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Disclaimer: Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland and everything I mean EVERYTHING else in this fanfic I could be sued for is not mine. Got it? Good.

"Neverland?" Alice murmured, checking out her reflection in the lake. It amazed her how her hair had no knots and no leaves or dirt after sleeping nearly outside the night before. Michael and Tootles were sitting on either side of her, speaking of different things at the same time, both trying to explain more about this odd world she'd fallen into.

"Yes, Sister Alice. This is Neverland. Everything's magical and no one ever grows up. That's why we all came here- because we never want to, and never will grow up to be old and stupid," Michael never paused between words or took a breath between sentences as he spoke.

Alice dipped her feet into the lake, fairly disappointed. For a good while, seeing the fairies and flying little boys, she'd been convinced she was back in Wonderland. She'd been hoping to see Mad Hatter and March Hare and everyone else again. What were the odds, after all, that there were two magic otherworlds?

Honestly, about the same odds that there was one.

"Miss Alice… I have some clothes prepared for you," Alice glanced briefly at the Boys' 'Mother Wendy' then returned her gaze to the pool of water. It seemed every female who caught wind of her had a problem with her. She kept getting the vibe that she wasn't wanted.

"I thought you might want to get out of those dirty boys' clothes- I apologize if this doesn't fit correctly, I'm only used to making for the boys and myself," Wendy's tone was helpful, but at the same time flat as she handed over the leaf-and-flowers dress that was most obviously too small for both Alice and Wendy. Tch. At least Tiger Lily tried to be subtle about her problems.

"I think I'll stick with what I have on, Miss," Alice responded, standing and straightening out her rolled up pant-legs.

"Whatever you want," Wendy smiled transparently, then blinked, suddenly running off in the other direction. Hmm. Seemed the younger boys had found real knives to play with.

"Sister Alice, watch out!" Michael shouted.

Alice looked at him oddly, as she very well would have noticed if any threats were approaching…

And then a hand gripped her ankle. She twitched. She hated when water creatures were that silent. She glanced down, and the mermaid attempted to jerk her foot under water. So as not to hurt her ankle holding herself up, she went to plan B, hopping right off the ground and shoving her free foot in the mermaid's face as they went below water.

"What is it, already?" Peter groaned, hovering upside down near the pool and glaring at Michael at the same time. The boy had been yelling for him for a good two minutes now.

"Sister Alice was dragged under by the mermaids!" he was panicking.

Peter smirked and righted himself. Well, once he'd bravely saved her, this new girl would learn her place. He checked his belt for his dagger. His dagger…

His dagger was missing.

At that precise moment, Alice's head popped above water, gasping for breath. She hadn't quite expected those mermaids to all gang up on her at once. They had good grips and hard scales, that had taken a minute.

"Sister Alice!" Michael and Tootles hopped to the edge of the lake, expressions worried and amazed. They'd been certain this lady had been attacked. Alice could tell by their looks that they'd never be able to comprehend she herself had fought off the mermaids, so she finished coughing and smiled with a "she let me go."

The young boys seemed to trust this, and held out hands to help her out of the lake. She took Michael's with an apologetic look at Tootles, and put her other hand out on the solid ground to pull up. She had a dagger in that hand.

Peter would have known that dagger even if it was covered in blood rather than wiped clean by the lake water.

"Wha- when did you take that?" Before the boys could help her out of the water completely, he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up roughly. "It was in my belt! And besides that, what makes you think you can just disarm me and use my weapons like that? You shouldn't even be touching weapons when you don't need to- you're a girl."

"That hurts," she said, surprise clear in her voice. "You know, you're sorta choking a girl, Mr. 'Bad Form'."

"Shut up! I'm Father, I can do what I want," he said darkly, though he'd already dropped her the second the words 'Bad Form' had come out of her mouth.

"You're certainly not my father," she adjusted her damp shirt where the water had glued it to her body in an awkward position. "And furthermore, you can have this thing back if you want it." she tossed the dagger to him. "It must have fell on the ground when you were flying or something, cause I certainly didn't just jack it off your waist."

"You're ignoring me!" Peter barked in disbelief.

"What exactly did I ignore? I've responded all that was necessary to what you've said… oh wait, forgot to say sorry for picking up your dagger, but otherwise, I listened to everything you said. Seems like you're the one ignoring me."

"This is ridiculous! Why don't you just get your head on straight?" he growled.

"Why are you yelling?" she blinked, voice rising for the first time in the conversation. This was really, really ridiculous. She'd given the freaking dagger back. "I apologized already! Leave me alone!"

"You haven't apologized for anything."

"What, is this because I threatened you when we were fighting that pirate guy yesterday?" her brow furrowed. "Or was it because a girl upstaged you, so now everything has to be a competition?"

"No girl upstooges Peter Pan!" he flew so he was looking even farther down on her and accentuate his point, though he was sure what upstooge meant.

Alice was about to respond to that, but then the word "upstooge" processed in her mind. She thought about it, then she just shrugged and walked around him.

"Michael, Tootles, is there anything else you wanted to show me?"

"You're ignoring me again!" Peter practically roared.

"Yeah, this time I am," Alice smiled backwards but didn't look at him. "Because this fight is really trivial and going nowhere. Michael? Tootles?"

Michael and Tootles were standing frozen to the spot behind Peter, completely unmoving. There eyes darted between Peter and Alice, terrified. At this point, she noticed that every other boy in the area, plus Wendy and Tinker Bell, were all nearby, frozen and watching them in near identical states of fear and upset. Oh wow. Guess their paradise wasn't used to familial discord. Good thing she wasn't part of the family yet.

"Well I guess that's my cue to get lost," she gave half a smile and waved weakly at the young boys, hoping they'd relax a bit. "See ya."

Sister Alice walked right off in a random direction, ringing out her hair.

Wendy frowned. Jealousy was jealousy (though she certainly wasn't jealous), but people were also people. And wild animals didn't care for many people.

Weeeeell I'll tell you what. I love my readers, I love my writing, I love my reviews, I love my fantasies, and I love Christmas break. :) Hope y'all enjoy any or some of this chapter.