a/n: Hello, m' loves! I just won a tennis tournament with a shoulder injury, so I thought I'd celebrate with you guys by uploading the next chapter! I kind of did this in a hurry, so it kind of sucks. I wish I could go through it and make some points seem more clear than others (especially the almost-kiss!) but I have a ton of homework and a yummy bagel that is calling my name! So enjoy what I have so far and I will be back in here later to edit some parts! Read on, fiction lovers, read on!

"Tell me a story," Peter said as we trudged through the forest. His steps were light and assured, unlike
mine.

"What do you want to hear about?" I asked, almost entirely too focused on the feel of his hand wrapped around my wrist to think.

"A woman."

I raised an eyebrow questioningly, though Peter wasn't looking at me. "A woman?" I echoed.

Peter simply nodded. "She was kind and beautiful and lovely. And she had a son."

"She's kind and beautiful and lovely," I repeated. "Does she have blonde hair?" I guessed. "Like her son?"

Peter shook his head. "She has red hair. It's a pretty red. But her son was blonde."

"And her son had his mothers blue eyes," I said, assuming where this was going.

A branch snapped a few yards away from us. Peter stopped and whirled toward the noise, scanning the line of trees for anything out of place. "Yes," he finally said as he continued walking. "Tell me why she let her son go."

"Peter..." was all I said.

"You can think of something."

I swallowed and thought. "She... Lost him."

"Lost him?"

"When he was a baby, she took her son to the park, because he loved it outside. She knew that even at a young age, her son was going to be adventurous."

"Go on," Peter urged when I stopped.

"But a storm came. A nasty storm that ripped everyone but the baby away, who lay anchored in his stroller. His mother went looking for him, but a fairy named Tinkerbell had already found him and taken him home with her."

I could now see the light that Pixie Hollow was making in the distance. I could hear enchanting music moving through the trees and over my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Stay close," Peter warned. "Anything can happen at Pixie Hollow."

I laughed anxiously. "You make it sound like this place is dangerous," I half-teased.

Peter stopped walking and looked at me. "If someone that isn't experienced in handling fairies gets invited to a fairy wedding, anything can happen. Don't drink their food, don't touch them for too long, and don't dance with them."

I sighed. "Aye, aye, captain."

He smiled a secret smile and tugged me along after him.

As the music swirled along with the dancing fairies (tinkerbell being the one in the middle wearing an elegant gown made of forest leaves) I began to lose all sense of any bitter feelings within me. I smiled slightly, content.

I looked beside me to see Peter peering into the hollow, a look of happiness and sorrow painted onto his eternal face. His feet were barely lifted off the ground. I wondered if he knew.

Peter caught my gaze and smiled. His eyes took on a luminous emerald sheen, the golden glow of pixie dust lighting his eyes. I leaned in closer to him as he leaned into me. My heart hammered in my chest and my ears rang with a sound like a whistle..

Peter grabbed me by the shoulders and knocked me to the ground. Before I could ask anything, a bullet hit the bark of the tree I was leaning on seconds ago.

Everything bursted into chaos. Gun shots were fired, cutlasses clanked together, and pixie dust was everywhere.

Peter was hovering over me, only for a moment. He grabbed my hand and helped me off of the ground within an instant.

A figure stepped out of the melee just then. He was tall and tanned, with blonde hair and copper eyes that showed in the dark in the forest. They were full of fury and hate. They spoke of revenge.

"Well, well," he said, his voice thickly accented with a Spanish twist. "Peter Pan. We meet again."

"We've met?" was all Peter said.

The man simply smiled, though I could tell it took some effort to remain looking so calm. "It was many years ago. Sometime after you cut off Hooks hand, you gave me this," he said as he pointed to his left cheek, where a burning scar stood out silver in the moonlight. It cut from his eyebrow down to his jaw, contorting his face slightly. I winced.

Peter grinned. "I remember you now," he said cheerily. "Captain Nerezza."

Captain Nerezza looked lethal as he surveyed Peter.

