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Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the original story. I own Rebecca and the other people/things that you don't recognize.

Chapter Three: Meeting Peter Pan

The amazement that filled me cannot be explained. I actually became teary eyed. There standing in front of me with his dagger aimed at my throat was the boy I had dreamt about for so many years. So many nights spent sitting at my window, wishing and willing him to come and take me away to Neverland. So many days full of daydreams of the adventures I could have with him. And here he was, his eyes wide and startled, his mouth slightly open and tight, and his extended arm strong and ready to strike me!

I had not exactly pictured this as being our first meeting; that was for sure! I had not yet closed my mouth, and the tears began to fall. I shook. I just stood there shaking and gasping small breaths in a dreamy state, I suppose. Forgetting the kitchen knife, I just stared at him. Finally, my voice squeezed out.

"Peter Pan." It was all I could say. And I continued to stand there, stock still, watching him. My arms had dropped. Suddenly, I gasped when I finally comprehended the threat that his dagger posed, and my eyes landed on it in fear. I fell. I literally fell backwards, landing with my hands out in back of me while my blanket dropped to the floor. I grabbed it and tucked it into my lap. Peter's dagger followed me and he stepped toward me. I breathed sharply through my teeth and tried to crawl backward, away from the dagger, only to thud against my bookshelf. I was trapped! He continued toward me, still threatening me with the dagger. "Please don't hurt me," I blurted.

"You threatened me first," he replied.

"I'm sorry! I thought you were an intruder, my neighbor or someone like that!"

"I am not."

"Yes, I can see that. I don't want to fight you. Please! Don't hurt me," I begged, leaning into the bookshelf as much as I could as his dagger sat mere inches from my throat. I starred at it, noticing with shivers how its sharp edges flashed in the soft lamplight. I caught Peter's startled, sharp eyes and pleaded with my own eyes. Our eyes were locked for a tense moment and I hyperventilated. And then the dagger moved and I cried out, knocking my head against the bookshelf and moaning as pain exploded. Peter had only sheathed his dagger, and now he reached out and caught a large book that was falling upon my head. I still winced and shielded my face with my hands, ducking into a ball around my blanket. The book was tossed aside and a quick puff of air left his nose in a little laugh.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry, girl," he said. I peaked through my fingers and saw him down on one knee and offering me a hand up, laughing softly; I must have looked pathetically pitiful. I know it sounds silly, but my immediate thought was, 'OH! I AM GOING TO HOLD THE HAND OF PETER PAN!" And words cannot express the glee I felt as I reached up and accepted his hand. It was warm and made my own hand tingle inside. Whether that was from pixie dust or from exhilaration, I do not know, but it still felt amazing. "You just startled me is all," he explained as he pulled me to my feet. 'Should I take that as an apology, or did I deserve to be scared?' I wondered. At first we just stood facing each other in silence. He had a good couple of inches on me. I looked him over, head to toe. The green cap with the red feather, the auburn hair, the handsome face, the collared green tunic, the green...were they tights or leggings of some sort? The slipper-like shoes made of perhaps animal skin, and of course the belt and dagger. Peter Pan, flesh and blood, really was standing before me! My thoughts were interrupted with a most embarrassing question: "What are you staring at?" I blinked, shaking my head out of my trance-like state of mind.

"Oh...uh...sorry. I just..." I realized that my cheeks were still wet, and suddenly everything came flooding out. What a sight I was! I started to cry...actually, sob is more like it. I sank to my knees, covering my face partly in shame of the scene I was making, partly out of instinct. Gentle hands took my wrists and pulled my hands from my face and I found myself looking into Peter's red-brown, beautiful eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asked. I breathed heavily, trying to calm myself.

"It's just that I've been waiting for you my whole life, and now that you're here...You are really here!" I sounded so silly, but I was not really thinking about that at the moment. I tried to explain. "Peter, do you know how many nights I have searched for the Neverland star? And my mother has told me I need to..." I couldn't finish the sentence. He simply remained in his crouch position, holding my wrists and watching me curiously. I became overwhelmed with emotion and I sprang forward and hugged him. Yes, I hugged him tightly, so tightly. This caught him off guard, of course, and he fell back, saying, "Whoa!"

"Owe!" I screeched in reply. "Owe! My hair!" I reached to my ponytail as my hair was released, and Peter leaped into the air, shouting, "Stop it, Tink!" 'Ah, Tinker Bell,' I thought. She explained the delicate bells I had heard earlier. Peter landed in front of me and helped me up again. He held his cap around a bright light.

