Peter Pan 3: The Lost Girl

by EloiseRaeCullen

When Kassidy Miller's great-grandmother ends up in the hospital, she and her mother are whisked away to London. And while staying on a certain quiet street with her family, Kassidy's whole world get's turned upside down. This is a Peter/OC story. if you don't like it, please don't read. R&R! rated for later chapters

13. Chapter 12

Peter Pan 3:the lost girl

Chapter 12

(Kat's POV)
I was practically exploding with emotions. I was freaking out cause the cave we were in was damp, musty and not very well lit. I was excited by the fact that I was going on my first real adventure. But mostly I just happy because I was with Peter, not only that but he was holding my hand. I was pretty darn sure I was going to explode out of my skin with joy. We walked farther down, I finally decided that we needed more light. As if on command my wings glowed and lit up the whole cave. We both looked around in awe, the cave seemed to glow, magnificent colors. I looked at Peter and he was grinning from ear to ear. I smiled too and pulled him along down into the cave. I took off and he did to . We flew through the cave together, weaving and winding around the cave.
I looked around as we did, searching for the treasure we had actually come here for. I looked over and saw Peter was doing the same. "I'm going to look a little farther ahead. I think there might be something ahead." I called. I speed up can flew forward, sure enough I saw a large shaft of light ahead. I flew toward it, (and yes I do know you're never supposed to go toward the light, but hey, I wasn't dying or anything) the glowing light in the cave around it seeming to shimmer and dance more. As I came closer, I saw something sitting in the light. It sparkled gold, red, green, blue and many more colors. The treasure. I flew and landed in front of it. I turned and called to Peter and he appeared out of nowhere. He looked behind me and saw the treasure, and grinned. "Kat! You found the treasure." He flew up to the top of the cave and crowed, soon after I heard the sound of the lost boys. They all fell into the cave, in quite the dog pile. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Lost boys," I looked over at Peter, who was now on top of the treasure, covered in gold and jewels and a sword in his hand, "fall in!" he ordered. They all lined up just as they had when I first met them. "Kassidy Miller, because of your amazing skill in treasure hunting and adventure seeking, I know proclaim you Kat a Lost girl." Peter said, tapping me twice on the shoulder. I looked up at him, my jaw firmly planted in the ground. "M-me? You mean you want me to be a lost girl?" I choked out. "Well, yeah. I mean, ya know if you want t-" I jumped up and hugged him before he finished. "HECK YES! OF COURSE I WANT TO! I'VE WANTED TO SINCE I WAS LIKE FIVE!" I said excitedly as I hugged him tighter. He laughed and put his arms around me to steady me. I looked up into his eyes, and I just couldn't help my self. I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek. I pulled back and blushed, his face just as red as mine and covered in both pleasure and shock. "Sorry." I whispered. He grinned and I heard shouts coming from behind us, it was the lost boys, cheering. They rushed forward and gathered around me and Peter clapping and cheering. Tootles jumped up and hugged me. I laughed and hugged him back. Peter leaned down and picked up a tiara near his foot. He straightened up and placed it on my head carefully. I smiled and touched the top gently. I could barely hold it back any more, and I jumped up can crowed at the top of my lungs, Peter grinned with pride and followed my lead, the boys crowed too and we flew out of the cave, covered in our treasure.
I flew in the lead with Peter at my side, I flew and spun and laughed. I knew if my mother where here she would never approve. But I didn't care, I knew I father would probably be envious. My dad understood the joys of being young. that's why my grandma and great grandma liked him, because he had always told me to "never grow up". He told me that when he was a boy, his grandparents told him stories of the boy who never grew up too, and he had always wanted to be a lost boy. I guess that runs in the family.
I could feel myself glowing with pride and joy at the very thought of my dad. As I flew I heard the bird on the island singing louder, they boys flew behind me joyously, giggling, and flying and making as much racket as they could. I turned to Peter and took his hand in mine. He turned to me and smiled. And that's when I knew, I was home, I had belonged in Neverland all along. Neverland was heaven to me, I was around people who like me and accepted me for who I was, people who loved me, and I loved them back, it was home. I was home.