Edit (11/21/2011): Changed the summary.

Edit (12/29/2011): Changed the summary again.

Disclaimer: Peter Pan and the other characters (save for Alice) don't belong to me. Heaven and Earth doesn't belong to me either.

The story so far: While Alice was in the Darling house, she learned that her boyfriend Matt is cheating on her with older, "curvier" girls. While crying in the old nursery, she was visited by Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, and he takes her to Neverland.

Okay, so I remembered that in the UK, sweaters are called jerseys, pullovers or jumpers (Source: Wikipedia). Well, I use American English here because it's told mostly in Alice's perspective (though in the third-person POV).

Enjoy! ^_^

Redrum

Summary: Alice is a teenager with normal teenager problems, except that she's another one of Wendy's descendants who get whisked off by Peter Pan. Will he be able to make her forget about Matt? Peter x OC, present generation. Disney-verse. Expect love triangles.

Chapter 2

Redrum

Alice woke up in the middle of the night with the familiar wet feeling she felt every month. She breathed heavily and stood up in a panic. The girl twirled in the darkness, trying to get a quick glance of her bottom and sighed in relief when she saw no stain.

The entire treehouse was quiet, but this was urgent, so she snuck out of her room and headed to the room where she first met the Lost Boys. Oddly enough, the candles in the room were lit and she saw two figures in the darkness. One seemed to stand guard while the other, a large figure, dug through the makeshift pantry for food.

The skinny figure standing guard noticed the girl and quickly alerted the other. "Cubby, Alice is awake!" He walked toward the candle, revealing himself to be the Lost Boy wearing a fox suit.

Cubby, the larger Lost Boy who wore a bear cub suit, stood up and looked at Alice. With a mouth full of food, he grinned at her. "Hiya, Alice!"

The fox-clad Lost Boy approached her as well. "I'm Slightly and this is Cubby. Are you here to play with us?" he asked eagerly.

"Sorry, no," she murmured unsurely. "Um… do you guys have a little girls' room here?"

"Nope," Cubby replied, "we just go anywhere here!"

The girl grimaced at him but quickly tried to hide her disgust. Thankfully, Slightly intervened.

"We don't have a room for that here, but we can take you outside to do your, uhh… business," he offered.

Alice hesitated. "Is Tinkerbell awake? It's kind of… urgent."

Cubby looked at Slightly and asked, "Tink's usually awake at this time, right?"

"Yeah, let's go to her room!" the other Boy replied.

The two Lost Boys led Alice through another hallway and into a room with the hollowed trunk of a tree. A leaf covered the opening, but Alice could see the glowing, sparkling fairy inside. Cubby lifted the leaf and they saw the pixie in one corner, looking at herself in a small, fairy-sized mirror.

"Tinkerbell?" Alice called, "could I talk to you in private?"

Hearing the last phrase, Cubby and Slightly exited the room and presumably went back to the pantry. Tinkerbell looked at Alice questioningly and tingled, mutely asking her what was wrong.

"Well, I… you're a girl, too," she started. "Do you ever have… I mean, in a certain time of the month, do you…?" She trailed off, too embarrassed to continue her question.

Thankfully, Tink knew what the young girl was talking about and nodded with a smile. Alice sighed in relief and looked at the pixie pleadingly.

"Clearly, I can't ask the boys for help on this," she said. "I don't know what to do…"

Tinkerbell reached under her makeshift bed and took out a tiny, cotton-like leaf. She showed it to Alice, as though telling her, "This is what I use." Then she flew out of the tree trunk and to a nearby window. A tree stood just outside the window and had leaves just like the one Tink had, except they were larger—the perfect size for Alice. The pixie seemed to only use leaf buds as they were sized for her.

Alice grinned and plucked a leaf from the tree. "Thank you so much, Tinkerbell!" She headed toward the door. "Goodnight."

The brown-haired girl awoke once again, because of the light from outside and the light of a certain pixie hovering over her face. Tink tugged at Alice's sweater and then at her hair, successfully making the human girl get up. The disgruntled Alice looked at the fairy who kept pointing at the red stain on the sheets in a panic, and she also began to panic.

"Oh God, a stain!" she shrieked. "We can't let the boys see that!" She quickly grabbed a pillow and covered the dried stain. "That means I also have a stain…"

Alice turned to Tink who tingled at her.

