AN: Can I just say...

~*~THANK YOU SO MUCH~*~

I have been overwhelmed the last couple of days with the number of views and reviews! I was actually crying when reading some just because it warms my heart to know that there are people out there who appreciate my writing, so thank you for that! Unfortunately, my stupid computer isn't letting me respond to them, so I cant personally thank you. I have, however read every one of them and your suggestions are amazing! There seems to be a massive demand for a marvel cinematic release fic, and I have been toying around with an idea for one for the last year, but just never picked up the pen, so I am going to work on that. I also have another Pan fic in the making, but I need a name for my OC, so a little bit about her, is that she is strong and independent already, unlike how M had to learn to stand up for herself, but with that said, she is also very feminine and flirty! I'm looking for a full name with only 1 syllable, as she isn't the pet name kind of girl. Something along the lines of Jane, Robyn, etc..

I also want tell you that I write my chapters long in advanced to posting them, so I was thrilled to see so many requests for Tiger Lilly, as she will be making a small appearance later on, but you'll just need to keep reading to see her ;) Don't forget to review, as they do mean the world to me! xxx

- PanGirl99

I wasn't quite sure how to respond. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to lunge myself at the and attack. It was her fault that I had spent my entire time on the island looking over my shoulder. It was her fault I had agreed to help hook and betray Peter, and it was her fault I had ended up in that cage! Peter could hardly look at me because of her! I wanted to expressallf of this together, but the stringing together of words was beyond me at this stage. All I could manage was "why?" But even that was too much for me, I soon found out from tears pooling in my eyes.

I couldn't understand why someone would send me that letter, or how she knew me, or where she got her information from. But that didn't matter. This woman knew too much, and it was time to settle things between us. Tinkerbelle elegantly placed a hand on my shoulder and told me to sit "This will take some time to explain."

She made us tea and told me that she had been watching over me since I was a baby. "I was a fairy, and it's a fairy's job to look after those who need help most." She spoke about using magic for the greater good. "I would have kept watching over you, except, I lost my wings" When she said this, the room seemed to grow colder, as misery set in.

There was silence for a few moments, Tinkerbelle, too sad to speak, and I not wanting to be inconsiderate. Tinkerbelle finally broke the silence, turning the conversation in a different direction. "Having not been able to look after you in so long, I only wanted to get in touch with you when you came to the island. I didn't mean for it to be so… Sinister..." we both laughed at this. Looking at Tinkerbelle now, only proved that this message was anything but sinister.

After our giggles died down, I had to ask the burning question, "Why me?" Tinkerbelle looked a little taken aback by the question. "Why were you looking after me?" I knew that there were people in the world who needed to be taken care of, more than I did, so why was Tinkerbell looking after me?

An awkward silence washed over us, as we sat there, staring into space, saying nothing, for what seemed like eternity. "That part is not so easily explained." She finally whispered, as though she couldn't even speak those words.

"I knew you couldn't tell her." We both turned in tandem, to see we were no longer having a private conversation. Hook had entered the tree house, unbeknownst us, but Tinkerbelle had already drawn a dagger and had it aimed towards him.

"This is not your place, hook." Tinkerbelle was nearly shaking with fear, and Hook could clearly see through her, as he wasn't prepared to back down, in fact, he was so comfortable in the situation that he had found a seat for himself to relax in and take a sup of rum from his hip flask.

"You don't need to worry about me, love," he smirked. "Don't you think if I wanted to tell her, I would have done it already?" he assured her, but Tinkerbelle was not convinced. I didn't know what they were talking about, but I felt as though I deserved answers.

"What are you talking about?" The both looked at me, as though they had forgotten I had even been in the room. Tinkerbelle sighed. She knew she would have to confess something, but I already guessed I wouldn't be getting the whole truth.

"M," she forced a small smile. "I haven't been completely honest with you about who I am." Hook scoffed at this. There were tears beginning to fill up in her eyes. I could see this was hard for her, but I needed to know who she was. What did she know? Why couldn't she tell me?

Hook looked amused by the tense scene. He had known what he would be driving Tinkerbelle to, and I sympathised for her, but no amount of compassion could drag me away from the answers I had searched high and low on this Island for.

"I'm so sorry, M" she sobbed, and fled down the ladder. I called after her, but she wouldn't stop for me. I turned sharply to stare Hook in the face.

""Don't you see what you've done?" I yelled at him, but he looked as though he couldn't care less. He wiped the rum ruminants from the corners of his mouth with the back of his mouth before he spoke to me.

"We share the same secret, love. I'm just clearly better at handling the situation." How could they share the same secret? Nothing made sense to my anymore.

"If it's your secret too, then you can tell me." He laughed at the suggestion. It was a bit of a wild shot, but it was worth the try. If Tinkerbelle wouldn't tell me, what was stopping hook from giving me what I needed to know.

"And why would I tell you, after seeing the way it upset Tink like that?" he teased, knowing that my desperation could get him the things he wanted from Pan if he withheld the information long enough, but I had had enough of people taking advantage of me since I came to this island, and I wasn't going to let it happen again. Snatching the hip flask from his hand, I smashed it against the nearby bed frame, rum flying everywhere, and held the jagged end towards Hook.

"You'll tell me right now, because I so generously gave you!"

"You gave what?" I whipped around to find that Peter had found his way into the tree house. I was shaking now, terrified of the consequences.

"How did you find me?" I said, making a failed attempt at changing the subject.

"I knew she would come looking for you if I left you alone long enough. It seems I just missed her, however." He grasped my wrist and dragged me down the ladder. "I just can't leave you alone, can I?" he said to himself.

I tried everything to try and wriggle my way free of him, but it looked impossible. "Please!" I begged, "I need to know!" but I was dragged back to the camp and placed under constant supervision, still with my questions unanswered.