Hi! So sorry that I haven't been updating, but have had to much to do and to little time to do it.

By the way, this chapter mentiones a little about Jacks past (a sentence or so) and steals a little from Peters if you go after the movie Hook.

I also may say something wrong (like, in my Neverland you grow until you around a teen, then stop, but then again, Hook the movie Hook, Peter arrives as a baby, but grows up to a teen to, so my Neverland is a little like Neverland in Hook) but that's just how my Neverland is, so I'm aloud to change smaller details, but nothing big is going to change though.

Well, well, on with the chapter!

Simply said; the view was amazing. I couldn't describe it correctly in words even if I tried, it was just to much weight for ordinary words to carry. I could live of this view, and I'm not even kidding, I really could.

The waves were delicate yet tough against the soft sand on the many beaches. Green spots decorated most of the island, more beautiful than any trees I had ever laid eyes on before. Small huts were I guessed some Indian Tribe lived dotted a small area on one of the bigger hills, while tiny Indians walked around their little village.

"Amazing, right?" Jack asked, lying down on his stomach next to her on the cotton candy colored cloud they had landed on. It felt soft beneath her fingers, and she was amazed by the fact that they actually were solid, even though she could see tiny parts of it dissolve when the small breeze that roamed the sky hit it.

"Amazing isn't a strong enough word," was my reply, one I truly meant. I could easily guess that my eyes were twice their regular size as I watched the beautiful island in the middle of the clear blue ocean. "I bet it's called Neverland because you'll never - no matter how hard you try - find a way to tell about it's beauty perfectly."

Jack chuckled lightly, but I saw a flicker of agreement go trough his eyes as he watched the view with me. "No, I don't think that's it."

I turned my head towards him, saying, "You don't?"

"I think it's more because of the fact that you can never grow up here, never age."

I stared at him in disbelief. That just wasn't possible; everybody had to grow up, even though I wish that wasn't a proven fact. "So, the first time you came here, you were fourteen?"

"That's were I'm a little confused," Jack confessed, cockiness all gone, "Tink brought me here when I was a baby, and -"

I knew it was rude to interupt, but I couldn't help myself. "A baby? But... What happened?"

Jack sighted sadly, probably because of the memories this brought back, but continued. "I'm not sure. She found me in a park. Apparently my stroller had somehow gotten away from my mother, because Tink says she was not there. Tink brought me here, and I grew up here, independent."

"But you just said you never grow here in Neverland," I reminded him.

"Yes, yes I did," he admitted, "but I think you just grow to being around a teenager, then stop."

"Why exactly a teen?" I asked, confused.

"I think it has something to do with your inner child. Many people - most - forget it as they grow, and lose it completely after your time as a teenager. When you become a teen, some think it's cool not to be childish. Their fun is just reckless stuff, and they forget what fun really is."

I have to say that he suddenly sounded really wise, something that was odd considering that he didn't even know that accusing me of being weak because I'm a girl was just plain stupid. But now he sounded more like his age, something that I didn't state, because I knew it would just offend him.

I think he has just forgotten how to be a fourteen year old boy, forgotten how you can have regular fun just like a small child, yet still be older. Age was just a number, after all. Age does nothing more to you than change your looks. It doesn't change your mind - time does. And if your forever fourteen, time still goes by. Even though your age is frozen, time and the stuff you learn isn't.

"How long have you been here?" I found myself asking.

"No idea. When time goes, memory fades."

And wisdom increases.

"Tinkerbelle? Tinkerbelle!"

Yep, I'm pretty sure Tink just abandoned me.

"Hello? Tink, this is not funny at all!"

She was supposed to show me to some great big tree that led to some kind of hidden layer, but she had just disappeared the minute Jack left. He wanted to visit some friends among the Indian Tribe, but figured I needed some rest after the flight - he said that I would feel it soon, because flying goes hard on the ones new to the art - and decided to take me to his and some friends home instead. I - not wanting to stop him from doing what he wanted to - had insisted on just getting some directions and follow them, but he sent Tink with me instead, telling me that it was quite easy to get lost without somebody who knew exactly where to go.

"TINKERBELLE!"

But here I was; lost.

Right after Jack had left me, she did too. I didn't even have time to follow her a meter before she smiled sneakily at me and flew off. I knew she for some reason didn't like me, but leaving me in a big forest I didn't know on my own - and to top it of, Jack had old me that there were some places in here that we're quite dangerous, but said that Tink would chose a path that avoided those places.

I guess he was wrong, because she didn't even have time to chose a path to follow before she abandoned me.

I called out her name repeatedly, fighting my way trough the thick veins and massive branches blocking my way. There was no path in sight, just bushes and trees messily spread across the hard ground littered with huge leaves colored in different shades of green. I pushed my way trough all the unfamiliar plants, but they just got thicker the further into the forest - or out, I'm not sure - I got.

"Tinkerbelle, please, stop this game of yours! It may be funny from your point of view, but it certainly isn't from mine!"

I wasn't even sure she could hear me, maybe she had taken off to some place far away? I didn't know, all I knew was that I was lost in a place where I could swear the trees tripled for each step I took. My red sweater war already thorn in many places, and wasn't really covering much of my one arm anymore.

