. What did you think about that worked so well?" He asked with mild curiosity. "I can't tell you. It's too embarrassing. See? I'm mentally slapping myself for even thinking of it." She protested, smiling a bit wider in spite of herself. "Oh come on, I promise not to laugh. Please!" He begged, making a puppy dog face at her, pouting with his bottom lip stuck out and his eyes glistening with fake tears. "No, no, it will not work on me. You cannot make me tell. I won't tell. Not a soul." She backed away from him smirking her mocking smile while continually floating further away. A wicked smile flashed across his face, playing at the edge of his mouth and dancing in the corners. He lunged at Bryn, tickle attacking her in mid-air, wildly working his secret telling magic by tickling ribs, stomach, and sides. When she could take no more and was about to tumble to the ground Nibs caught her bridal style. "Going to tell me now, beautiful lady?" He switched to flattery. "You." She whispered, barely above the volume of a mouse. They stayed in the air, suspended in time for a while, looking into each other's eyes. They stared and stared and stared, perpetually moving closer until –
"Hey mate, what's goin' on?" Slightly popped out of nowhere grinning widely. Nibs sighed at him, flying away while still holding tightly to Bryn. He grumbled all the way back to the home under the ground. He thought no more of their near kiss, only set Bryn on the ground and pushed her through the entrance the boys had made for her. But he did not follow. He flew off again, sulking.
Bryn tumbled down the slide connecting the hideout and the outside world, landing on the floor with a thud after doing an inpromtu backflip. "How was flying?" The First Twin asked, laying on the floor propped up with his chin in his hands next to her. "Where did you come from?" She asked, surprised. "I've been here. You probably didn't notice me since I'm so small and quiet." He answered. "I'd rather not talk about flying. And oi, that's supposed to be my line. You're just as loud as the rest of the boys, kid." She added. "Aw, I wanted to hear what happened. Please?" The twin begged. Oh no, this little kid reminded her of Nibs. "I said I don't want to talk about it." She shouted, scrambling back up the chute. "What's wrong with her?" Peter emerged quietly from a different entrance with a funny look on his face. "I think it was something about flying –" The twin replied. "Girls…" Peter scoffed, shaking his head.