Hello!!!!! Okay, so I apologize for not updating quickly this time...and the last couple/few times, but I've had exams and final papers...but now I'm on BREAK:D That means...yea, I'll be updating a LOT more!!!!! YAY!!!!!! Anyway, here we go...

Disclaimer: Same thing it's always been...I do not own Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, or any of the original story. I only own Rebecca and anyone/thing else you don't recognize.

Chapter Nine: Fight with Braith

Braith knocked me to the ground and straddled my stomach. She raised her right fist, the arm I wasn't holding, and thrust it toward my face, but I blocked the blow with my left arm. Braith came at me with her teeth and I tried to push her off…and I wasn't very successful. Her teeth caught my arm and she bit…hard.

"Ah!" I cried in pain, but she was pushed off to my right and Zafen landed on top of her, grabbing her wrists.

"Leave Rebecca alone!" he yelled.

"Get off me, you brat!" Braith yelled back, trying to sit up under him. While the two of them struggled, the other Lost Boys ran forward to join the tackle, never ones to miss out on a fight, and Peter stepped around the pile of flailing limbs. He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Welcome to Neverland," he said with a smile. I looked at the bite mark on my left forearm and saw deep red teeth marks, and smiled back with a little giggle. "Ten-shun!" he yelled, turning to the fight. In an instant, the group was on their feet and saluting their captain. All except for Braith. She took a harsh swing at Zafen and caught him in the hip. He yelped and fell to his knees, clutching at his hip.

"Braith!" Peter yelled.

"Oh, come on ya wimp, I didn't hit ya that hard," Braith said, giving Zafen a shove with her hand.

"Braith, stop it! On your feet at attention NOW!" Peter yelled. Braith quickly stood up and saluted him. Peter helped Zafen to his feet. "You all right, Zafe?"

"Yea, fine," Zafen grumbled, still rubbing his hip. Peter scowled at Braith.

"I believe you owe someone an apology?" Braith's eyes shot from Peter to Zafen and stopped on the floor.

"Sorry," she muttered through gritted teeth.

"Louder!" Peter demanded. Braith blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and stared angrily at Peter, who raised his eyebrows, awaiting a more audible apology.

"Sorry, Zafen," she said flatly. The whole time she kept her eyes on Peter, a mean expression on her face, which apparently didn't affect him at all, except that he stared her down, seeming to ask, "Who do you think you are?" Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then Peter broke the tensioned silence.

"Lost Boys dismissed!" he announced. The boys started to go their own ways when Peter added, "Braith, stay behind." She was already crawling up her tunnel, and she stopped abruptly, the look on her face becoming even meaner. She slowly turned, stepped upon the floor again, and stood still. Peter beckoned her over to him with his right index finger. She stiffly walked over to him, meeting his eyes with her own. "What's gotten into you, Braith?" he asked her. At first she kept her jaw clamped shut. "Braith?" Peter pushed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she finally said roughly and quickly. Peter lifted an eyebrow, knowing that she knew full well what he was talking about. But he was patient with her.

"Okay. I'm talking about your attitude. Why are you being a lot more…defensive than usual?"

"I have a right to be defensive, don't I?" she said, squeezing her lips together and thrusting her chin forward stubbornly.

"Defensive against what, Braith? No one is trying to offend you, and you're snapping at everyone. I want you to lay off and cut it out," Peter said firmly. Braith just kept her mouth closed, and blew some air through her nose in a rough fashion. "I mean it, Braith. Loose the tough attitude. Yes, we all know you're tough. You don't have to prove it to anyone. So stop it. Got that?" Braith was silent again, and then muttered, "Yes, captain."

"Dismissed," Peter said. She turned on her heel and was wriggling up her tunnel in a matter of seconds. "Don't know what's with her," Peter said. I wasn't sure whether he was talking to himself, to me, or to both. But then he looked at me and said, "She always has that tough attitude about her, but she's not normally this defensive and snappy." I had nothing to say, so he just shrugged and forgot the matter. "So," he said, turning to me, "want to see the island?" I felt a tickle in my nose and the next second I sneezed, having no idea where it came from. Then I yawned.

"Guzundheit," I said to myself.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Uh, German for 'bless you'."

"Bless you?"

"It's what you…we, back on the Mainland say to someone when they sneeze," I tried to explain. Peter looked confused.

"Why?" I opened my mouth, and then shut it, pausing to think.

"I…don't know…" Now I looked confused. Peter smiled.

"Well, uh, guzundheit, then. At least it doesn't sound as strange as bless you," he chuckled. I laughed.

"Sure, okay!"

"Well, come one, and I'll show ya around!" He took my hand and started to pull me.

"Wait. Peter, where am I going to sleep?" He stopped.

"I hadn't thought of that. Um…well, the Lost Boys all sleep in that bed," he said, pointing at the large bed in the room.

"Including Braith?"

"Hah! Yea, she'd never stand to be treated differently from the boys!"

"Well…I'm not really comfortable sleeping in the same bed with them, Peter."

"I don't blame you. They tend to kick and talk in their sleep. I have my own room, but I don't normally allow anyone else in there. Although Tinker Bell kind of comes in there anyway."

"Well, what are my options?"

"Uh…you could use some furs and make a bed for yourself on the floor," he suggested. Sleeping on the floor wasn't so appealing either, but it was better than squashing myself in with the Lost Boys. I shrugged a shoulder, and Peter seemed to catch my drift. "It'll only be for the first night or two," he assured me. He went in to his room and remerged with some furs and tossed them to me. I laid them on the floor and lay down to see if it was comfortable at all. It was soft and acceptable. I sat up and looked up at Peter.

"It'll do," I told him. He nodded and pulled me to my feet, but suddenly, everything around me went red and my knees buckled. I collapsed, my eyes closing as Peter caught me under my arms and held me up.

"Rebecca! What's the matter with you?"

"It's…nothing," I said, holding my forehead and shaking my head from side to side, trying to get rid of the sensation. "I just stood up too fast. Don't worry about it." I straightened and smiled at him to show him I was all right.

"Well, all right then, let's go!"

"Actually, Peter, I'm exhausted. Do ya mind if I get some sleep?" I really was beat, seeing as we had been flying all night. My eyelids were heavy, and I yawned as if to prove my point. Peter looked disappointed for a second, but quickly smiled again.

"Yea, sure, go ahead. I'm not gonna stick around, though, so you might be alone for a while."

"That's fine. Whatever. I just need some sleep really badly," I said softly, retreating to the skins on the floor again.

"Hey, Rebecca. Why don't you sleep on the bed for now? The Lost Boys won't be going to bed for a while, trust me," Peter said, chuckling. Without hesitation, I crawled under the covers on the bed, which was surprisingly soft, and barely had I said, "Okay, thanks Peter," when I was out.

And there you have it. Please no flames, but REVIEWS, as always, are MUCH appreciated!!!! THANK YOU:D