Hello again!!!! I felt bad about chapter 4 being so short, so I decided to update with chapter 5 quickly, which is a bit longer...Hope you enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the original story. I only own Rebecca and anyone/thing else you don't recognize.


Chapter Five: A Game

The cool night air whistled through my hair and Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, and I soared into the clouds. It got a lot colder up here, but I had grabbed a large sweatshirt, which I started to pull on. I let my bag hang from my foot as I snuggled into the sweatshirt, relishing the warmth. Slipping my bag back onto my shoulders, I looked down...down, down...and I realized that I had not yet really explored just what I could do in the air. Peter was not paying me any attention at the moment, and I slowed to a stop and looked around me. It was absolutely incredible!

Velvet night, mists of clouds, and STARS! Everywhere stars! It might sound cliché, but they did literally look like glittering diamonds against the black sky. Amazing! I twirled; I looked down again, and started to descend a little, as I felt shaky, being up so high. 'Happy thoughts, come on!' I thought. 'Flying!' I was so excited, but I could not help feeling some degree of nervousness. I continued to sink, which was honestly scaring me a bit. It was not like rock climbing, where I was safely on a rope should I fall. 'Oh my, perhaps I rushed into this flying thing too fast,' I wondered. 'Hold it, I can do this...can't I...?' Just as I began to panic, a firm hand gripped mine and I looked up shakily.

"And where do you think you're going?" Peter asked me, cocking up an eyebrow with a grin.

"Um...I was going down...and I think I still am, Peter!" I felt myself relying solely on his hand, and I gasped, hanging there. "Peter, don't let me go!" He laughed.

"Rebecca, relax! Just think of a wonderful thought!" I nodded vigorously and thought, but it wasn't working. "You're not relaxing," he told me.

"If I relax, I'll fall!" His carefree nature was making me all the more tense, and it frustrated me that he seemed to enjoy that!

"Ha ha ha, on the contrary! If you tense up, you'll fall! Now, relax and think of a wonderful thought." With that, he released my hand. I plummeted toward the city far below, screaming. "Relax! Happy thoughts!" I heard Peter call after me.

"PETER!" Looking up, I saw him sitting back in the sky, laughing hysterically. If I had been starting to panic before, I was past panicking now. I mean, how could I think straight when I was on the life or death line? Nevertheless, I tried. "Happy thoughts, HAPPY THOUGHTS!" I screamed. "NEVERLAND! FLYING! FAIRIES! MUST RELAX!" I looked down and saw the tip of a steeple in the distance. I knew it would not be in the distance for long, and I was headed straight for it! I looked up for help again, but Peter and Tinker Bell were no longer visible. Tinker Bell was probably laughing at me at the moment, actually. Determined to live, I shut my eyes and thought only of Neverland and everything to do with it. I thought and thought. I forced my body to loosen a bit. I spoke my thoughts aloud.

"All right, you don't need to try that hard!" a boy's voice said next to me. I opened my eyes and saw Peter. I looked down and saw the steeple point perhaps a mere ten feet beneath me, but the wind had stopped. I was floating again. And then I heard him laugh. He laughed so hard...

"Peter Pan..." I looked at him viscously. He caught my evil gaze and made a scornful 'I'm so scared' face. "Peter, I swear, if you put me through that again, I'll-"

"You'll what?" He sat cross-legged in the air, folding his arms, looking down at me. "You'll catch me?" I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out, so instead, I closed my mouth and just stared at him with as threatening a look as I could muster. He obnoxiously covered his mouth with his fingertips and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Oh no, Tink! She's going to catch me! And then who knows what she'll do!"

"Pan...I'm warning you..." I ascended toward him, my happy thought now consisting of catching him and tickling him or something. He faked a yelp and slowly floated further from me. That did it! I sped toward him, and he laughed and took off toward the moon. "Peter! I'm going to get you!" I yelled after him.