Suddenly something moved in a nearby bush, and - as a reflex - my head snapped to the direction the movement had taken place. I watched as a hawk for more noises or anything else to reveal whatever was there. I carefully stepped closer, keeping an eye open for anything moving.

Something jumped at me from being, sending me forcefully to the unforgiving ground. I turned around and ducked, just in time to avoid the punch thrown my way. Another one followed the first, but again I managed to not bruise my now pale skin. I quickly regained the advantage of standing on my legs, but my attacker sadly shared my benefit.

He was taller than me, with a muscular build, but a clumsy way of moving. He had black hair and a leafy mask that covered everything but his eyes, which had a distant look to them, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. It looked like he thought he was much better that he actually was by the way he aimed at me, which made him look quite silly.

That didn't mean that he wasn't a treat, but he was ... less of one.

I stood in a fighting stance, but my left leg wasn't positioned completely right. It hurt a little after hitting a hidden stone when I was shoved. Even though I was with a smaller injury, I managed to make it look like I was fine. Nobody could tell, the difference in the fighting stance was barely noticeable.

The attacker aimed a good kick to my side, but I blocked it with my hand. While he was on the offensive, I stayed on the defensive, mostly because I would rather tire him out than collecting more injuries while attacking, and therefor lose the fight quicker.

Another sidekick was sent my way, aimed at my head. I ducked, barely avoiding it, and cut of a punch to my stomach. He then tried to connect his fist with my head again, but I grabbed it and used his own weight to flip him.

"Jerry, stop!" a approaching figure called after his called friend, but stopped when he got a clear view of him. "Oh, I guess you stopped him already."

I looked more closely at the new boy, and decided that he wasn't much of a treat. Mostly because he hadn't tried to hurt me yet, but also because of his thin yet tall frame and friendly face directed towards me. His reddish hair was short, but a few stray hairs hung in his eyes. He had freckles sprayed across his nose, and a wide smile.

"Why?" the black haired guy - whom I guess was Jerry whined.

"Because she isn't any threat."

"She?"

Now I was a little offended, because I was quite sure that I at least looked like a girl, even if I don't use dresses and loads of makeup glued to my face.

The friendly one sighted. "Jerry, take of the mask."

Jerry did so, and when he layer eyes on me again, his eyes widened in realization. He smiled sheepishly at me, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry, I was focusing on the leaves from the mask that got in my eyes."

"So, you didn't really even see who you were attacking? Why on earth would you start fighting when you can't even see who you're fighting?"

"Hey, I saw something red - your sweater - and Ty wears red!"

"I don't even know who that is, but I can promise that many more than that person you thought I was wear red!"

"Please," the other one interrupted, "can we just agree that Jerry isn't the brightest and move on to another subject?"

"Okay," Jerry said before I even had a chance to answer, oblivious to the fact that he had just agreed to him being stupid.

The redheaded boy turned to me with another welcoming smile, reaching out a thin hand for me to shake. "I'm Milton, and the one who jumped you - sorry about that - is my friend Jerry."

I shook his hand after a few moment, saying, "I'm Kim, and don't worry about that. I'm fine." No reason to bring up my probably sprained ankle and concern them, it would heal in time.

He smiled, clearly relieved. He then turned to Jerry, who came over and apologized to me again, but I just smiled to them both. They seemed nice, even though Jerry looked like he didn't quite catch everything that was going on.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Milton asked after a few introducing sentences. "Never seen you around before, and we know quite much everybody around here, at least everybody that dares to travel this forest alone."

"I just came here, and a little fairy was supposed to guide me. Sadly though, she doesn't really like me, and flew off, leaving me alone." I laughed a little, trying to make the boys still apologetic smiles a little wider.

"Ah, yes. Fairies are a little sneaky, and easily decide they don't like people. Especially ones that are the same gender as themselves, because they easy get jealous," Milton said as if taken right out of a book.

"I don't really know if it's jealousy, or if it's anything I did to piss her off," I confessed. "I guess the second though, because I'm not quite sure why she would be jealous of me. I mean, that little girl has wings! I should be the jealous one," I laughed.

"Yeah, they have moods wings those little fairies, you never get enough time to know what mood they're in before they change," Milton told me as we all sat down on a fallen tree. "Just remember to watch out when they get angry, because they can't always control themselves properly if they are truly angry."

"Yeah, and then they bite," Jerry said, showing me a tiny bite mark on his palm. "Got this one yesterday, on the beach."

"Yes, he was throwing rocks at a fairy," Milton said, rolling his eyes at his friend at the same time as I. "Who knew that they got angry because of that?" he added sarcastically.

"I didn't," Jerry said.

I cracked another smile at that, not being able to hold back a laugh at Jerry's stupidity.

Well, these were going to be some interesting friends.

okay, that's it for this time! I promise that next chapter will be longer and come much sooner. Maybe next week if I have time (maybe sooner).

Just want to thank everybody who reviews (ecpesially long ones) or writes PMs to me. It was a few PMs and some long reviews that made me finish the chapter, so keep it up please! They're what makes my day go brighter (and story go faster!)

Love, Riverflower!