This party was totally cool, just like every other party the Triton Girls ever threw. But it was the preamble to the most terrifying part of my life.

-Jim

Jim Hawkins walked in to blaring music and kids walking around consuming large portions of alcohol.

"Welcome, Sexy Waiter," came a voice. Alana smiled and waved at him.

He waved back, remembering her from the Facetime call at the Benbow. Alana crept forward, bits at a time. She was all breasts, Jim saw. She was wearing a barely-there white dress, her black hair waving behind her.
"Vodka?" She asked coyly. "Do you drink?"
Jim had to make a split-second decision. "Nah. What else you got?"
"Anything you want, Sexy."
"Uh," Jim coughed. "I actually got a name."
Alana laughed. "I know. Jim, right?"
Jim nodded.

Alana took his hand and led him to a seat. Jim felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't say no to her so he sat down. Alana glanced around. "Hey, Char!" she called. "Char! Darling, come here for a second!"
A guy in a soccer jersey and cleats came over. "What, Alana?" he asked, distractedly.

"Char, this is Jim."
Char raised his eyebrows. " 'Sup, man. You her new plaything?"
Alana laughed again. Jim shook his head. "Naw, man. We're just friends."
Char nodded. "You need something, 'Lana?"
Alana nodded. "Could you fetch Jim and me a drink? Please?" Something about her tone implied no refusals, so Char hurried to fetch them both a raspberry punch drink.

Meanwhile, Alana was talking Jim up, and touching his body. He'd rather she not go there, since he was in no mood to get into any relationship now. Alana pinched his shirt. "Nice fabric. Where'd you get it?"
Jim snorted. "It was a gift."

Alana frowned. "From a girlfriend, I suppose."
Jim snorted again. "My uncle. Robert."
"Uncle Robert made a nice choice," Alana purred. "It's so…..fetch on you."
Fetch?

"Drinks," said Char gruffly, presenting them. "I'm done playing the maid, Alana."
"Sure," Alana said, accepting the drinks. "Thanks, Charming."
Jim and Alana drank in silence. Finally, Jim broke it. "Where's Ariel?"

He saw Alana stick out her lower lip. "Ariel? I'm sure she's around here somewhere….oh, but Jim, don't you want to spend time with me?"
Jim nodded. "Yeah, of course. But I was wondering if I could speak with Ariel. My mom was offering a pay raise….and employees get some kind of discount…" This was all a made-up lie of course, but Jim couldn't wait to escape man-hungry Alana.

Finally, Alana frowned. "Come on. I'll show you where Ariel is. That is, if you really want to leave this alone time we have."
"I have to tell her."
Glowering, Alana rose, taking Jim's hand, and leading him.

Jim felt like high school royalty as guys stared approvingly at their entwined hands and girls looked enviously at Alana.

"Ariel!" Alana roared.

Ariel turned. She had been speaking to a girl with light brown hair, accompanied by another girl with blonde hair and bangs and gray eyes. "Jim!" she said with a smile.

Jim gave her his rare half-smiles.

Alana didn't seem happy. "Ariel, he wanted to discuss something work-related with you," she said.

"Why don't you go catch a man in your net," Ariel said with a cocky tilt of her head. "While I talk to Jim?"
Alana narrowed her eyes even more.

"Go!" Ariel said, more firmly now.

Alana turned and went.

Ariel gestured at the two girls. She pointed at the blonde one first. "Jim, this is Dani Spark, my friend. Dani's gonna be a writer as soon as she's graduated from Disney High. She writes fanfiction." Ariel's eyes lit up. "Ohhh, Jim, you should read her writing. It's great!"
Jim raised his eyebrows approvingly. "Writer, huh? What kind of fanfiction d'ya write, Dani?"
"Dramione," Dani said confidently. "I'm practicing to write scripts and novels in the future."
Jim grinned. "Must be a hell of a story to make Ariel like it."

Dani smiled. "She's a tough nut. It took a lot of convincing. You should read it."
Jim didn't want to get looped into this, but he told her he'd check out her writing. "Just…tell me your pen name later, okay?" Jim said. He turned back to Ariel.

"Oh, Jim!" gasped Ariel. "I forgot; this is my other friend, Wendy Darling."
Jim turned and recognized the girl Gaston was bullying. He hadn't really caught her name; though she had told him, and he realized this was the girl. "Wendy."
Wendy looked at him over her cute pug nose. "Yeah."
Jim smiled. "Nice to see you here."
"You guys know each other?" Ariel wanted to know.

"Hell," said Jim with a cheeky grin. "We go way back."
"Waaaaaaaay back," corrected Wendy.

Dani and Ariel looked at each other and smiled. "Well," said Ariel. "Dani wants to make a song request for the DJ. We'll be right back; I have to introduce her."
Wendy looked at Jim. She was looking over his head; trying to escape him and his cuteness; the powerful look in his eyes, his I'm-so-unbelievably-popular-and-good-looking smirk on his face.

She spotted Peter across the room, and suddenly had an urge to speak to him.

"What, you avoidin' me?" Jim asked.

"No!" Wendy gasped, awkwardly. "I just—I thought I saw someone—"

"You're stuttering," Jim said, laughing.

"And you're stupid," Wendy retorted. Her cheeks flamed. It was a horrible comeback; probably the worst ever. She remembered where she had last heard it; from Michael, talking back to a teacher.

