AN: Apparently I was able to update. In this chapter we see the continued influence of the shadow on Peter and are introduced to a few beloved characters. Pretty Blue Eyes is Hook, if you can't guess. Also I just finished reading the original Peter Pan, so I'm going to try to include as much of that in here.

Thanks to sirensoundwave for following! Happy reading!

~Luna

Ch 5: Tinkerbell

The Lost Boys were an odd group. We had a lot of fun actually, but that's beside the point. We consisted of a group of kids from eight to seventeen. Tootles was the youngest and had already declared me as his older brother/sister, depending on the day. The twins, who both went by Twin, were ten. Peter and I didn't really know what they were and neither did anyone else, so we let them do their own thing. Cubby and Slightly were both twelve, and hated each other's guts. I found it funny, but Peter said it was distracting. That was fine though, since I gave them pardon on most things.

We made our home in the clearing. Each one of our boys knew how to fight and with Peter and I leading the way, there was nothing we couldn't conquer. Even the tribe knew us as a force to be reckoned with as we had driven out some king's navy two years ago. I had only met two of them briefly, but they were trying to steal Dreamshade, as Peter told me. That was a weapon we couldn't allow to leave Neverland, there were too many adults that could exploit its power. One had "cursed" us, the one with pretty blue eyes. We didn't really care though, we didn't have any curses to worry about now that time stood still for us.

Things were changing though. Peter was harder to control and apparently he had sexual needs that had to be satisfied. The two of us shared a treehouse and I could hear him leaving when he thought I was asleep. It hurt me. I longed to scream at him to come to me, that the two of us were bound together. That didn't stop him from going to Tigerlily. Still I waited, he couldn't outrun true love, no one could.

One day, he didn't come back until later that day, when I was teaching Slightly a new game of my own invention. I watched Peter limp into camp, clutching his side. It was bleeding terribly and once again I was on nurse duty. I sat him down next to the fire on a log, strips of wet cloth laying out. The younger ones all held their breath as I removed his shirt to find the damage. The torn flesh was wet with blood and dirt. The strokes were tiny and looked like someone had hacked at his side with sharpened stick.

"Arrowhead," he explained. I nodded, grabbing a ball of cloth and dabbed at the wound. He tuned his head away, face contorted in pain.

"We'll fix it,"I assured, wrapping the wound. "This, the relations between us and the tribe... We have to." What I feared that if we didn't, the chief would send his warriors to wipe us out.

"I don't think it can be fixed," he replied through clenched teeth.

I finished wrapping the wound and tucked in the stray ends of bandage. "How? Just, I thought the chief knew about the... Arrangement."

He grabbed onto my arm. "Don't pursue it." He warned, while tightening his grip.

"Peter..." I began. His eyes flashed a darker green, almost black.

"I told you not to pursue it."

"Peter you're hurting me."

He let go of my arm, looking in disgust at his own hand. I rubbed my own wrist, there would probably be a bruise there tomorrow morning. I looked back at him, his eyes returning to their normal color. Instead of the hard fury I had seen not one minute ago, his eyes were full of concern and self-loathing. He got up and walked into the jungle. I followed him.

"Peter! We need to talk about this," I shouted after him. "It's the shadow isn't it? I knew you should have never-"

"Leave me alone," he shouted, blending in with the foliage. "I don't want to hurt you again."

I tried to follow him, but lost him among the trees. Saddened, I cut through camp in the direction of the only proper beach on Neverland. One struggle with several vines later, I arrived at my destination, taking off my boots and digging my toes into the sand. I'd probably be finding sand beetles up my leggings tonight, but I honestly didn't care about anything other than the sun on my face and the gentle lapping of the waves.

As my luck would have it, a small knife was placed up against my throat, and a presence up against my back.

"Who are you?" The voice hissed. A girl? There were no girls on Neverland outside of the Picsnny tribe.

I rolled my eyes though, her grip on the knife had shifted into a more loose one. Before she even knew what was happening, I lifted my arm up and head back, hitting her in the jaw and keeping her armed hand well away from my neck. A simple punch to her forearm was enough to open her hand, letting the knife fall into my own open palm. Pulling out my own dagger, I threatened the woman from my current standing position, to her's, which was now with her back up against the sand. She seemed to be about twenty-four and had her fair hair scraped back into a bun. Her clothes, now tattered, were bright green and carried the sparkles known to fairies. Huh. A fairy on Neverland.

"Aren't you a little old to be on Neverland?" I asked, my dagger still dangerously close to her neck.

She grinned. "Aren't you a little feminine to be a Lost Boy?"

I liked her. I helped the ex fairy up, giving her the knife back. She took it and slipped in back into a little holder on her belt. Everything about her had been cute, but on Neverland that was just a liability.

"You're gonna need a better knife," I commented. "I'm Nibs by the way."

"Tinkerbell," she replied. "I plan to trade with the tribe near here, I have certain skill sets that could be useful."

I sighed. "They're a little angry right now. My camp could probably help and we don't ask for much."

Tinkerbell nodded. "I'll consider it."

We both shared a look of mutual understanding and then she ran off into the jungle. I hoped she would survive, I liked her a lot. Someone that wasn't angry with me would be a nice change.

I pulled my boots on but picked up a loud cacophony that sounded like off-key singing. I turned towards the sound, getting closer. I ducked behind a bush, only slightly terrified but more curious than anything.

The singing was coming from a dinghy rowing it's way to shore. I though it was more navy soldiers, something the Lost Boys could dispatch. Instead, they all had ratag clothing on and were led by a man in black leather and a hook for a hand. My eyes grew wide as they landed on the beach, drawing cutlasses and the leader barking orders. Pirates had found their way to Neverland.