You asked so I delivered.. more Peter/Mya scenes :3

That doesn't mean this chapter isn't crappy.

It is.

Chapter 21: Down By The River

Mya's P.O.V

Everything in Neverland was beautiful, and this river was no exception.

The water was clear, sparkling. I could see my reflection as if it were glass.

I reluctantly washed my jacket in it, refusing to dirty the water. Unfortunately, there was no preventing it.

On the bright side, my jacket cleaned itself as soon as it drowned in.

"I see you took my advice." Peter.

I froze all over. My hands were still holding onto the dripping, wet jacket.

I didn't want to look at him. I couldn't. Not after what happened barely an hour ago.

"Well, I was desperate to get this washed." I held up the jacket, still avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"So am I." He said, and before I could ask what he meant by that, he dived into the river. Splashing me as he went.

I blinked, trying to get the water out of my eyes. "You couldn't have jumped a little further away from me, right?" I asked sarcastically once Peter's face emerged from the water.

He smirked. "Not really, no."

"Well, in that case..." There must have been something in my voice because he turned towards me and I didn't falter before I splashed him in the face.

I laughed as he wiped water out of his eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." His voice darkened.

I narrowed my eyes at him. But didn't have enough time to move away from the edge of the river before he grabbed me by my ankle and pulled me into the water.

It wasn't cold, fortunately. The temperature was just right. Peter let go of my ankle once I was in, and I swam up to the surface, spitting out water.

The last time I was underwater was with the bitch-fish. It brought back unpleasant memories.

"You asshole!" I shouted at him. Though I wasn't very convincing since I started laughing. I couldn't help it.

"That's what happens when you go against me." I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. Probably both.

"I'll keep that in mind." I assured him, trying to reach the shore. When I did, I pulled myself out of the water. I was dripping wet.

"Out already?" Peter raised an eyebrow. He was still floating about in the stream.

"I'm not a big fan of water." I replied, squeezing my clothes, trying to get all the water out.

"You spend most of your time on a ship." He said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. I know." I didn't need him to tell me.

He shook his head in disbelief. "You basically live on a ship and you're not a big fan of water? How does that work?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I never really minded. I just don't like water that much."

"You're an odd girl." He commented.

I wasn't sure if I should take it as an insult or a compliment. Though, coming from Peter, it was rarely even going to be a compliment. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all. Normal people are boring."

"How would you know?" I didn't mean to sound rude, though it might have seemed that way. I just didn't understand how he could know much about the outside world, having always lived in an island where everything was far from normal.

Auspiciously, he didn't get offended. "I used to live in your land, remember?" He reminded me.

"Right. You were never to specific about that." I tested the subject.

"There's nothing to be specific about." Subject not approved.

I pursed my lips, not sure how to reply to that.

"What about you?" He asked as he withdrew from the water.

"What about me?" I answered a question with a question. Not sure what he intended.

"What was your life like back in your land?" Was?

"What do you mean was?" I frowned. "I'm going to go back there."

"Are you?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is that really what you want?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I want to be with my father. I want to go home." There was no hesitation in my voice.

"What if your father doesn't return?" Peter's questions were worrying me. What was he implying?

"He will. I know he will." My father would never leave me here. I was certain of that.

"But what if he doesn't?" He was standing directly in front of me now.

"Why are you pushing this?" I inquired. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Peter's face was blank. Unreadable. But I could still tell something was up. "If I had any news about your father, I'd tell you."

"...What did you send him to find?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Why is that relevant right now?"

"It was always relevant. Just tell me."

"A boy." Not the answer I was expecting.

"What?" Why would he need a boy?

"You heard me." I wasn't sure if he was lying. I doubted he was.

"Why? Don't you have enough boys in your camp?" If he wanted another Lost Boy he could have just sent his shadow or something.

"This particular boy is needed for other circumstances." He explained shadily.

"Why are you always so cryptic? Can't you just give me a straight answer for once?" I pleaded.

"You're smart. You can figure it out." And with that, he left.

I watched him walk away into the forest until he was out of sight.

I swear my brain was going to explode.

Third Person

Tinkerbelle had spent the day in her tree house, assessing what to do.

She felt a urge to check up on the girl she had sworn never to see again. She feared for her, worried for what Pan might do.

Tink knew he cared for her, somehow, in that twisted heart of his. But that could easily make things worse for her if it meant that he'd never let her go. Never let her speak or stay in the company of anyone apart from himself ever again.

Banishing Tinkerbelle from seeing her was just the start.

The fairy decided she would do something about it. And she did.

She made her way to the Lost Boy's camp. But stopped abruptly when she heard voices nearby.

Hiding behind a bush, she listened attentively to the conversation.

"Mya knows." It was Pan. His voice was impossible to confuse. "About the boy."

"She knows that her father won't return?" Tinkerbelle's mouth widened at what the other voice said. She wasn't positive of the owner of the voice, but she expected it to be Felix. Pan's most loyal Lost Boy.

"No. But I'm sure she suspects it." Peter replied, annoyance in his voice.

"What are we going to do about it?" Felix asked in return.

"Nothing." Pan said simply, surprising both Tinkerbelle and the Lost Boy. "She can't leave, and he won't return without the boy. So he won't return at all."

All this was confusing to the fairy. She was unable to understand why Hook couldn't come back.

"What about when the boy is born? Won't the pirate find him then?" Felix pointed out. Explaining everything to Tink, unknowing.

The boy wasn't alive yet. That's why Hook wouldn't find him. That's why he wouldn't return.

"I sent my shadow off on a little commission to prevent exactly that. The pirate is unlikely to reappear in Neverland ever again." And with that, the voices faded away.

Tinkerbelle had heard enough, anyways. She couldn't risk being found now that she knew this, so she slowly backed away from the camp. But she didn't go home either.

She went to the highest trees in the island to collect enough pixie dust to send a message.

A very important message.

TINK KNOWS! :o

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