"There! That's the border of the Winter Woods," Terence pointed and Peter angled himself downward, landing smoothly and setting Terence on the ground. He looked around and frowned.

"Is she supposed to meet us here? Or do we have to cross over?"

"You're not exactly dressed for the Winter Woods," Terence said in a bossy tone. But his face softened and he glanced up at Peter. " It's really cold and your clothes wouldn't keep you too warm. Besides, she is supposed to meet us. We have to be really careful though, with this special coat the Lord of Winter designed for her. If her wings get warm, they could melt and then you would have two flightless fairies to protect." Peter glanced down at him and bit his lip.

"You'll fly again, Terence, I'm sure of it." Terence quickly looked up at Peter but Peter had looked away. Terence sighed and pulled his winter coat closer. He buried his face in the material and was reminded of Tink. Tears filled his eyes as he thought about how scared she must be. He had only been in Hook's captivity for several hours but the pirate terrified him, with his talk of torture and torment. Terence shook himself, determined not to think about it and he caught sight of white hair coming around the corner.

"Periwinkle!" Peri stifled a sob and rushed into his arms, nearly knocking him over in surprise.

"Hey, hey, it's ok," he assured her, patting her back clumsily.

"Oh Terence, what if something happens to her? I just discovered I have a sister, I can't lose her!"

"You won't. We'll get her back, I swear it. Periwinkle, this is Peter Pan. He's a friend of Tink's and has come up with a great plan to rescue her. Peter, this is Tink's sister, Periwinkle."

"Pleased to meet you," she said shyly and Peter nodded.

"You too. Wow the resemblance is—"

"Uncanny," Terence finished, nodding in agreement. Peri smiled but her smile quickly faded.

"Are we going soon?"

"Right now, in fact. Flying or riding?" Terence hopped back into Peter's pocket and Peri chose not to say anything about his injured wing.

"I think she should ride beside you. Let's not put any extra strain on your wings, Periwinkle," Peter said, holding his pocket open. Exchanging a look with Terence, Periwinkle settled in his pocket and her elbow brushed up against Terence's. She tried not to look horrified when she saw the long gash in his wing but he had caught her look and he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt…much. Queen Clarion said she was sure I'd fly again. It's just a scratch." Peri knew he was lying but said nothing.

"Let's get going, Peter," Terence said quickly. Peter nodded, made sure they were both secure, and took off into the sky. Peri glanced at Terence and lowered her voice.

"This is Tink's doing?"

"She saved his life," he said quietly. "But now he can fly without the pixie dust. It should have worn off hours ago. I don't know what other changes there will be but so far, the changes in him have helped. He can understand us. And if he understands us, he sympathizes with us."

"Is that because he understands us? Or because of his feelings for Tink?" Terence winced and Peri squeezed his hand. Above them, Peter cleared his throat.

"Since I can now understand you and now that my hearing has gotten 50 times better, I'd advise that you don't talk about people whose pockets you're riding in." But he grinned down at them and winked. "We have to make a quick stop at the coastline. I'll need to tell the boys where they need to be."

"Let's make it quick as we can, Peter," Terence said softly, his eyes on the moon.

"I know, Terence. I know."

Tink let out another scream though no one could have known that the jingling was screaming, had it not been for the pained look on her tiny face. She blinked back tears and tried to move her wings but they were weighed down by the heavy rock that the pirate had slammed down onto them. The pirate's face came closer to her and he sneered.

"I fink it's in pain, Cap'n. Look at its face! Where's yer little hero, eh you blasted fairy? Where's yer precious Pan now?"

"Starkey, that's enough. I promised Pan no harm should come to her. Do not damage her wings."

"Aw it can still fly, Cap'n. I didn't cut them or nothing." Hook brought the hook down on the pirate's head and the pirate yelled in pain. Hook shook his head and gently lifted Tink from the table, setting her back into the lantern.

"My apologies, my dear. It really is hard to find decent help now a days." Tink glanced back at her wings and tried to flutter them, wincing at the pain. At least they hadn't cut hers. Oh Terence…she stifled a sob as she remembered the gash in his wing. She hoped Queen Clarion would find a way to heal it. She knew a cut wing would make it extremely difficult, if not impossible, to fly. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of her love. She knew he would never give away the fairy secrets, not even to save her life. And she didn't blame him. As King of Neverland, he had the duty to protect the island and most especially, Pixie Hollow. She hoped Terence would be able to talk to Peter and make him see reason. Peter had looked very angry when he heard Terence say he couldn't save her. Tink understood but clearly, Peter didn't. Tink leaned against the glass and closed her eyes but they shot open when she heard a tap tap near her head. She frowned and looked into the face of the pirate Captain, whose hook was lightly tapping the glass.

"My dear, I was hoping we could talk. I have a proposition I think you might be interested in." Tink stood and stared up at him. Hook smiled and continued.

"I shall set you free and leave you and your fairy friend be. In exchange for Peter Pan." Tink's eyes widened and Hook waved his hook.

"How well do you know the brat anyway? I assure you, I know him and he is a little devil. He cares for no one but himself and you have just made him more cocky by giving him the power of flight. Now I shan't even care for the treasure, if you give me Peter Pan." Tink frowned.

"I would never give you Peter, even if I could! He'd best you in a heartbeat and we both know it!" Hook frowned at the fairy's sassy little head tossing back and forth.

"Make no mistake, you vile insect, I'll destroy you all in the end. I'm merely offering you a way out for you and your friend. Leave Pan to me. Save yourself and save your fellow fairies." Tink crossed her arms and turned away from him. Hook recognized the behavior from the previous fairy and he became angry.

"Are you ready to die then? Very well but I can assure you, only after your friends die will I kill you. I have the perfect deaths in mind for both of them. Would you like to hear?" He picked up the lantern and dangled it from his hook, pacing his cabin so that Tink was rocked back and forth unsteadily.

"Your fairy friend will be easy enough. I want to see a fairy without wings so I plan to rip them from his body. If that doesn't kill him, I'll merely crush him with my boot. I'm sure that will end his life. Pan will be harder but that's alright because I do love a challenge. I'll string him up on my ship and beat him within an inch of his life. Only when I see his tears and hear him begging for death will I take my fine hook, the result of Pan's doing, and slice his puny throat with it. I think I'll let him drown in his own blood. What think you, my dear? Splendid, yes?" Tink felt sick to her stomach. She shook her head quickly and covered her face in her hands. Hook let out an evil laugh as he set the lantern on his desk.

"They'll both be coming for you very soon. And their little rescue mission will be their end. I must congratulate you, my dear. It will be your doing, after all. It will be your fault that they have died. I take my hat off to you," he swept his plumed hat off and bowed mockingly, leaving the cabin and the weeping fairy behind.