Bell's POV
After Peter enveloped her in his arms; Bell shrunk in on herself, and pulled away. This was too uncomfortable for her, and even though she wished not to anger Peter again, she wouldn't let him hold her like this. She wouldn't let him think it was acceptable for him to do this. For she knew that it wasn't. Yes, she had told him she would stay with him in Neverland, but that did not mean she wasn't still afraid of him. She felt wary, and if he did one strange thing, she knew she would leave as soon as she could.

Without looking at Peter's face, she turned away from him, wondering where her sister was. She needed the comfort of her sister, and she needed to tell her about her current situation in a way that would create minimal anger. Heaving a small sigh, she stood up and looked around once more. Feeling no need to tell Peter where she was going, she wandered down a visible corridoor; looking for something interesting. When she looked up, she saw that she was underneath a pond. Curious, she reached up and touched the water; letting out a small gasp. How was that possible? it was amazing, but it made her brain tingle as it wondered how something like the floating water even existed.
"Facinating, itsn't it?"
Bell wirled around, and saw a boy a few years older than herself leaning against the entrance to the corridoor. He had short black hair, and eyes almost as black as coal. He wore strange attire in dark shades. A long black coat, black boots and he seemed to have a belt which held a small dagger at his side. He was surprisingly clean for someone in Neverland. "Yes it is," tapping her chin with her index finger, she questioned him. "Who are you?"
"I don't think you want to know that, love." He warned her, a small grin worming it's way onto her face.
Taking a deep breath, she knew she had to be brave. Especially in Neverland. "D-d-do you know Peter?"
"I know of him. We haven't met personally."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
His grin widened. "Exactly what I said."

He frustrated her, and she blew out an infuritated breath. "Just tell me who you are!"
Palms outstretched in a somewhat calming guesture, he walked towards her slowly. "Fine, fine. My name is," Continuing closer, he stood right infront of her, his boots almost flush with her bare feet. "Nice locket you have there."
Bell looked down at the necklace, as the mysterious male fingered it gently. "It's...my mothers."
"Ah, I thought so. It suits you," He tilted her chin upwards, so she looked into his liquid coal irises. "Tell me, Bell, who do you think Peter really is?"
"I-" Trying to think of an answer, she realised she didn't know the answer herself. "You must let me know sometime, love."

"Bell!" Peter called out from where she had left him.
"Must dash, Bell. I hope to see you again in the future." The man told her, as he disappeared into the shadows behind her.
Who was he, and how did he know her name?

Grace's POV
"Are you going to tell me the way to the hideout, or not?" Grace asked Tinker Bell. She was becoming irritated with the fairy's hesistation to tell her the location of Peter and her sister, after she had so willingly told her other things.
"You must not go in angry. Peter will suspect your unloyalty to him, and he'll never let you near Bell."
"He can't keep me away from my own sister!"
Tink sighed, trying to keep up with the rage filled girl with long legs. "Peter could fly around Neverland with his eyes closed and still tell you everything about places as you pass them. He owns this place, this is his home. Of course he can keep you away from her."
"Then what should I do?" Grace asked her in exasperation. She just wanted to find her sister, and get the hell out of Neverland.
"You must act like you like Peter. Don't seem too protective of Bell, and let him spend time with her."
Grace scoffed. "Like that's going to happen."
Tink looked at Grace with a serious expression on her small face. "You must obey Peter. It's the only way."
"Fine," She sighed. "I'll 'obey' him. But I'm not pretending to like him."
"You must."
Grace sighed once more, and came to a hault. She let out a groan of frustration, and whirled around to face the fairy. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Good," The fairy was relieved. In fact, more than relieved. "And I'll guide you along the way, so you don't make him suspect you of anything."
The once beautiful, now covered in mud and rumpled looking girl smiled at the small orb of light. "Thanks, Tink."
"Don't thank me yet." She flew off into the forest, calling after her. "Come on!"
Grace ran off into the trees after the fairy, even though she was exhausted.