"Ha ha ha, good luck with that!" he mocked. I chased him. I tried so hard to catch him...but it was rather foolish of me to think that I could even somewhat catch up to him, never mind actually get him! He sped away with grace while I trailed behind, breathing hard and flailing my limbs as if they would help me go faster instead of creating drag. Tinker Bell actually dashed back at me, distracting me by zooming around my head and Peter gained even more space. He finally glanced back, and I was in the distance behind him. He shot back to me within a matter of seconds.

"Pe...ter..." I puffed out. "You've...got...an unfair...advantage."

"Unfair? What is so unfair about me being a better flyer than you are?"

"Hey!"

"What? It's true! I am Peter Pan, after all!" I swatted at him, and of course he flipped out of reach of my hand with such ease...I must admit, it got a tad bit frustrating. It was like trying to catch a little minnow with your hands. The tiny fish darts in and out of your fingers, always just barely slipping out as your hands clamp shut, and just when you're sure that you've captured it, you see it swimming about and circling your hands, mocking you. Well, that is a pretty accurate description of what it was like to try to catch Peter, as I soon found out. He laughed at me and said, "All right, fine. I'll give you some slack." Not knowing what to expect he meant by that, I just dashed after him. He streaked under me and poked me in the back. I gasped and went rigid; he had hit an especially sensitive ticklish spot in my mid-back. I could see where this was headed now. Waiting a few seconds so as to try to catch him off guard, I spun and snatched at him, but he was gone before I even finished turning around and he poked me in the ribs.

"Peter!" I cried in protest. He swept around me and stopped in front of me, where I again reached out to grab him. He ducked under my hands and tickled my stomach. "Hey!" I laughed, clutching my belly. He grabbed my sides and tickled me and all I could do was try in vain to catch his hands and laugh. "Seriously, stop!"

"Hmmm, saying 'seriously' and laughing at the same time. That's a new one!" he said. I tried to spin and wrap my arms around his waist. I'm sure I looked incredibly stupid as I hugged the air. Peter flew over me and down and grabbed my ankles, flipping me upside down, and he started to pull me through the air, laughing. Tink, burning in jealousy, attacked my face and without thinking, I swatted at her, which made me feel guilty, though I didn't actually hit her. I pulled myself up to my feet and grabbed at Peter's hands...only to discover I couldn't reach them. He kept yanking my ankles away just as I was about to grasp them. Next plan. I went back to hanging from my feet, then looked up above my head and saw Peter's feet in reach. Without a second thought, I snatched and caught them! This finally took Peter by surprise, and he kicked, but as I was a rock climber, I had developed a good grip, and was able to cling to his ankles even as he struggled.

"Gotcha, Pan!" I yelled triumphantly, with Tinker Bell still whizzing about my face.

"We'll see about that!" the boy retorted, and I suddenly felt myself yanked back as Peter dove forward with my ankles. And just like that, we were somersaulting through the sky, hanging on to each other's ankles, and laughing so gaily. Now I was only getting small flashes of Tinker Bell's light as I watched everything spin rapidly past me. I was getting dizzy, but I refused to let go first. I couldn't let Peter win this one! Then again, didn't he always win? I clenched my teeth and tightened my grip as much as I could. And then I got an idea. I was going to win this game! I watched Peter's feet closely, and then, quick as I could, I let go of one foot and tickled the one I was holding...only to be flung into the abyss.

I spun and rolled and twirled...every turning move there is, I did it all through the darkness. Peter and Tink were left far, far behind and below. I was all alone. That's when it happened. I had been light-headed from the lack of oxygen before, yes, but I was flung far higher than we had been, and now the low levels of oxygen really began to effect me. The obvious solution would be to simply descend a bit...problem is that a lack of oxygen also makes a person stupid. Hence, I wasn't able to think of descending at all. Heck, I didn't even notice those dangerously low oxygen levels decreasing as I went even higher. And all of a sudden, I fainted.

There you go...just to say it now, chapter 6 will be another short one, but I tend to update fast, so chapter 7 will be up soon after that!!! Reviews, please:D THANK YOU!!!!!