Tenshi: Well, fun. Chapter 10. Go me, with my mad l33t skillz. F34r m3! Ok, enough l33t, it hurts me head. Thanks to all my reviewers. All 3 of you. :) Yay for people who enjoy my disturbing work!

Disclaimer: Do I have to do one of these every time? I do? Drat... Well, people, I think you get the drill. I don't own the rights. There. Do I look like a British children's hospital? I didn't think so. And if you did, well, the nice people in white-coats are coming to give you some happy pills. You might even get a stylish jacket! And I don't own the rights to 'Sweet Child O' Mine'. Nope, and I really don't want to either. It would mean I had to meet Axle Rose.

Sweet Child O' Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

Peter sighed. "The good old days. How I miss them, it was so much simpler..."

"Yes, killing random pirates, trying to figure out the fairies, and having adventures." Lili lied down on the bed, putting her hands behind your head. "But we did fight."

"Once or twice... But everyone disagrees sometimes."

"You cut my hair off."

"It seemed like a good idea at the time..." Peter smiled sheepishly.

For once, the perfect weather of the Neverland had broken into rain. It varied, from that annoying mist to drenching, bone-chilling torrents of rain. It made Lili antsy, because it was far to cold to play in, as she had no extra clothing to change into. The fact Peter was in a foul mood did not help.

The fact that the rain was caused by Peter's mood didn't help cheer Peter up. Mentioning it was his fault they were stuck inside only made matter's worse.

"What is wrong?" asked Lili, finally at the end of her nerves, and sick of the weather.

"Wrong, nothing. It's perfect!" Peter snarled, turning away.

"This is nothing? It's rained solid for a week and a half!"

"Sometimes it rains. Doesn't make it my fault." he wasn't looking at her, and spoke quietly.

"That would be true anywhere but here. This is the Neverland. Everything is linked to you, so something is wrong."

"Wrong?" Peter turned and gripped her shoulders' tightly and whispered to her. "What's wrong is I know you will leave. Why can't anyone stay with me?"

"Peter, you're hurting me!" Lili looked wide-eyed up at him, but she couldn't recognize anything sane in those green eyes. He snarled and drew a dagger; she gasped feeling the cold metal against the side of her throat.

He whispered in her ear, "You're hurting me..." one hand was around the back of her head, tangled in her long hair. His right hand slid around, slicing the thick hair away at the nape of her neck.

Peter drew away, shaking slightly, the dagger dropped to the floor. In his left hand was clutched the majority of Lili's long golden blond hair. He looked from his hand, to Lili, and made a small sound in the back of his throat.

He was gone before Lili could make a move. She ran a hand through her newly cut hair and started to laugh.

One Lost Boy whispered to another, "Mother and Father are fighting again!"

Lili finally found the tragic boy sitting up in a tree, thoroughly soaked. "Peter...?"

"Go away." She began climbing the tree, and knelt in front of him.

"No. You didn't hurt me. It's only hair, it will grow back."

"I could have hurt you." Peter hugged his legs to his chest a little harder. "I could have killed you!"

"But you didn't. I don't want to leave, not yet." Lili pried his hands from around his legs, and worked open his clenched fist. Her hair lay in his now open palm, still mostly bound together by the blue ribbon. She untied the ribbon from the hair, and attached it to the shepherd's pipes at his waist. "I want that back. But you can keep it a while, I won't leave without it!"

Peter smiled, and looked into her eyes, tears mixing with the rain. "Really?"

"Yes." He laughed, and tackled her. They fell from the tree, but Peter caught her before they hit the ground.

"I'll hold you to that." he smirked. The rain slowed, and sunlight broke through for the first time in more than a week. Rainbows were caught in the air around them.

Peter held up his pipes, the old ribbon still woven through it. "Do you want this back?"

"No, you silly ass. You can keep it..." Lili closed her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I broke that promise. I left without it..." Peter bent over her.

"You're crying..." he brushed off some tears, "Don't cry, you tried to get back..."

"I shouldn't have..."

"No, but... I'm glad to have you."

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"I'm not sorry for anything." Peter smirked.

"Nothing?"

"Well... not killing Barbarrossa the first time he showed up..."

Lili shook her head. "You are nuts."

"Well, aren't you just a happy camper?" Galen grinned and tossed his sword. Barbarrossa glared and leaned against a tree.

"I hate this place. Why is it Peter is free to go as he pleases, but I am stuck here? Caged..."

"Imagine a lion in a cage, and a butterfly flutters in. Normally this wouldn't bother the lion, but caged, the free butterfly eventually drives the lion insane."

"Anyone who thinks Pan is a butterfly is insane."

"The analogy still holds."

"Only if there is a murderous butterfly out there..." Barbarrossa sighed. "And to make matters worse, every time I run across him, he ruins an outfit. Good tailor-made clothes are hard to get here."

"One can hardly expect someone who dresses in leaves to understand the difficulties of getting fancy threads to the Neverland."

"You'd think the girl would explain that to him."

Lili sat at the foot of the 'king's chair' polishing a sword.

"What are you doing?" Peter leaned against a wall, studying her with a strange look on his face.

She looked up, a rag hanging from her mouth, and the funniest expression on her face. Spitting out the rag, she replied. "What does it look like? I'm polishing a sword."

"Why?"

"I'm bored..."

Peter pulled away from the wall. Exasperated, he replied. "You have the entire Neverland at your disposal, yet you sit on the floor polishing a sword." He pulled the sword from her. "Grown ups..."

Snarling, Lili grabbed a sword (amazing the amount of weaponry lying around the underground house. At least two swords for the maximum amount of people the island could hold. And seeing it never held the maximum, as Peter had a little bad habit of killing things; that is a lot of swords.) And replied. "What is that supposed to mean, Peter Pan?"

"Adults always pick the most boring thing to do, even when there are six million more interesting things to do."

"Are you saying I did that?"

"You did. You could be out helping me, but you sit inside, safe and sound while Barbarrossa stalks around." Peter just stood there, arrow straight, and his expression dared her to deny it.

"Ok, so I did do that..."

He looked surprised. "You'd admit it?"

Lili sighed, "I'm not as grown up to think that if I do it, it is automatically right. Besides, I'm not stupid. I was wrong, you were right. I came here to help you. Polishing a sword doesn't get the job done."

"Is that all this is, a job?" Peter looked at her, hurt in his eyes, "Are you going to leave when I'm safe?"

Lili walked over and touched his face, "Peter, I don't want to go back. I want to stay forever, with you." Peter stepped into the circle of her arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I should never have gone home to begin with. I belong here."

"You told me before you didn't belong, that you would die."

"You changed that, boy. You always did, and you always will."

Tenshi: Can't write anymore! Well, for this chapter, the song ended, and I need new inspiration. That does not involve Axle Rose. :-P So I am rereading the novel (for the six billionth time. :-D) in hopes that J.M. Barrie rubs off. And if my dratted muse Loki drags in one more Guns N' Roses song I shall hurt him. There are other bands. Such as U2 and the Goo Goo Dolls.