"Oh Irving, will you take me to the faerie glen?" Margaret asked hopefully.

"I could, but I think Peter wants to take you there himself." Irving paused before continuing, "He likes you very much."

"No," she sighed, "I don't think he likes me, I think he likes the idea of me being Wendy's granddaughter. He will always love Wendy, even when she is no longer alive, but I'm just a replacement. The closest he can get to having her back again." Margaret was surprised to find tears forming in her eyes, "Grandmother told me he forgot about her, as he does so many things. How wrong she was." Margaret kicked a stone in annoyance.

"I see, it must be difficult to live in your grandmothers shadow. But you do know he will always be your friend."

"I know, we do have fun together…I guess I kinda hoped…well…that we…"

"Peter gave his heart away a long time ago, and although he cares about you, it can never escalate to that." Irving stopped suddenly; he could've sworn he heard a twig crackle under someone's boot. "Miss, might I suggest we move on quickly?"

"Why?" Margaret questioned, startled by Irving's sudden change of mood.

"There is just so much to see, and so little time!" Irving faked a smile and looked around cautiously, he didn't want to frighten the poor girl.

"Irving you're not telling me something, what did you hear?" she demanded.

"Miss, might we take shelter in that tree over there? I can give you some faerie dust to get you up. I… fear we're being followed."

Margaret gasped, "Followed? Like…by a pirate?"

"One can never be too careful, now lets get you up in that tree." A few minutes later, with Irving's help, Margaret was safe at last. "Miss you stay here, I will retrieve Peter. Do not move!" and with that the little faerie flew off into the forest.

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Ronan looked up in annoyance, he had lost them! I knew I shouldn't have stopped to clean out my boot. I'm so STUPID! He thought to himself angrily. The faerie was smart; she was probably far away by now. Well, it couldn't hurt to have a look anyway. Ronan carefully stepped into the clearing; a beautiful meadow filled with daisies, and looked around slowly. There wasn't much one could do to hide in a meadow. His mother had loved daisies…the sudden thought came to him, and he shook it away. He had to focus on the mission. She would pick them every morning, and there was always a fresh vase of flowers when he came down to breakfast… No! He had to stop, but couldn't. Happy memories of his beloved family came rushing back to him. Distraught, and completely forgetting his purpose, he sat down in the meadow, and cried.

Margaret peered over the branch; she thought she heard someone crying. Upon further inspection, she found a boy sitting in the meadow, his body shaking heavily from his heaving sobs. Margaret knew Irving had told her to stay put. Plus, what if this boy was her stalker and this was just a ploy? Nevertheless, he could be hurt, and she had a sudden determination to help him. She could defend herself if necessary. She fingered the sword Peter had given her, and slowly started to climb down the tree. Her own safety far from her mind.

The first time Ronan saw Margaret, he thought she was an apparition, some angel from heaven coming to comfort him. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back in delicate curls. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a dust of freckles on her nose. But he knew she was real the moment she spoke.

"Boy," she said carefully, "Why are you crying?"

"I…. I…miss my family," he decided to tell her the truth, although it sounded childish. Margaret's eyes searched him for any sign that he could be lying. He was kind of…well…handsome! He too had brown hair, which fell into his face in the most adorable way. He had brown eyes, and a cute little scar on his chin. Margaret decided to sit next to him, and in doing so her hand accidentally brushed his, they both blushed.

"How old are you?" Margaret asked recovering first.

"Thirteen, my name's Ronan."

"I'm Margaret," she flashed her most brilliant smile, and Ronan almost melted, "Why can't you go back to your family? Do you not know the way home? I could always ask Peter too bring you."

An alarm bell went off in Ronan's head. She knew Peter? This must be the girl he had been searching for! Here she was sitting next to him!

"No, they died." He answered truthfully again.

"How horrible! No wonder you were crying so hard, I'm so sorry." Her eyes looked at him with an overwhelming amount of compassion, and Ronan immediately felt guilty. She was such a beautiful and kind girl; he hated knowing that he would eventually betray her. "Do you have any friends Ronan?" He was snapped out of his thoughts by her angelic voice.

"No," unless you counted the pirates, but in reality they all hated him.Even thoughJelly was the closest thing he still had to a father. "I came alone," Ronan knew he was blowing the conversation with his one-sentence answers.

"I could always be your friend," Margaret blushed again.

"I would really like that." He responded happily, not realizing he was staring at her. And to her surprise Margaret found herself staring back. They were so entranced by each other's presence that they failed to hear the numerous shouts of the lost boys. Margaret blinked as she heard her name being called.

"Oh, looks like Peter is coming, I-I should get back to my tree." she suddenly giggled at how weird that sounded.

"Right," Ronan looked down disappointed, "Well, can I meet you here tomorrow?"

"Of course!" she answered overeagerly, "I mean…yeah that would be cool." She tried to regain her composure. In reality, she felt as if she was about to burst with joy.

Ronan smiled, "Good so it's a…well…date." He cringed at the word, hoping he wasn't too forward.

"A date…" Margaret echoed happily. "Well, I'll see you then."

"Goodbye," Ronan said before he ran into the forest, just as Peter entered the clearing, drawing his dagger.

"Are you ok?" Peter asked concerned. Irving flittering nervously behind him. "I came as soon as I could, but I was visiting the Indians on the other side of the island. Who was following you?"

"I don't know he never showed himself. I have really never been better..." She answered dreamily.

"Well, I'm sure your anxious to see the plans then." Peter stated, glad that she was ok. Although deeply puzzled by her expression.

Margaret immediately remembered the pirates, "Yes, most definitely, but we should wait 'till we get back to the hideout."

"Most definitely," he said mocking her playfully.

Margaret rolled her eyes, tears of before suddenly forgotten as she placed his hand in his, as they flew off into the air, Irving following close behind.

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Killing puffed on his cigar impatiently, where could that stupid boy be? He slammed his fist into his desk; he would be severely punished if his delayed absence did not bring success. He started to pace restlessly; his whole plan depended on this damn girl. He hated not being in control.

"Uh, capt'n?" Jelly slowly entered the cabin, "Ronan is back."

"About time Jelly, bring him forth and close the door. IF I AM DISTURBED DURING THIS MEETING YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!"

"No, disturbances capt'n got it." Jelly hastily tried to leave the cabin, as Killing started to laugh.

"Jelly come back here!"

This was it, Jelly thought, my life is over.

"Capt'n?"

"I was only joking Jelly, you know how I can be overdramatic sometimes." Killing laughed again.

"Right capt'n."

'Do you not find my jokes funny?" Killing turned around suddenly.

"Oh, no they're very funny." Jelly forced himself to laugh.

"You lie again Jelly, why are you always lying to me? WHY?" he demanded. Jelly knew he was now entering very unstable ground.

"I dunno, sir, I-"

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CALLING ME SIR?"

"That you didn't want me too."

"Exactly. Jelly, Jelly, Jelly, you are such a sad man. THE NEXT TIME YOU TALK ME YOU BETTER TELL THE TRUTH.NOW WHAT ARE YOU WAITNG FOR? GO GET RONAN!"

"Yes, capt'n" Jelly scurried out the door, pushing Ronan to the side in his haste. "He wants to speak with you lad. Be careful, he's in a fowl mood."

Ronan sighed; he knew how to handle Killing.

A/N: I hope everyone liked it. I think it's funny how Killing is always torturing Jelly. I don't know why I chose that name, it just seemed to fit, and was the first name that came to mind. Thank you to all my new reviewers! Sorry about all the intro chapters. The action is coming I promise!