"Tinker Bell," I laughed, smiling. I was answered with angry chimes.

"Yep, this is Tinker Bell. I don't know what got into her," Peter said, peering into his hat. The fairy seemed to be yelling at him. "Tink, she only hugged me. What's the big deal?" More angry chimes. "Uhuh."

"Peter?" I asked timidly. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Might I have a look at her?" He did not answer, but held out his cap for me and I looked into it eagerly. And there she was. The little, beautiful pixie with golden hair tied into a loose bun and bangs hanging over her eyes. Such blue eyes. The short green dress shaped in upside-down triangles at the bottom, the long legs, and the adorable little green shoes with the white puffs on top. Oh! She was lovely! So much so that I gasped in delight. She responded with a death look and furious chimes. I couldn't help but think it all so cute, and I put my fingers to my lips in a small giggle…such a girly thing to do. "What did she say, Peter?"

"She says she will murder you if you hug me again," he said simply.

"Huh." I had expected her to comment on my looks.

"And she says you are a dumb ugly girl!" Peter laughed. There was my visual insult!

"Hah!" I laughed too, knowing full well that the joke was on me. I didn't care. I had been waiting for this to happen my whole life, and it was wonderfully grand! Tink flew out of the cap, leaving a shimmering trail of pixie dust behind her. I couldn't help but put my hand out to touch it. It sprinkled delicately upon my fingers, giving me a similar feeling, if not the same feeling, that holding Peter's hand gave me. "I would so love to fly," I whispered without thinking, just admiring the beautiful substance on my wiggling fingers. I knew I just had to get to Neverland, but Peter had not even invited me yet, and here I was talking about flying! What if he rejected me if I was too forward? But before he answered, something occurred to me. "Peter, why are you here? And how on Earth did you get in?" I asked, turning my head to the left to look at my window as he pointed to it. He had apparently cut the screen. "Ah," I said.

"I came to listen to your stories, of course," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean, I might have expected this for an answer, but I didn't really tell my own stories. I just read books aloud now and again, and typed my own stories without reading them to anyone.

"My stories? They're not mine, though. I only read them aloud from books."

"It's still fun to listen to them, and I know you write them, too. I see you on that...thing all the time," he said, pointing to my laptop. I giggled about his ignorance to technology and nodded. "And sometimes you read them from there. That was quite the performance, by the way, though not exactly as it happened." I looked at him questioningly, then remembered my portrayal of Peter's grand fight with Hook, and I blushed a deep pink. Funny how I had wanted him to be watching, but now that I knew he had seen me I was sheepish.

"You saw that, did ya?" I asked softly, looking at the ground and rubbing a toe into the rug in embarrassment. Peter must have seen my sheepishness, for he sat back in the air and laughed.

"Sure did! You put on a bit of a show, girl!"

"My name is Rebecca, not girl," I corrected him. "Rebecca Anne Cubells-"

"Rebecca's enough," Peter said, waving a hand. I giggled again. Peter Pan was exactly how I had read about him in my books and exactly how I had seen him in the movies. "So, get on with it, then!"

"Get on with what?" I asked, utterly bemused.

"Showing me what that thing is, of course." Peter pointed to my laptop again.

"Oh! Ha ha, I had no idea what you were talking about! Well, this is called a laptop and it does all sorts of things for you. It opens up like this," I folded the top down and up again to show him. "See, it has a cool green background with that leaf design. Green is my favorite color, you know, and it's because of you, and I do love blue too. Anyway, laptops and computers are really convenient tools. Heh, don't know how I'd live without them, really. I basically just write on my laptop and go online, but there are so many other things to use and I just haven't explored them yet. Online is really cool. It's this thing you use to communicate with friends electronically. When I say electronically, I mean-"

"Girls really do talk too much!" Peter cut in, shaking his head. I blushed again.

"Oh, sorry. Well, I guess I'll just show you my stories, then." And with that, I sat down to get back onto Microsoft Word and open up my stories about him. Peter stood by my side and watched with interest. "Here's the one I've been writing since last spring. I'm starting the eighth chapter," I said after opening a document called 'Peter Pan and Sarah.'