Jim laughed again. "Okay, ouch."
"No need to mock me." Wendy felt exhausted, but she smiled at Jim anyway.

"So you have a smile." Jim raised his eyebrows and smirked yet again. "It didn't look like you had one; it looked like you were full of lemon juice and constant ungratefulness."
Wendy gasped. "I happen to be really cheerful."
Jim shrugged. "You just chose to never show it to me?"
Wendy slapped her palm to her forehead. "Really, Jim. I didn't even know you until a few days ago!"
Jim shoved his hands in his pockets. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just being dumb?"
"You are," Wendy said, giggling.

"Thanks for letting me know," Jim pretended to look clueless and go cross-eyed. Wendy smacked his arm.
Suddenly, Wendy spotted Peter making his way through the crowd towards Wendy. Wendy looked at Peter, feeling like she wanted to speak to him. Peter was almost there.

Suddenly, a slow song came through the speakers. Because You Love Me. By Celine Dion.

"Grab whoever's next to you!" yelled Tarzan Mangals, the DJ. "For a slow dance of love!"
Behind the wall, Wendy saw Dani stick out her tongue.

Wendy looked at Peter, who grinned and started forward. A blush began to creep up Wendy's pale cheeks.

Suddenly, Jim stepped forward. "Before Alana Triton comes back," he said seriously. "Wendy, you wanna dance with me?"
Wendy blinked. "Uh…." She looked at Peter. He was looking confused now, back and forth.

Jim seemed conveniently not to notice.

"Sure," Wendy whispered, taking Jim's hand. "I'm not sure how to..dance."
Jim shrugged. "Me neither. We'll improvise, okay?"
Wendy laughed. "Sure, why not?" She looked seriously at Jim. She wanted to make sure it was Ariel he was after, and not her. Because Wendy thought of Jim as merely a friend, and liked Peter.

"Jim?"
Jim looked at her. "Wha?"
"You like Ariel, right?"
Wendy gasped. Was Jim Hawkins blushing? She giggled. "Ohmigod. You do."
"Don't tell her!" Jim exclaimed, grabbing Wendy's hands and squeezing them as they swayed on the dance floor.

Wendy pretended to lunge away towards Ariel, and Jim caught her around the waist, swinging her back. "Wendy, stop," Jim begged. "Please."

Wendy shook her head. "I won't. I promise."
But what she unmistakably saw, was that coal-hard look in Peter's eyes as he watched their bantering. That unforgettable emotion. Wendy couldn't even place what it was.

Fear?

Anger?
Rage.

Wendy swallowed and looked away. She couldn't bear to see that look. She was afraid of that look. But it was as clear as daylight:

Peter was going to do something horrible.

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HE was dancing with MY Wendy. She's mine. And all of a sudden, I don't need that money anymore. I'm going to do something else.

-Peter

Peter was stomping his way to the door.

That kid dancing with his Wendy. Jim Hawkins. He couldn't get his mind off of it.

"Yo! Yo, Pan!" Flynn Rider walked towards Peter Pan.

Peter stopped on his rampage towards the door. "What?" He had even forgotten about Cindy, who was chatting with new friends and enjoying herself for once.

"Pigeon. Remember? Pawning the jewel."
Peter looked at Flynn. He didn't want to sell it anymore. He was going to do something drastic with it, and he didn't want Flynn a part of his plans. "I lost it," said Peter cheerfully.

Flynn did a double take. "You what?"
"I lost it."
Flynn grabbed Peter by the shoulders. "How could you lose a crystal the size of a tennis ball?"
Peter shook his head. "It must have fallen off."
"Pan, what if the cops find it?!"

Peter shook his head. "I highly doubt they will."
"How can you say that?"
Because the Crystal is still with me. "I dropped it near Cold Forest. It probably rolled down into the bushes. No one will find it for a hundred years."
"They better not, Pan," snarled Flynn, storming away.

Peter took a deep breath and began to run.

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It was raining, and the Benbow was silhouetted against the flashing lightning. It was time.

Peter pushed open the door, and strode in. "Hello?"
A lady appeared. "Hi, what can I get you?"
Peter shook his head. "I just want to use the bathroom, if that's okay with you."
"It's upstairs," said the lady tiredly. "Second door to the left."
"Hey, thanks," said Peter, clomping upstairs. Now he just had to locate Jim Hawkins' room. He had no trouble finding it; it had Jim painted on it with a DO NOT ENTER sign in neon yellow.

Peter grinned, pushed open the door and entered. He looked at the messy cluttered room. Clothes flung on the bed, books and paper askew, homework never finished, greasy pizza boxes, a mess of underwear by the closet, empty soda cans, the lightbulb by his desk still on.
Peter thought his plan over. He was going to hide the Crystal. The cops would find it, and frame Jim Hawkins. Jim would go to juvenile hall, and Wendy would be Peter's.

Now where to hide it.

Peter floated through the room, checking out every nook and cranny. He ended up with wedging it in the stale place behind Jim's chest of drawers. He'd probably never check there.

Peter left the room, flushed the toilet and went downstairs.

He opened the door. "Thanks," he said to the lady who worked there.

The lady nodded. "No problem."
With that, Peter Pan walked into the rain.