"Yeah, I should wash these…" she sighed. "The Lost Boys were so looking forward to playing…"

Tinkerbell tingled again, suggesting they sneak out to wash off the stains. Alice agreed and followed Tink. The pixie led her to a slow flowing river.

The young girl was a bit embarrassed with her current situation, but she was thankful for Tinkerbell. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that the fairy was seated on a boulder along the riverbank and was staring off into space. Alice proceeded to wash the sheets, keeping in mind to wash her shorts and underwear last.

However, back in the treehouse, the Lost Boys had already noticed the disappearance of both Tinkerbell and Alice. Nibs, the Lost Boy in a rabbit suit, quickly alerted their leader.

"Alice and Tink?" Slightly repeated, raising his eyebrows curiously at Peter. "Well, Alice woke up last night."

"Yeah, she asked to go to the little girls' room," Cubby added.

"But we said we didn't have one," Slightly continued, "so she asked to see Tinkerbell instead."

"But why?" Peter asked.

"We don't know," the skinny one replied. "She asked to be alone with Tink—"

"So we went back to, uhh… sleep," the large one finished, earning a glare from Slightly. "But we haven't seen them since."

Peter looked off to the side and remained silent, deep in thought. "I'll be right back," he muttered before flying off. The Lost Boys stared at their leader but merely shrugged it off and continued playing.

The red-haired boy flew over the forest, his eyes scanning the trees and clearings for any sign of the girls. Then he saw a familiar golden glow by the river and dove down to see Alice and Tinkerbell at the riverbank. Upon noticing Peter's arrival, Alice quickly jumped into the river for she was already in the middle of washing her underwear.

He looked at her strangely. "Alice, what are you doing?"

Alice nearly choked on her breath trying to think of an answer. "I'm just washing my clothes, and the—sheets—because, uhh… well—" She cleared her throat. "Peter, could you… I mean, is it okay if I—" She sighed in defeat and turned to the befuddled, floating boy while covering herself with her clothes. "Could I borrow, uhh… pants? Or anything, really. At least, until my shorts dry."

Peter blinked in confusion and scratched the nape of his neck. "Sure. I'll go get… are you fine with—" He looked down at his own pants… err, tights. "—tights?"

His question was met with a panicked nod, and he was off again to the treehouse. In a matter of minutes, he was back with a pair of green tights. Alice quickly grabbed the tights and motioned for Tinkerbell, who promptly dragged Peter away.

The young girl hid in the trees and fixed the cottony leaf into the tights before wearing them. Thanks to her large sweater, the tights functioned like regular leggings—not that she liked leggings. They were the most uncomfortable things she'd ever worn back home.

She ran back to the riverbank where Peter and Tink had been waiting, and apparently, conversing. Alice mouthed a thank-you to the pixie and proceeded to gathering the things she had washed.

"Alice," Peter began, nearly startling the girl in question, "why were you washing those anyway?"

"For hygienic purposes," she lied. "We'll have to dry these under the sun… oh God," she groaned before turning to Tink. "Tinkerbell, can I—"

The pixie nodded and Alice sighed in relief. In the midst of their silent girl conversation, Peter was confused. He had no idea what was happening, but Alice figured that he didn't need to find out.

"So," she huffed with a sheepish grin, "what's for breakfast?"

The three returned to the treehouse without much conversation. Alice was too flustered and embarrassed with what had happened (and with the fact that she was wearing a pair of Peter's tights), Peter was too confused and preoccupied with trying to figure out what had happened, and Tinkerbell wasn't one for talking much. The Lost Boys were gathered at the dining table, presumably waiting for the others to return. The table before them wasn't set—it was as though they were simply waiting for food to magically appear on the table.

"Hey, they're back!" Slightly exclaimed upon seeing the three.

"Where've ya been, Alice?" the raccoon-suited twins asked in unison.

"Alice, won't you cook something for us?" Cubby asked, rubbing his large tummy. "I'm starving."

"Yeah, mother, we're starving!" the other Lost Boys chorused, before looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

The young girl was overwhelmed at all the adorably large, pleading eyes gazing at her—she couldn't say no. No sooner than a second, she was preparing a large meal for eight-and-a-half people (the half being Tinkerbell). With all that's left in the pantry, she could only provide them with Sunnyside up eggs and bacon. However, breakfast didn't last too long for the Boys were all too excited to play with Alice. They devoured their meal in a matter of minutes.

