Peter Pan

A Young Boy No More

Disclaimer: If I had created Peter, then I had better not be drooling over the hot teenage guy in my grade… oh darn, guess Peter didn't spring from my mind to the pencil to paper to instant popularity. Shoot. Better go back to drooling!

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Chapter Seven-Pixy Dust, Happy Thoughts and Faith

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was my window crashing open.

"Tink! I said to be quiet!" Came a young boy's voice.

He paused and then continued, "Sure, she allowed me to stay last night, but we're HIDING, and you hide QUIETLY!"

"Then I suggest you keep your voice down." I said groggily.

Turning to look at the mysterious boy I noticed that there was a shiny, white light he was talking to. And the strangest thing was that it kept making twinkling sounds back at him, almost as if were speaking to him in its own language.

Suddenly sleep left me and I gasped.

The boy looked over at me in the moonlight. "Please don't scream!"

He flew over to me and placed his hand over my mouth. His hand was cold and somewhat dirty, but there was something about his touch…

"Hook is after us, if he finds out we're here, we're all going to be in big trouble."

"You're-you're…" I stuttered. "Peter."

Just saying his name made me shiver and it wasn't because I was cold either, nor was I afraid. It was something else.

The boy smiled at me. He had a handsome face, tanned, as if kissed by the sun. He had brown hair that was bleached golden; again I figured it was a gift from the heavens. And his eyes were a brilliant green. Glowing as bright as the stars out side.

"That'd be me." He said. "But I seem to be at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I haven't a clue as to what yours is."

I blushed. Thankfully Peter couldn't see it in the dark, or at least, I hope he couldn't. "My name is Jessica."

I placed my hand out in front of me, expecting him to shake my hand. But instead he told my hand in his and bowed, gently brushing his lips against the back of my hand.

His action sent a chill down my spine and caused butterflies in my stomach. His touch…

Suddenly I remembered that my father had done that to Miss Daisy the other day when he had taken us out to eat so that we could meet each other. I gagged and pulled my hand away.

"What's wrong?" He asked sounding kind of insulted by my action.

"I don't feel well."

Why is that always my excuse?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Tink and I could find another place to hide."

"No! Don't go." Again I blushed. "I mean, where else will you hide?"

I heard a twinkle by the window and Peter turned to it and replied, "I'm sorry, Tink." Then to me he said, "How rude of me. Let me introduce you to my fairy, Tinker Bell. Tink this is Jessica, Jessica this is Tink."

"A real fairy?" I asked excitedly. "It's my pleasure to meet you, Tink. I've always wanted to meet a fairy!"

I curtsied to her and I heard a faint tinkle that sounded a bit like laughter.

"I think she likes you." Peter said coming up behind me and whispering in my ear. "Normally she hates any girl who looks as pretty as you. But I think she's grateful for your hospitality."

"Wow," I said sickened by his compliment. What, did he too assume I needed a man to take care of me, too? "That's a pretty big word for someone who's never liked school."

Again Peter recoiled. "I-I…"

What was I doing? Peter was the only one who could take me to Never Land! I couldn't be mean to him! After all, he was only being nice.

"Listen," he said. "I need a place to stay until Hook leaves-"

"I thought Hook was dead."

"He is. But Tink resurrected his ghost and it's looking for his body. Only me and Tink know where it's at so he's coming after us."

I nodded. That's why he couldn't go to Tonya's house. He WAS in trouble and Hook, spirit or human, would know it's way to Tonya's house. Suddenly I felt disappointed. Peter didn't like me. Fate was simply messing with my head.

"Can you take me to Never Land with you when you go in the morning?" I asked.

"Why?" Peter was suddenly suspicious.

"Because, I have nothing left here. Besides, growing up is overrated."

Peter nodded his head in agreement. "Sure. You're welcome to come with us, right, Tink?"

Tink tinkled again. Apparently Tinker Bell agreed because there was no further argument.

I sat down on the window ledge and curled up. "You're welcome to sleep in my bed." I said to Peter.

"Aren't you going to sleep in your bed?"

"I'm not tired."

"Okay, if you're sure. But you'll need your energy for the trip to Never Land."

