NOTE: This chapter does include some romantic stuff between Alvin and Eleanor, so if you have a problem with that, skip this chapter at once! Thank you.

Jeanette laughed as Peter told her stories of his recent battles with Captain Hook. They were sitting outside of the hideout, in a nice area with comfy grass and exotic plants.

"Are you serious?" Jeanette said, giggling like mad. "You actually pulled his pants down? That's hilarious!"

Peter smiled at his audience and nodded.

"You know," Jeanette said. "I've never felt this comfortable around a guy before."

Simon, who was spying on them in the bushes, turned bright red with anger. Who did this guy think he was, stealing his girlfriend? It took a lot of willpower not to jump out and strangle Peter on the spot.

Suddenly, Jeanette had a quizzical look on her face. "Peter, if you don't mind me asking, where is Tinkerbell?"

Peter's proud smile turned to a small frown, and then to a bored look. "I banished her."

Jeanette gasped. "Why would you do that Peter?"

Peter shrugged. "She was not being fun anymore."

"Oh," Jeanette replied. She looked away and began cleaning her glasses with the cloth in her pocket, sighing.

Peter suddenly jumped up and smiled brightly at her. "Can I show you something?"

Jeanette stood up, brushed some dirt and leaves from her nightgown, and nodded.

Peter flew into the air, Jeanette in his arms. Simon, suspicious about where he was taking her, silently followed.

A few minutes later they had reached a huge, gorgeous tree. It seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. But wait, those weren't sparkles, they were . . .

Jeanette gasped. "Fairies!"

She watched them dance around with such grace and beauty, and she listened closely to the sweet songs they sang.

Peter looked at her, then looked away when she turned to him. Jeanette giggled.

Peter suddenly got up and bowed. Jeanette curtsied, playing along.

"Madam, may I have this dance?" Peter said in his charming voice. Jeanette blushed, and nodded bashfully.

Simon watched with envy as Peter twirled and danced with Jeanette. His eyes widened as he observed how great a dancer Jeanette was. Wasn't she supposed to be the clumsy comic-relief character in this cartoon? Oh, the writers were going to hear about this!

Simon sighed, hopeless. He looked down at the ground as a tear fell down his cheek. But something felt wrong. He looked up and gasped. There was Hook, standing there, looking down at him.

"Hello, boy," he said with an evil smile. Simon opened his mouth to scream, but his mouth was covered with another pirate's filthy hand and he was carried away.

Jeanette turned around. She thought she had heard something, but nothing was there. She looked to Peter.

"Is something out there?" she asked, timid.

Peter held her close. "Shh… it's alright. Nothing can hurt you as long as I'm here."

Jeanette smiled nervously, but she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. She pulled away from Peter and said, "Well, maybe we should check on the others." Peter sighed, disappointed, but nodded.

Meanwhile in the hideout…

Eleanor and Alvin were alone, lying around doing nothing. The deafening silence seemed to get more and more uncomfortable with every moment.

"This is so boring," Alvin moaned. Eleanor rolled her eyes, but she had to admit he was right.

"Well, why don't I tell you a story?" Eleanor suggested. Alvin groaned. Stories were for babies, everyone knew that, but he nodded anyways.

Eleanor smiled and began. "Once upon a time, there was a princess. She was great at sports and was an awesome cook. Then one day, she met this amazing, wonderful prince."

Alvin looked to Eleanor, but she was staring into space, blushing a little. "Anyways, the prince was handsome and brave and strong, and the princess liked him so much, but, alas, his heart was set on another."

Alvin began to get a bit uncomfortable. Was she talking about him? No, she couldn't be. She wasn't.

"Oh, and the prince was captain of the soccer team."

Darn.

"Then one day the girl that the prince loved was kidnapped, and the princess couldn't help but be a little bit happy that she was out of the way. And then on their journey to find the girl, the prince realized he liked the princess more than her."

Alvin, being the natural born flirt he was, whispered into her ear, "And they lived happily ever after."

Before she knew it, Alvin had leaned towards Eleanor and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped and her eyes widened, but she slowly relaxed and just went with it. She couldn't believe this was happening! She knew what she was doing was wrong, and that Alvin loved Brittany, but she thought she might enjoy this while it lasted.

Alvin pulled away and stared into Eleanor's eyes. Realizing what he had just done, he turned away from her, his face bright red. You idiot, he thought, she likes Theodore, not you! You stupid, stupid, stupid flirt!

Suddenly, Jeanette and Peter entered the room. Jeanette looked at Eleanor and Alvin, who were blushing, and asked, "Did anything happen when we were gone?"

"NO! NO! Of course not!" Eleanor said a bit too loudly.

Jeanette looked at her skeptically, and blinked a few times. "Um… okay. Have any of you seen Simon?"

Alvin shrugged. "He said he was going for a walk, and he hasn't been back ever since."

Jeanette gasped. "What if Hook or some Indian took him? What if… what if…" Tears rolled down her cheek, and she began to sob hysterically.

The gang (what was left of it, that is) hurried around her and started patting her back and trying to calm her down.

"Shh, it's okay, everything's okay," Eleanor cooed. Jeanette sniffled and wiped her tears away.

"We've gotta find him, we just got to," she said softly.

"Don't worry Jeanette, we will, don't worry," Eleanor said. But something deep inside of her began to question it, and she wondered what other miserable things were yet to follow.