Peter was the last to finish before Alice, and he told her to hurry up so they could play. She could barely remember the last time she hurried a meal to play with her friends. Naturally, she tried her best to eat faster, but she still had to do the dishes. While Alice was heading to the kitchen with all the dirty dishes, Peter decided to check up on her again.

"What's taking you so long, Alice?" he asked, poking his head through the doorway first.

"I have to wash all these dishes first, Peter," she said. "Chores, you know."

"Chores?" he repeated the unfamiliar word. "You can wash those later. First, we've gotta play!" He motioned to grab her by the arm. "You've been doing far too much washing this morning, Alice."

She moved abruptly but carefully so as not to drop the dishes. "But it'll be more difficult to wash them later."

Alice continued walking nonchalantly. The pile of dishes she carried was so tall she could barely see what was in front of her. She had to be extra careful. Suddenly, she bumped into something—or someone. Peter floated in front of her in a vague attempt to block the sink.

"Step aside, Peter," she said, walking around him to reach the sink. "I might break these if I bump into you again."

"And we wouldn't want that, would we?" he teased with a mischievous grin. "So just come over and play with us so you won't have to worry about breaking any dishes."

"Honestly, Peter," she sighed as she set the dishes down, "I'm not going to budge, y'know. And if you're so hung up on playing with me, why don't you just help me with the dishes?"

The boy floated beside her and thought for a while. Then he lit up and grinned at her.

"That's a great idea, Alice!" he exclaimed, startling her so she nearly dropped a cup. "Me and the Lost Boys can help you wash the dishes! It can be just like a game!"

Peter whistled and the Lost Boys immediately lined up in the kitchen, all of them saluting at their leader. He paced around them in a soldier-like manner and spoke with the manliest voice he could muster.

"Alright, men, we have a mission here," he said. "We are to wash each and every one of those dishes there—" He pointed to the sink on which Alice had already begun washing some of the dishes. "—before we can play with our mother. Understood?"

He was answered with salutes and words of affirmation from the younger boys, and each began rushing to the sink to grab a dish. Their movements were so abrupt that Alice nearly, once again, dropped whatever dish she was holding.

"Hold on—BOYS!" she shrieked, successfully catching the Lost Boys' attention. "You have to be careful when handling the dishes. Otherwise you might drop them."

She looked at them and decided to play along with Peter's little mission. The girl cleared her throat and looked at the Boys who all held one dish each.

"Alright, this is part of your mission, men," she said. "It's imperative that you handle each dish with utmost care so as not to drop it. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Alice then turned to Peter, who was merely floating on one side of the kitchen and watching the Boys at the sink. She raised an eyebrow at him and approached the boy.

"Don't think you're not part of this, Peter," she said. "Get over there and help the Boys."

"I don't have to help them," he stated pompously, lying down in midair. "I'm the father. I don't have to help with the chores."

She stared at him incredulously. "Since when were you the father?"

"Since forever."

The girl grunted, nearing exasperation. "Well, that's all the more reason you should help them. You're more capable of washing dishes than all of them combined."

"You flatter me, my lady," he laughed airily.

"It isn't flattery if it's true," she retorted. "Now get washing."

Peter finally caved in and stood on his two feet, motioning to walk to the sink. However, no sooner than he got there did the Lost Boys finish with their chore. They quickly went to their mother and bombarded her once again with hugs, this time accompanied with stories of how they washed their dishes. Alice, on the other hand, could only look at Peter who smirked at her arrogantly.

"Mother, will you please play with us?" the twins asked, hugging her by the waist.

"Let's play tag!" Slightly declared.

"No, we're gonna play hide-and-seek!" Nibs corrected.

"I'm no good at either of those!" Cubby whined.

Alice groaned inwardly. It wouldn't be long before those arguments broke into fights and each of the Boys would be pulling and tugging at each other. However, an idea broke into her mind and she smiled at the Boys.

"How about we play something I used to play as a child?" she suggested.

"But aren't you still a child, mother?" Nibs asked.

She blinked, nearly taken aback by the child's words, but she quickly composed herself and grinned at him. "Well, I suppose I am. Now, this game is called Heaven and Earth."

