So here is a new chapter guys, sorry for the wait, I've been a bit busy, but here it is. Longest chapter yet :) Enjoy!

Grace's POV
After heaving another large sigh, Grace tugged her mobile phone out of her left trouser leg pocket, and checked for signal. She shook her head in frustration when she saw her phone was out of service, she should have known it wasn't going to work. Nothing from her normal life was going to work here, and she knew it. Even her watch was acting strange. When she took another look at it, both hands were wildly wizzing around the face in two different directions. Before, both hands had been going backwards. She growled and threw her phone into the sand at her feet.
"You should know it won't work here."
Grace shreaked as she jumped off of the log she had been perched on, and flew into the air. She literally flew, and floated in the air a few feet above the log since the fairy dust hadn't worn off yet. The little fairy had made Grace jump so much, that her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and she clutched it tightly.
"I know that! But I thought it was worth a try." She told Tink loudly, and gulped as she looked down. "Um...how do I get down now?"
The golden orb giggled, and flew closer to Grace. "It's not that hard...well, it is for first timers. You just have to slowly imagine yourself becoming one with gravity." She grinned. "It's easy."
Grace laughed nervously. "You call that easy? How am I suposed to imagine gravity?"
Tinker Bell circled the floating girl slowly. "However you want to imagine it. Some people see it as air, or a force. Some as the earth, the ground. Others just imagine standing on a flat surface. It depends on your thinking patterns."
"I don't have very good thinking patterns." Grace replied, and imagined herself being lowered onto some grass. She felt a small movement, but nothing big.
"That's good!"
She glared at the fairy. "How in the world is that good?"
"You are making progress. Even if it is a small amount..."
"Thanks a lot." She sighed, and tried once more.
"You're welcome." Tink grinned.
Grace made no more progress with the method she tried the first time, so she tried the others that Tinker Bell told her, but nothing seemed to work. It infuriated her. She was never good at learning anything new, that's why she stook to shopping and being a gossip. She didn't feel like she was smart enough to do anything else.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and imagined the ground. Soft, green grass that tickled her bare feet. Dry mud or soil, which made her feet dirty, but made her feel closer to nature. Flowers, plants and insects that called that soil home.
She let out a small oof as she landed on the hard log she had been sitting on. With stiff legs, she stood, and rubbed her now slightly sore bottom.
"Good!" The fairy cheered, and perched herself on Grace's shoulder. "Are you feeling proud of yourself?"
Grace thought for awhile, she did feel proud of herself. Even if she had landed on her backside.
"Yes, I am."
Tink beamed at her. "Do you feel happy?"
"Happy?" Grace questioned.
"Yes, happy. A feeling you get when you are overcome with some sort of joy or strong emotion-"
Grace cut her off. "I know what happy means, you-"
"Please don't call me names, I don't appriciate it."
"Oh, sorry." She apologised, and turned away from the sea. The log which she had been sitting on had been facing the bright blue sea. Grace had found it peaceful as the waves lightly crashed on the shore.
"Well?"
The girl took one step forward, and stumbled slightly on the uneven sand, but grinned anyway. "I guess I am."
Tinker Bell felt slightly mischevious, and scooted closer to Grace's ear. "That's good, because I have some news."
"Go on."
"Your sister is with Peter, and they talked..." Tink told her.
"Is she ok?" Grace became slightly worried.
The fairy took a small breath. "Oh she's fine, but she told Peter she's going to stay a bit longer..."
Grace's worry was imediately replaced with anger. "She what?"

