Peter Pan

A Young Boy No More

Disclaimer: I AM SIR JAMES MATHEW BARRIE! (Boy, are you people dumb)

Author's Notes: Thank you Luna32, Passion Fire (Original Screenname), Sasukeandrockleelvr, my teeth are sharp and Narnia forever!!! Again, you guys are the best! I heard on the news that there is going to be a sequel to J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan. In this book Tinker Bell is being replaced by a male fairy named Fire Fly. NO MORE TINK!!!!

Chapter Eight – The Ride of My Life

"I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN, PAN! HAND OVER MY BODY. NOW!"

"Sure." I heard myself say. "Because Peter just so happens to carry around heavy, smelly, dead bodies around all the time. You mind taking it out of your wallet, Peter?"

Peter stared at me through the fog.

"WHAT THE… OH I SEE. GOT YOURSELF A NEW GIRL FRIEND, HAVE YOU PETER?"

"Now you've done it," Peter whispered. Then he said to Hook's ghost, "What makes you think anyone could replace Wendy?"

My hand stiffened in his grasp. What could I have been thinking? Peter could never like me like that, let alone love me. He still loved Wendy, even though she was in her eighty's!

Peter must have felt the change in my mood because he tightened his grip on my hand, determined to make sure I didn't fall to my death. "Well?" he demanded.

"YOU'RE SUCH A SYCOPHANT THAT I FIGURED YOU WOULD HAVE HAD PLENTY OF GIRL FRIENDS BY NOW. BUT I GUESS TRUE LOVE ALWAYS PROVAILS AND YOU SHALL BE LONELY FOREVER, PAN."

Oddly enough I felt Peter slip below me a little bit, as if Hook had punctured his happy thoughts. His voice sounded normal all the same; "I'm such a what?"

"A yes-man or a flatterer." I whispered.

"Oh." He muttered. He was slipping fast as Hook's words began to sink in. I couldn't blame him.

I squeezed Peter's hand tight and whispered, "We need to get out of here."

"JESS-ICA!"

Tonya's piercing scream was enough to jolt Peter back to his senses. Suddenly something in him changed. He was no longer the failing, falling, miserable, Peter; but a completely jaded, I'm-gonna-save-the-world-if-it's-the-last-thing-I-do-and-we-all-know-it's-not-gonna-be-'cuz-I'll-be-back-to-foil-your-plan-every-time, kinda person. He was my Super Man, but not in tights and spandex, but in leaves and vines, not to mention shorter and more boyish.

"Tink," he whispered. "You be the decoy, okay? We have to get back to you-know-where."

I heard a small tinkle in reply.

"Come on." Peter urged me.

"Where are we going?" I asked slipping slightly under Tonya's weight after we had soared out of the fog and out of danger.

"Take a wild guess." He replied.

At first I was really insulted. But then I had been rude to him… But when he gave my hand a squeeze I realized he was being funny, I just couldn't see his smile because he was facing away from me.

"Hmmm," I said playing blonde.

This time I could hear him smile as he said, "What are you? Retarded?"

"So how long is this trip going to take, Mr. Pan?" I asked in the same slightly slow voice.

"I told, you, you would need your sleep." Ironically I didn't get mad at him this time. "It'll take some time."

"Something tells me that Tonya isn't going to believe in this journey." I said suddenly dipping a little.

Peter turned to face me mid-flight, concern etched on his face. "How will she explain the fact that you both had the same dream?"

"She'll deny having had the same dream as me." I replied.

"Why-"

"That's just Tonya." I said, sadness gripping me again.

"Come on," He said squeezing my hand. "We have to get to Never Land before Hook realizes we left him."

"Where's Tink?"

I heard a faint tinkle.

"Right behind us."

I yawned.

"I have an idea." He said, you should have seen his smile. "Hold tight, okay?"

I nodded sleepily.

"I mean it." He warned. "Don't let go."

"Okay!" I said with a smile as I grabbed onto his ankle.

"Ready for the ride of your life?" He asked down to Tonya.

"Sure." She muttered. "I still feel as if I'm falling. So please just don't drop me."

"Make sure to hold on tight to Jessica, then." Peter replied. "AHAHAHA!"

He laughed as we suddenly began to fly at an extremely fast rate. The wind whistled past us, or were we whistling past it? I wasn't sure. As a matter of fact I couldn't tell what was what at all.

Let me tell you, I hope Peter could, because I had no clue where we were going. For all I knew, we could run into the sun next or something! Don't get me wrong, I completely trusted Peter… I kind of had to… But I did all the same.

Suddenly we began to slow down again. Tonya gasped and let go of my hand. Looking around me I could see why. This place was beautiful, how could Wendy want to grow up after seeing this place?

"It's a shame it's going to collapse." Tonya said quietly. "It's so pretty."

Peter squeezed my hand; "It reminds me of someone I know."

"You must really miss my Great-grandma." Tonya said.

"I do." Peter agreed.

I looked down at the water. It was simmering, glowing beautifully from the light of the moon I knew, but seemingly with light of it's own as well. I could see all of the stars around us reflected in the water. Small insects were flitting above the water. Something made me wonder if they were fairies like Tink.

Peter doesn't like you. Peter doesn't NEED you. He has Wendy.

I began to dip towards the surface of the shimmering water. I was willing to let it engulf me. The only thing stopping me was the boy clinging to my left hand.

"Let's go for another ride before we go to the Hide out and meet the Boys." Peter suggested.

I nodded, trying to hide my tears.

Suddenly we were once again flying at full speed. The elixir of it all cleansing my memory of all the pain of losing my mother, my father and possibly my best friend. I let it wash over me like I had been willing to let the ocean water do only moments before.

"Peter," I said quietly.

Coincidentally he did a flip right after and managed to force a smile upon my face. My super hero, but not my Peter. Simply because he's Wendy's.

Author's Notes: I'm sorry I haven't updated for so long. I hope you guys found this chapter to your satisfactory! By the way, I'm not really calling anybody stupid with my disclaimer, unless you REALLY think I'm Sir James Matthew Barrie. Lol. Thanks for reading, can you review now?