The brunette sat herself down on a log as the Boys gathered around her. Peter was still somewhat separated from the group, watching over the Boys as usual. But this time, he seemed to be genuinely interested in that Alice was explaining.

"It's kind of like tag in that one person is supposed to chase everyone else," she began, "but with a twist."

Those four words seemed to be enough to get everybody silent and attentive.

She continued, "The players are allowed to run on level ground—that's Earth—and they can also climb up to higher places like, say, this log or up a tree—that's Heaven. The 'it' chases after everyone, but he can't go to Heaven, so he can only chase after the ones on Earth."

Alice looked up as if trying to recall any rules she might have forgotten.

"By the way, there's something called fishing. That means the 'it' tries to tag someone in Heaven by reaching for them while he's on Earth. He can't do that because fishing isn't allowed, okay?"

Everyone nodded, including Peter, and they all stood up.

"Alright, well, since Peter is already away from us, and he's the only person here who can fly anyway, he'll be 'it'." Alice cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "You're 'it', Peter!"

It took a second for Peter to register what she had said, and Alice and the Lost Boys had all scattered in the clearing. Then he began chasing them. He started with Alice who circled the clearing to get to the log, and then chased Tootles who was quick to climb a tree. Then he ran after Slightly who took refuge with Alice on the log, and after the twins who, with each other's help, were able to climb a tree before Peter could even get close. On the last huff of his Mr.-Nice-Guy patience, he chased after Nibs who, being the rabbit among the Lost Boys, naturally outran him.

Now, Peter rarely ever lost a game—he was the king of games in Neverland, and no outsider could possibly outsmart him. He was becoming quite the sore loser. However, he managed to tame his urge to win. After all, he was having too much fun to be worried about losing.

He chased Cubby who was never an expert on tag and finally caught him, just when the Lost Boy was clambering a tree. Cubby wasn't quite on the tree yet, so it was still counted as being on Earth. The Lost Boy's role as the 'it' lasted for a spell, as he struggled to chase all of the other players.

"No fair!" Cubby complained. "You guys know I'm slower than all of you!"

Alice giggled, sauntering just a few feet away from the Lost Boy. She was nearing the center of the clearing where she would be completely vulnerable.

"You couldn't possibly be any slower than me, Cubby," she said. "Why, I'm the slowest of the slow. A crawling baby would be able to catch me." She paused. "Okay, that's overdoing it…" she muttered to herself.

Cubby took that opportunity and tagged her but not before having to chase her all around the clearing. By the time he caught hold of her he was exhausted and panting. Alice, however, was adept in the game, having been the one to introduce it to them, and it did not take long before she tagged Nibs who was even faster at tagging the other Lost Boys.

The game lasted for a good hour until the Boys were all tired and simply lying on the grass, looking up at the clouds. Alice took shelter from the trees, complaining to Peter about getting too much sun, and Peter leaned against a tree and hardly listened to her.

"That was a fun game, Alice," he said as soon as she had quieted down.

Alice was still panting and wiping her forehead with her sweater sleeve. Then she looked at the sweater and nearly bumped her head on a tree trunk. Peter watched her in amazement at how she seemed to have a world of her own.

"Honestly, Alice…" she muttered to herself as she removed the sweater. "What genius runs around under the sun while wearing a sweater?" she asked herself in exasperation before looking at Peter. "What?"

He laughed. "You sure talk to yourself a lot."

"Ah, bad habit," she sighed.

Okay, so just to clear things up, I didn't make up the game Alice taught them. It's a traditional game from the Philippines (where I'm from) and here it's called Langit-Lupa. Langit means sky or heaven, and lupa means earth.

Anyway, I don't like how my chapters are so short, but I'm afraid we'll have to make do with that. I get annoyed with how the titles can't cover the entire chapter. But then again, I don't like how the chapter summaries go. They make the chapters seem so simple… as though nothing significant happened. Well, I just needed to let out out, so yeah. ^_^;

Here, I'll explain the significance of Redrum in this chapter. It was actually pretty random. While thinking of this entire story, I thought I'd make Alice have her period. It (the side effects, at least) makes everything more exciting. XD

Redrum is the word murder backwards, but whenever I hear/see it, I just notice the first part: RED. Red makes me think of blood and… like I said, Alice gets her period.

As for its significance in the rest of the story… well, I'll let you figure that out.

I did say this is for teenagers, right?

R&R, my lovelies!

~ froggy