NEED! That damned word was said in my presence, again. Plus it was directed at me. Oh boy, look out Peter.

"I don't NEED ANY-" I stopped dead word. Coming down our street was the unmistakable sound of my dad's Ferrari. "Oh, shit."

"What?" Peter asked, surprised by my vulgar language.

"My dad and Miss Daisy are coming. We have to leave. NOW!"

"But you don't know how to fly."

"Give me a little fairy dust and watch me!" I challenged.

"Tink?" Peter asked.

But miraculously Tink was already sharing some of her Pixy Dust with me. Instantly I felt my feet leave the floor. I began to soar through the air.

"Come on, Peter. We have to leave."

He just stared.

How was he supposed to help me get away from here if he just stood there? I was beginning to get frustrated. Fine. He could stay here and I would simply fly over to Tonya's.

As I flew out my window I heard Peter say something, I paid no attention to what it was. The cool night air felt good on my face. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing a nightgown… I was wearing a large T-shirt and shorts. Everything looked so much prettier from up above.

I came to Tonya's window and knocked on it.

Tonya came to the window, eyes wide, "Jessica? Are you flying?"

I smiled. "Yeah. Tink shared her Pixy Dust with me."

Tonya's face hardened. "Are you talking about Tinker Bell?"

"The one and only." I replied.

"Miss Daisy was right. You are off your rocker."

"Oh really? I'm not the one seeing her best friend flying out side of her window, am I?" I quipped.

Tonya glared at me. "You do hate me."

"Of course not."

"This is just a dream and-"

"JESSICA!" Peter's voice came from behind me and cut off Tonya's rant. "JESSICA! HOOK'S SPIRIT HAS FOUND US! FLY!"

Instantly I grabbed Tonya's hand and pulled her into the air with me. She was heavier than I could remember. We were sinking fast through the air towards the hard cement sidewalk below.

"Peter!" I cried. "Help me!"

Peter looked over his shoulder and saw us falling through the sky. He started to fly towards us.

Tink reached us first. She covered Tonya with her dust. But for some reason we were still falling.

"Jessica! You have to think happy thoughts!" Peter shouted at me.

Right, happy thoughts… umm… happy thought? What the hell were they?

"Jess! We're falling!" Tonya thought. "Remember something happy! Like your third birthday or something!"

I looked down a Tonya and noticed that she NEEDED me to think happy thoughts. Suddenly the image of Peter kissing the back of my hand flooded my mind. A couple of minutes later Tonya and I were floating next to Peter.

"It's nice to be flying, but can I got back home now?"

"Sur-" I began.

Suddenly this vial smell reached my nose. It was really gross, like decomposed body. I felt like vomiting when suddenly the cool air around us turned a bone chilling cold. I could hear an intense whining that sent more shivers up and down my spine.

I began looking around for the causes of these odd attacks on my senses. But what ever it was that was messing up my other senses were also playing games with my eyes. Everything became foggy. I couldn't tell where one house began and where the next ended.

I was really beginning to freak out. Goodbye happy thoughts…

Suddenly I felt someone grab my hand. This action caused my heart to flutter. It had to be Peter's hand, I was already holding on to Tonya's…

Hello happy thoughts…

"I'VE COME FOR MY BODY, PAN. GIVE IT TO ME."

The voice that cut through my happy thoughts and completely useless senses was totally creepy. It was as if what ever was speaking was coming from within my head instead of from out side in the real world.

"MY BODY, PAN!"

"Peter," I managed to whisper. "Peter… wh-what is that?"

I felt Peter squeeze my hand. "It's Hook. Or what's left of him." He whispered back.

"Jess? Jess where are we?"

Tonya didn't get it. She couldn't hear Hook's voice… but why?

"Jess? Jessica! Why am I falling?"

Pixy Dust, Happy Thoughts, and…

"Faith." I whispered. "Tonya has no faith in her family, in Peter… in me."

Author's Notes: I'd really like to thank all of you who review. It seriously makes me feel good! I'm not sure if I got the whole, Happy Thoughts, Pixy Dust and Faith thing right, but I think those are what you need in order to fly. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Now please review! Thanks, you're all the best!