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Chapter 5

"What is he doing here, Jane?" Wendy asked, seething. Jane winced, her Mother was at her most dangerous when she spoke without moving her mouth – as she was doing now.

"Mother please; he -" She started to explain but Wendy held up a hand and she stuttered to a halt.

"I do not want him in my house." She said quietly, her voice loaded with a threat that Jane felt all too keenly.

"But why? He's not doing any harm." Jane protested, going to take her Mother's hand but she wrenched it away.

"No. He has done enough!" She shouted and then closed her eyes, putting a hand to her forehead.

Jane looked at the floor, fighting back tears.

"If he leaves, Mother, then I leave with him." Jane said quietly, unable to keep her voice from wobbling as her Mother looked at her in shock.

"You – you would leave me again?" Wendy asked, searching her daughter's eyes for a sign that she was joking.

She found none.

Jane stood with her head raised despite her trembling lower lip, her gaze was steady regardless of the tears welling up in her wide eyes.

"I would do anything to be with him, Mother, if that means leaving then I will do it." Jane whispered, realizing as she spoke that her words were absolutely true – she would do anything to avoid the pain of losing Peter, it was as if her body and mind flinched away from the very idea.

For a moment everything was silent and then the door opened and Johnny stumbled into the corridor.

"You can't let her leave Mama you can't!" He shouted, red patches on his chubby cheeks.

Peter emerged cautiously and Wendy turned away.

"Don't do this, Jane, not for me." He said earnestly and Jane rubbed a hand across her head, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Peter -" She started to explain that she couldn't do otherwise but couldn't get the words out so merely covered her mouth with a shaking hand and closed her eyes.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and opened her eyes to find Peter looking down at her.

"Jane." He said gently and she tried to smile, it was a pathetic attempt but the effort it took was huge.

Wendy cleared her throat and they turned to look at her, Jane sniffing. Wendy picked Johnny up despite his protests and started down the stairs. When she was at the bottom she turned and looked up at Jane and Peter who were standing close together.

"Breakfast is in an hour." She said sharply and then turned on her heel and marched into the kitchen.

Jane looked at Peter in shock and he grinned hugely, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

"I knew she'd come round." He boasted, tilting his chin arrogantly. It was so like the old Peter that Jane could have cried all over again at the familiar annoyance and exasperation she felt.

"Of course you did." She said, smiling and he took her hand.

"If I only had Tink with me I think I could fly!" He said happily.

"Where is Tinkerbell?" Jane asked, the thought having only just occurred to her. Peter sighed and she wished she hadn't asked as he dropped her hand and crossed his arms.

"She was one of the first to be corrupted. All the fairies were very susceptible." He said, his forehead creasing.

"Well...why?" Jane asked curiously, she could not imagine Tink ever leaving Peter.

"There isn't enough room for good and bad in a fairy, right?" Peter explained, suddenly feeling very tired. Jane nodded her head so he continued.

"Well whatever this thing is it's bringing out the worst in everyone, so obviously the fairies are all bad all the time. It's awful." He finished and Jane raised her eyebrows.

"I see. Hadn't thought of that."

"Yep. So they formed a kind of rebel band, I suppose you'd call it, and gradually there were no good fairies left and they teamed together to put their magic to bad use. You wouldn't recognize Tinkerbell now...I don't."

He looked so sad. Jane felt that familiar wrench to her heart she always felt when he was upset; it made it hard to breathe.

"I would have left, Peter. We still can. I could try and help." She said sincerely and he turned away, shaking his head vehemently.

"You think I'd bring you back there now, when it's so dangerous? And ask you to leave your home? Your family? That's mad...don't tempt me." He said and Jane lowered her eyes, feeling somewhat rebuffed. As if called by her feeling of rejection Peter turned his head and lifted her chin gently.

"Jane? I didn't mean..."

"It's fine." She said, waving the tense moment away but he didn't release her.

"You know I'd have you all for myself if I could." He said, smiling slightly and she batted his hand away playfully.

"I know."

Peter sat down and stretched, resting his hands behind his head as he always used to do when he sat on his 'throne' in Neverland, the subconscious gesture made Jane smile.

"What does Breakfast involve then?" He asked through a gigantic yawn.

"Awkward silences probably." She answered, groaning.

"No. Food-wise." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh! Well...I'm not sure...toast and marmalade usually." She answered with a shrug and he looked at her curiously.

"What's marmalade? It sounds like an animal."

"Um no it's not an animal." Jane answered, trying to think of how to describe it. "It's like jam but...oh wait you don't know what jam is either do you? Okay so it's a sauce – No! A spread. To go on toast. With orangey bits and lemony bits? Like an orange and lemon mush. A bit..sort of. Anyway it's nice." She finished confusedly and Peter made a skeptical face.

"Doesn't sound nice." He muttered and Jane pursed her lips.

"I forget you're not from here sometimes. Actually we need to get you different clothes, you could borrow some of Uncle John's I suppose – he's coming tomorrow."

"John? And why do I need different clothes? What's wrong with mine?" He asked, shaking his head like too many questions were buzzing around in there.

"Well because they're very...they...you'd stand out." Jane finished and he scowled.

"Only because everyone looks the same here." He complained, crossing his arms.

"Get used to it. You could never go out of the house in those clothes and you can't stay indoors all the time, therefore you need to change." Jane argued, pleased with her logic. Unfortunately Peter was never the most reasonable of boys.

"You can't change me into a man!" He shouted, storming into her room and slamming the door.

"Oh Peter." Jane groaned, burying her head in her hands."Peter come out." She said a little louder but silence was the only reply she got so she simply walked into the room.

He was sat on the window-ledge that she had sat on so many times to try and look for his star. Jane opened her mouth to explain but he jumped in before her.

"Sorry." He said and Jane stopped in her tracks.

"What?"

"I'm sorry." This was so unexpected and unlike him that Jane could not formulate a response for several minutes, and when she did it was not very eloquent.

"Oh. Well...that's alright."

Nevertheless Peter beamed,

"Good! So everything's okay again?" He asked rather sweetly and Jane nodded.

"Was that our first argument?" Peter asked, laughing and Jane rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm afraid not. That was when you wouldn't take me home, remember?" She asked pointedly and he did have the decency to look abashed.

"Oh, true. Although our second was when you were going to stab me so...I think we're even." He pointed out and Jane felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

"I would say so, yes." She agreed and they both laughed a little but not too much.

Wendy's voice broke the comfortable silence that followed.

"Breakfast."

She did not sound welcoming.

"Oh."

"Great."

Peter took Jane's shoulders as if preparing her for battle.

"It will be fine." He said, his voice unmistakably panicky.

"Who are you trying to reassure, me or you?" Jane teased and he mussed up her hair.

"Breakfast!" Wendy shouted and they both jumped.

"Ah."

"Fantastic."

"Okay, we can do this." Jane said, trying to stay calm, Peter just nodded and clasped her hand.

They walked as two condemned to the soundtrack of clattering pans and angry footsteps.

The kitchen door loomed in front of them and they both took a big breath.

"Just keep her away from the cutlery." Jane murmured out of the corner of her mouth and Peter laughed.

"Come on then." He said and pulled her with him into the kitchen, trying to ignore Wendy's furious glare directed at their linked hands.

And thus, breakfast began.