"Sarah. Huh," Peter said to himself as he sat on my bed. "Read some of it to me. A part with me in it," he commanded. I was more than willing to read some of it to him, no matter how rudely he asked...or rather, told me to.

"All righty, then! Um...let me see...do you want something between you and Hook? Or you and Sar-"

"Whatever. Just something with me. Get reading!" I rolled my eyes at his oh-so-nice manners, and searched my story.

"Okay, here we go. 'Sarah jumped off the cloud to avoid the oncoming cannonball. She meant to fly, but her happy thoughts were extinguished in fear of death from the explosion, and she fell through the air, whistling toward the sea and too frozen in shock to scream. Behind her, Peter dodged a second cannonball as he dove down to save her-'"

"This is where I come in!" Peter announced excitedly. I chuckled, nodded, and returned to reading.

"Yes, our hero comes in here. '-with Tinker Bell wishing that the cannonball had hit Sarah. The jealous fairy-'" Just then, I felt a tiny pinch on my ear and felt the burning heat of that same angry pixie.

"Tink, cut it out!" Peter scolded, pushing her away. In reply, Tink flew into his face and yelled at him. Peter just shook his head, trying to get her out of his face. He finally grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. "Keep reading, Rebecca."

"Okay…" I said, though I felt a little sorry for Tinker Bell. "Where was I...ah! 'The jealous fairy looked on as Peter swooped under Sarah, fast as light, and her body landed in his outstretched arms, one arm supporting her under the knees and the other holding her back. She yelped as he caught her, and she clung to his neck as he flung them both out of the way of yet another cannon ball. Peter told the girl to think happy thoughts, but alas she could not; she was terrified. Peter resolved to leave her on the cloud with Tink while he distracted Hook by flying down for a battle. Little did he see Tinker Bell smiling wickedly to herself, for she was developing a plan to rid Neverland of Sarah. Meanwhile, a wild sword fight was about to take place.'" I stopped reading and turned to face Peter. He was excited and motioned for me to continue.

"Why'd ya stop? Keep going!" he said anxiously.

"Um, sorry but, that's where I stopped writing last time I added to it. There's nothing more to read of that one."

"What? Well, write more and then read it to me. Go on!" I exhaled a small laugh.

"Peter, it's not that easy. To write well I need to get in what I call my writing mode and I need to time to edit and-"

"Ah! Just get out another story and read!" I laughed and shook my head.

"Peter, if you get me reading, I'll end up wanting to edit and I won't be able to stop myself, and I don't even know if you would even like my stories."

"I do like them! I love stories about me!" He smiled and began to bounce up and down on my bed. To think that Peter Pan was sitting, bouncing, on my own bed...I shook my thoughts away. I no longer wanted to read to him. I wanted to go to Neverland! But then I looked at the time. It was approaching 1:30 AM, and I knew that my mother and brother and sister would not be out much longer. As if to prove it, my phone rang again and I got a pain in my stomach. Peter looked at the ringing instrument sharply. "What's that?" Tinker Bell also flew over to inspect it with suspicious eyes.

"It's called a cell phone. It's used for communication," I explained quickly before picking up the phone. Peter was about to speak again, but I slapped my hand on his mouth, silencing him. I did not want my mother to hear a male voice in the background! Tink furiously wrestled with my hand. She couldn't stand me treating Peter like that! He just looked at me, confused.

"Hi, mom," I said, trying to hide my contempt and hoping Peter would get the hint to be quiet as I released his mouth (the pixie was biting me).

"Hi." It was a curt greeting. "I was checking to see if you were sleeping because I know that you would have put your phone on silent and I would've gotten the voice mail greeting." When I heard this, I mentally yelled at myself for bothering to pick up my phone. Now my mother was even angrier with me. I saw Peter open his mouth again and I vigorously shook my head and mouthed 'grown-up' while pointing to the phone. Bad idea. Peter's eyes widened and he jumped into the air exclaiming, "Grown-up!" Without thinking, I shushed him, which my mom clearly heard.

"Bec, who's there with you?" I panicked.

"Um, no one."

"I heard a male voice, Bec. Zach isn't there, is he?" Zach was my boyfriend.

"Mom, he doesn't have a break from college right now."

"That's what I thought. So, who's there with you?"

"I told you, no one!"

"Then why did you shush someone?"

"Um..." I thought desperately. "I was shushing the dog." Bad lie; she'd never buy it. I mentally yelled at myself again.