Tinker Bell's POV
"She what?" Grace growled.
Tinker Bell knew better than to let the worst emotions overtake her. Hate, anger, mischeviousness...as she could only contain one emotion at a time, and since she'd married Terence, and Peter had stopped bringing girls back, she hadn't let them take over. But Grace brought her old self out, and in some ways, she liked it. She liked being cheeky. Being smart and mature all the time got boring, and she was fed up of being boring. Boring emotions weren't worth her time. Grace brought out all the emotions in Tinker Bell that Wendy once had. And who was she to pass up an opertunity like this? To be the old Tink. She knew Peter and Terence wouldn't be happy, but she was her own person, and she could do whatever she wanted, she always had. A part of her felt bad about telling Grace about her sister, and another part of her thought that Grace deserved to know, but right now, cheeky Tink was on the loose, and no one could stop her.
"You see, Peter's too attached to Bell already, I don't think he'll want to let her go." Her pitch raised slightly as she got to the end of the sentence.
"Well that doesn't matter, because me and Bell are leaving Neverland. Today." Grace spat.
Tink cunningly thought of a good plan. "It's not that simple, I'm afraid...Peter's very resistant, and you need to be a better flyer to leave without him..." Part of it was true, but Tink didn't let Grace know that.
Grace turned abruptly, making Tinker Bell whizz of her shoulder, and go spiraling a few centermeters away. "Then you have to teach me." She demanded. "Like you just did."
"Me?" Tink smiled. "Little old me?"
"Tinker Bell, please. I made a...promise to my mother, I told her I wouldn't let Bell be taken, and she was. I broke my promise, but I can still get Bell away from here...but only with your help."
Tinker Bell was taken aback. She had been very close with Lily when she was in Neverland. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have helped her leave. Grace's plea momentarily shattered Tinker Bell's current emotion, and let sympathy crawl in the cracks. She was now overcome with that emotion.
"Lily? Was she really that worried?" Tink was deeply concerned now.
"Yes. She was worried that the same thing would happen to Bell that happened to her. She thought it would be me who was taken, but since it wasn't, she knew it would be Bell."
Tink frowned. "It the worst case scenario when your mother came. Peter was very...attached to Lily. She was the one he became closest to after Wendy. But she wanted a normal life, she wanted a family, and a man who would have one with her. Peter loved her a lot, he would give anything up for her...except Neverland." She sighed. "And as he would give up anything for her, he also wouldn't give her up, so he locked her in his hideout at the time, hoping she would change her mind."
"But she didn't?" Grace already knew the answer.
"No. And I was the only one who could help her...she would have asked the Lost Boys, but they are too loyal to Peter, and she knew they wouldn't help."
It all hit Grace. She knew Peter was bad, especially after what she had seen, but she didn't think he would be as attached as Tinker Bell said he was. She was adamant to get Bell home, and soon. With Tink or her heels, she strode off into the woods.

Swift's POV
One of the oldest Lost Boys sat on the couch-like object in the corner of the room, strumming on his guitar lightly. When Peter had turned up at his window on his fifteenth birthday, his guitar was the only thing he had the chance to bring along. Swift was the closest to Peter in age, and therefore was his closest friend and second-in-command. When Peter flew off and did who know's what, Swift would look after the other Lost Boys, give them something to do, and made sure they didn't reveal the hideout. He looked up when he heard a loud shrieking from one of the entrances to the hideout, it seemed like the one furthest away from the one that was in Swift's room. The hideaway was actually quite large, with four bedrooms, a training room, a sitting room, and a place for the food to be stored. Swift and Peter had their own rooms, and the Lost Boys shared the other two.
The shriek sounded like that of a girl's, and a cold, familiar sense of dred flushed through Swift's body. He gulped, and placed his guitar on the heap of animal skins that he called his bed. He tiptoed out of him room, through the sitting room, and up to the doorway of Peter's room. He heard Peter talking with the girl, the conversation was going fine, and Peter was being his usual self, until he heard Peter's voice darken, and he became worried. Swift peeked through the curtain to see what was going on, and flinched when Peter grabbed the girl's wrist violently.
Peter spoke angrily to her. "Are you sure about that?"
But she just riled him up, and he became more angry. "Who are you really? Peter Pan? Please. You're more like an angry little boy."
She had made a massive mistake, and Swift was about to burst into the room, because Peter's hold became more aggressive, but Peter burst out with a speech about his past, and who he really was. Somehow, his angry words made the girl feel sympathetic for Peter, and Swift sighed in defeat when she agreed to his pleas; choosing to stay longer. Swift tensed when she hugged Peter, and he hung his head low as he headed back to his room.
It was her alright. There was no doubt about it. She had the same, cascading ebony black hair, and the bright piercing green eyes. He just wished he had found her before Peter did. He knew Peter was going to go and search for her, he had confided in him, and only him, telling Swift he thought that she would be the one to stay. Swift didn't want her involved in any of this. He'd tried so hard to keep her away from Peter, not that he wanted the girl's sister near him any more. Hopefully, Peter would let him speak to her, and he would be able to pursuade her and her sister to leave. Where her sister was, he had no idea, but he needed to find her soon too. He needed to save them both. Peter was going to lose control soon, and Swift knew that one of the sisters would bear the brunt of the attack. Peter didn't know why he wanted to proctect them, no one did. In fact, Peter didn't even know that Swift knew who they were. But Swift was making it his mission to save Bell and Grace. Even if it did mean turning on his best friend.

So what do you guys think of Swift? Who is he? How does he know Grace and Bell? Let me know in a review!