Peter's POV
Peter stormed into the hall with the floating pool, wondering what Bell was doing. When he saw her, she was gazing up at the pond, she eyes following one golden fish. She looked calm infront of him, and Peter realised how beautiful she really was. Her long raven black hair cascaded down her back to just below her chest, and her blue eyes sparkled with wonder. She may have been covered in dirt, and wearing only a set of nightclothes, but she seemed to suit the look. It was like she belonged in Neverland. Belonged with him.
"Do you like it?" He asked her, a smile lighting up his features.
"It's beautiful." She answered in true fascination. Yet Peter did not know she'd already had a conversation similar to this only moments ago. She turned to him, no longer interested in the pond. "Peter, who else lives in Neverland?"
He knew she would ask questions sooner or later. They all did. 'Can I visit mermaid lagoon?', or 'Where's Captain Hook?'. But they never asked this. "Well, there's me and the Lost Boys of course. The mermaids, a few pirates, some indians, and the pixies in Pixie Hollow. There's also some other mystical creatures, but that's about it."
"So...no other people?" He frowned at her. "I mean, people. Normal people."
Peter then became suspicious, and a small anger filled him. "Bell, was someone else in here with you?"
"I..." She dragged off, obviously not wanting to answer his question.
"Bell. You must tell me if there was someone here."
"There was a man. He-"
"Who was he?" He bellowed into her ear, grabbing her arms and forcing her to look at him.
She shook in fear, and he knew he frightened her, but he needed to know."I-I don't know. He didn't tell me his name."
He growled, and let go of her arms. He turned away from her, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did he look like?"
"Um...he had black hair, and a black coat. Actually, he kinda looked like a pirate, but a young one."
"A pirate? A young one?"
"Yes..."
He growled again, and rushed out of the hall, back into the living quarters. Peter then almost ran into Swift's room, where he sat strumming his guitar. "Swift, have you seen anyone recently you've never seen before?"
He pondered the question, and frowned, placing down his guitar. "Not that I recall, sir. Why?"
"There has been a sighting of a young man with black hair and a black coat, have you seen him?"
Swift thought once more, and realisation appeared on his features. "Actually, there was one guy..."
Peter frowned, and walked closer to swift. "Where did you see him?"
"In the forest, by the beach." He told Peter.
"Thank you. Watch the fort for me, and look after Bell."

There was only one beach next to a forest, and Peter knew exactly where it was. Without another word to Swift, he flew out of the lair, and into the Neverland air.

Swift's POV
On the orders of Peter, Swift sat in the living area, waiting for him to return. He could hear Bell crying quitely in the other hall, and him immediatly wanted to hold her, and tell her that Peter was always like that, but he couldn't. He wouldn't go near her just yet. He couldn't.

After a while, Peter hadn't returned, so Swift gently strummed on his guitar, and wanted to make music, so he hummed quitely. He didn't hear Bell come in quitely, to listen to him; and he barely flinched when she sat next to him. She was so quiet, and he wanted to talk to her, and he was even about to, when a scream sounded from one of the entrance slides. A crash sounded, and someone landed on their bottom at the bottom of the slide. Buzzing around her was Tink.

In front of him a girl with long blonde hair and the same bright blue eyes that Bell had. The same eyes that...he shook his head.
Don't think about that. He thought to himself.
Dropping the guitar lightly on the 'sofa', he jumped up, and pulled out a small pocket knife. "Who are you?" He asked her with hostility. Yet he knew who it was, it was-
"Grace!" Bell shouted, and flew into her arms.
Swift dropped his knife, and sat back on the bed, not caring about the sister's reunion. As he picked up the guitar once more, he was about to play, when he heard a voice aimed at him speak.
"Who, are you?" The voice asked. When he looked up, he saw Grace glaring at him, hands on her slender hips.
He stood, with boredom, but placed a real smile on his face. He wouldn't talk to Bell, but he would talk to Grace. "The name's Swift," He grinned brightly. "Nice to meet you."