"I didn't hear any barking," she told me

"Shayna was about to bark, though."

"Becky, what is going on? I don't like it when you lie to me." She had said that to me before, and it had hurt then. I hated her for saying it again now; it left a sharper sting than it had the first time. I looked at Peter, pleading with my eyes for him to get me out of this, how I did not know. He was just looking at me strangely. He obviously had no idea what was going on. As my mother spoke again, I held out the phone so that he could hear the sound coming out of it. "Bec? Bec! Are you still there?" She yelled into the phone. She was getting scared; I could hear it in her voice. Before I could react, Peter grabbed the phone from my hand.

"How do you shut this thing off?" he asked me.

"Rebecca! Who is that boy!"

"Mom-" I said loudly, trying to take back the telephone. Peter held it out of my grasp and started to press buttons.

"BEC!"

"MOM!" I shouted back. Good grief, I was frightening her. I had to get that phone back! "Peter, please give me the phone!"

"PETER?! WHO IS PETER?!" she screamed.

"Peter Pan," Peter proudly announced, and finally pressed the button that shut off the phone. He evidently realized this, for he stopped pressing buttons. My first instinct was to keep trying to grab my phone back. But then I thought about what my mother was planning to do and I stopped. A saddened expression painted my face and I stared at the darn cellular telephone in confusion. 'Should I call her back and face growing up? Or should I let her worry...'

"I..." I trailed off in a sigh, sinking into my bed.

"Rebecca, what is it?" Peter knelt on the bed beside me. I saw my blanket, dropped to the floor in my haste to answer my phone. Before I could stop myself, I snatched up my blanket, urgently saying, "No, no, no…" and vigorously shaking my head from side to side. I held my blanket up to my face. "Rebecca?" I looked at Peter with tears in my eyes and said it.

"She's going to take away my blanket. And my books. She wants me to…says I need to…grow up."

"Grow up!" he exclaimed again and jumped off the bed and into the air.

"Yes, and I do not want to. Ever," I declared. "She's going to take away my books about you and my blanket, and I've had my blanket for as long as I can remember," I told him, holding out it for him to see. "She says it'll make me grow up, become an adult."

"And...no more stories?" he asked quietly. I shook my head no. He inhaled, about to respond, but the phone, still in his hand, rang again. He looked at it and opened it. I guessed he had figured out how to shut it.

"REBECCA!" my mother's voice screamed out of the device.

"She does not want to talk to you, grown-up lady," Peter said. With that, he tossed my phone out the window and it vanished into the darkness. I gasped, listening for its landing. He had thrown it far enough that it had not even landed on the roof! It was going to take me ages to find it! The boy floated back to me and took my hands.

"Peter-"

"Rebecca, come with me. To Neverland! You'll never grow up there!" He started to pull me to the window. "Come on!"

"But...wait!" He stopped and looked down at me. This was all I had ever wanted and yet I still hesitated.

"What about my friends?"

"You'll make new ones!"

"And...school? College?"

"You can't honestly tell me that you actually want to go to school," Peter scoffed.

"Well, my family..."

"Rebecca," he said, and I looked into his eyes as he floated gracefully to the ground and starred at me intently. I could feel adventurous energy flowing through him to me. It was an incredible feeling, making me want to burst into the air and crow as loud as I could. I waited, all ears, for what he had to say. "Come to Neverland and you will never have to worry about any of them again. Never ever. I'll give you the greatest adventures you'll ever have. More amazing than you can imagine." I starred at him in pure wonder, fully believing every word he said. "Come with me," Peter whispered.

I didn't say anything, but looked around my room. So many memories. I looked back at Peter, rising and floating so effortlessly in the air, gently pulling me to my window. I thought of Neverland, the adventures I had dreamt I would have. 'Peter Pan is taking me to Neverland. This is really happening,' my thoughts whispered. There it was...mischief. It smiled in my mouth. Peter recognized it instantly and smiled back with his whole being; he knew that mischievous smile meant yes. His eyes drew me in, almost making me fly by themselves.

"Let me get some things," I said softly, energetically. He nodded and I raced about, grabbing the clothes and notebooks and contact lenses and toothbrush and toothpaste, and of course, my blanket...everything I had long ago promised myself I would bring. I slipped these things into a smack backpack and ran back to Peter. I was ready.

"Teach me to fly," I said. He smiled down at me, an evilly adventurous expression playing on his face.

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