Peter's smile never faltered. "You were a pretty good fight for an old man."

"Peter!" Mundin called from a distance. "The fairies are acting up.."

As I looked around me and saw all of the fairies flitting around throwing balls of pixie dust at pirates, who began to scream on impact, I didn't notice Nerezza coming up behind me.

Peter grabbed a cutlass from a nearby pirate and smacked Nerezza's reaching hand hovering over my shoulder. "That's bad manners," he chided, an adventurous light shining in his eye.

As the two began to duel, I edged away, trying to hide from anything flying through the air or running on the ground. I saw the lost boys all grappling with other pirates.

"What do I do?" I shouted toward them.

"Dont get hit by pixie dust!" Mundin yelled.

"Don't get killed by pirates!" Gingsley said immediately after.

"Run!" Tiny screamed.

Right as Tiny screamed, Peter was thrown down next to me. "Get back to the cave. Wait for me there."

"I don't remember-"

"Go!" he ordered as soon as I began to argue.

And so I did. I bolted in what I assumed to be the right direction, careening past pirates and pixie dust and all over chaos. As soon as I was away from the melee, I slowed my pace down to a steady jog, only daring a glance back over my shoulder once. No one was following me. So far so-

The ground opened up beneath me and I plummeted down. It wasn't a long fall, a few seconds later and I landed on something sturdy that said "ouch" as I crashed into it.

As soon as I untangled my own limbs from my partner I turned and got a good look at the situation I was in.

I had fallen into a hole, dug deep and covered by a tarp so I never saw it coming. The hole was too deep to climb my way out of. "Peter is going to kill me," I muttered.

"I'm a little more worried about the guys that dug this hole in the first place," a second voice said.

I whirled and looked at the other captive. The shape and voice was distinctly male, but that was all I could tell in the almost non-existent light filtering into the hole. "Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"Um," I said, trying out the words in my head. "This might sound weird, but you're in Neverland." Good enough.

"Like in the bedtime story?"

"Yeah, like in the bedtime story."

The boy was silent a moment. Then, "You're crazy," he said.

I tried not to take that to heart. I sighed. "Yeah, maybe."

"So what's your name, crazy?"

"Grace."

"I'm James."

"Any idea why you're here, James?" I asked, trying to see if there was any chance of my getting out.

"Actually, this dude dressed like a pirate snatched me. He told me that I was-"

Before he could finish, silhouettes of men surrounded the hole that we were trapped in.

"My, my," the darkened shadow of the man Peter called Nerezza said, "Peter is going to be most displeased at having lost his Grace."

We were both heaved out of the hole. "Mr. Smee," Nerezza said, "take the boy. Do not give him the chance to run."

A pirate with shaggy grey hair and a stocking cap on walked up and grabbed the boy, who glared daggers at him in return. "I thought you worked for Hook," he said.

"Things change, my boy," was all Smee said in reply.

Nerezza grabbed me roughly by the arms. "Come along, my dear Grace."

James and I were hauled side by side through the forest. Now that we were in more sufficient light from the moon, I could tell that James had black hair that hung in loose curls. He looked about my age, maybe older, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. He looked at me just then and smiled a crooked smile. His eyes were very blue. "Got a plan?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Where is Hook?" I asked, trying to crane my neck to get a good look at Nerezza.

He turned my arms sharply so I couldn't look at his face. "He is busy."

"Doing what?" James asked.

"Important things," Nerezza said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Things you cannot know."

"Why not?" James asked.

"Because," Nerezza said, his voice deathly, "I say so."

"Who died and made you king?" I muttered.

"No one.. Yet. Keep yapping like you have been and I will cut your throat without thinking twice."

Odd as it may have seemed, I was starting to miss captain Hook.

a/n: Ooooooh baby, its about to get intense. Can ANYONE guess who's son James is? Hint: he's named after his father..c: and from the image I've drummed up of him inside of my head, James is a hottie! Not as yummy as my soon-to-be-gone bagel looks though! I'll see you guys next time! Be sure to read and review please! Those keep me going, no lie! Peace!