((So right off the bat I want to thank the one person so far that has given me a review out of the…..fifteen that visited my story. Guess that is how every writer starts off and all. Thank you again though Koki-chan. –bows down to you for thanks- Anyway back to the story. Since she was the first to review and all I shall go with what she suggested so to the ones that wanted it the other way to bad! You should have reviewed. -) ))
The brightness of Neverland had continued to shine on for a while even when found out that Peter had went off for a bit on his own. As long as Hook didn't decide to make a move all the sudden and try searching for the tree house or doing some attacks on the mermaids or Indians to try and lure Peter everything would have been fine. That brightness though of the land started to fade ever so slightly with each passing day going on. Two days went by with Peter still out, no worries were brought up yet by the lost boys because that was typical Peter sometimes. Five days…a few nervous comments were made by a boy or two, still nothing big though. One week….search parties were starting to form for boys to look all over Neverland to see if he was hanging out somewhere or something was wrong, no sight of Peter though. Ten day….the Indians were starting to ask questions wondering where Peter was seeing as he didn't stop by for his annual peace visit and what not. The next day the mermaids were starting to ask questions too. No Hook yet at least.
Two weeks slowly eased by and now it seemed that almost everyone in Neverland, besides Hook and his crew, were out on the search for Peter as quietly as possible so that it stayed the way with Hook not finding out. Things were starting to just…..not look good all together. No one knew where Peter was and Neverland was just not Neverland unless Peter was there so things seemed to get a bit darker once again. It was not a very happy two weeks.
It was definitely not a happy week for one little pixie who quietly on a stump in front of the tree house. Tinkerbell's glow had faded as well as all the light had seemed to. Her wings hung behind her limp and unmoving. She was not like this at first though. No, no. Quite the opposite. She was fuming mad with her face going bright red and her lips glued together so as if not to go off shouting things she knew she might regret later if a chance. (Did I forget to mention these Peter Pan characters are based off Hook. Not the cartoon and not the new one. The good old Hook one with Robin Williams. So that means in this one Tink does not have blond hair and a little green dress and can only make bell noises. In this one she actually has brown hair and can talk.) The small pixie intimidated all the lost boys for the first few days as she looked like she was about to kill the next person that spoke the name Peter or the name Wendy. She hated him, hated him, and really hated him at first. As the days went on into weeks though the anger started to fade out and the worry started to come in. Peter was never gone this long and if he was going to be he would have told her at least.
So the sad little thing just sat there casting glances up in the sky every so often as she did for the past few days now waiting to him. Waiting to see Peter. A tear ran down her small face also sometimes with each glance showing nothing but a blank sky or small bird going over head. It was a depressing sight for every lost boy that went over to see how she was doing. Trust was they all felt like that but being boys they never showed it. Tinkerbell was a girl though so it was ok for her to cry as they all thought.
"Peter….where are you," Tink talked to herself when she was alone in the day. She would ask a lot of questions to her imaginary Peter in front of her thinking she might actually get an answer from him if she tried hard enough. But the image she saw in front of her just smiled back with each question the whole time and this mad her mad enough when its smile got to large that she got up on the stump and pretended to kick dirt at it if there was any. It still smiled at her so in a moment of frustration again her wings started to beat so hard that she was in the air in a second flying right thought the imaginary Peter Pan she and it went away right as she did. Not wanting to take a chance that it might show up again in her mind she went to her own little home. The large grandfather clock stood where it always did and she flew right into the opening going to her bed and sat down on it. Within a few moments she was balling out in tears wishing Peter were back because she didn't know how much she really missed him. She cried for a short while now and in that while she was glad no lost boys came by. That all ended in a sudden second though as the tears stopped and she has a straight face all the sudden. It was like something snapped in her and a new thought came to her.
'Why am I just sitting here crying,' was the simple thought as the straight face turned into a slightly determined one. And it was at that moment that Tinkerbell, the pixie, got an idea of how she was going to stop all her crying and have everything back to normal. She was going to go out and find him herself because it seemed like as the lost boys searched over Neverland inside and out it became clear that he might not even be in Neverland. Only one other place came to mind of where the great Peter Pan would be.
((So that chapter really stunk. It was not one of my best probably because I only got that one review and it hurt so much that nothing came to mind much of what to type. Review people! Give me ideas and suggestions you might have for me if you think it might be getting bad at one point. Great then if you do! I have another question now though. The idea that was decided to use was a new Peter thing. Would you all like the new Peter to be a boy or a girl? That is all.))
