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Faith, Trust, and a little bit of Pixie Dust	By : xMissMatchx Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 6156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own peter pan or hook or any of it's characters nor do i profit from this.

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Chapter Five
Never Ever Land
“Her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks”
Grunting, I rested my elbows against the guys shoulder blade, my chin resting in my hands as the strange boy decided to uncomfortably carry me back to... where ever it was we were going. With an irritated expression I waited to be put down. Blinking my eyes, I tried my hardest to see through the back hood they placed over my head in attempt to keep me disoriented. I could see blurs of things. Trees mostly, and blurs of figures walking behind the boy who was carrying me. I groaned in discomfort as my arms slipped off the place on his back I had been resting them, and shoved his shoulder harder into my gut as he readjusted me. I held back a whimper as a rush of pain shot through my abdomen. The ache becoming more intense the longer I was held in the position.
“Do you think she’s really here cause of Hook?” I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to listen to the soft mummers of the boys behind me.
“No, maybe, I don’t know.” The other one mumbled, unsure of himself. I furrowed my brow. I didn’t even know who the hell this 'Hook' was. Why wouldn’t they just believe me!?
“I think she’s a mommy.” I smiled under the hood. Little boys could just be so cute sometimes.
My smile suddenly faded as I was carelessly dropped to the ground. Without warning the hood over my head was ripped off making my hair fly up with it and land in my face. I shook it out of my face, with some assistance from my hands, as I reopened my eyes. He stood there his arms crossed over his muscular chest, the boy who had been carrying me through the wooded forest. Slowly I lifted my head up from his chest. My eyes widened in shock as his brown eyes burrowed into my green ones. I felt small under his gaze, like a scared little puppy. The corner of his mouth twitching before forming a dark scowl across his tanned face. It nearly made me cringe. His eyes were burning a flame of hatred. A brown pit of endless rage. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t understand what I had done to deserve such disgust from one person. I took a small step back, my body crushing under his harsh gaze, I had to get away from it, from him.
I let out a loud scream as my body flew down what seemed to be a hole. My screaming stoping as my body slammed into something smooth and cold. I gasped as my body finally stopped rolling forwards in what felt, and tasted like dirt. Coughing I tried to push myself onto my knees. I was halfway there when the boy from earlier grabbed my shoulders lifting me off the ground with ease. I was so small compared to him, so fragile.
“Grab me a chair!” He yelled, and I flinched. A few boys ran past him to a table that wasn’t too far from where we we're standing. With bright smiles they ran back to us, said chair in hand leaving a trail on the dirty ground. The boy let go of me and walked around me. He now stood directly in front of me, a wide smile playing on his darkened face. He pulled out a small dagger out and held it up to my face with a sick grin. My eyes widened in horror at the knife. Without another word he brought it down towards my hands. I closed my eyes, my heart beating inhumanly fast against my rib cage. I gasped as the cold metal touched the skin on my wrist. With a strong tug the restraints on my hand disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have the knife away from me. “Sit down.” The boy sneered. My eyes met his once more and he shoved me. My feet were still bound so I couldn’t walk backwards and with a scream I fell backwards. My back slamming hard against the wood chair that had been placed behind me. I glared at the boy. Who the hell does he think he is?
“Why did you do that!?” I asked, irritation clear in my voice. He just rolled his eyes and walked over to one of the many shelves that lined the far right corner of the place.
“Shut up.” He snapped as he walked back to me, a rope of some sorts now in his hands. I was about to say something back but the look on his face forced me to shut my mouth. I watched in silence as he tied my hands to the chair. Wincing as he tightened them a little too tightly. Standing up from finishing the restraints, he stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared into my eyes. Sizing me up no doubt. I couldn’t help but notice as his eyes scanned my body several times. They kept stopping at my chest for a few minutes before moving on. It made me blush, and feel a little violated. “What’s your name?” He finally spoke, his voice deep with a slight New Yorker accent.
“Charlie.” I mumbled, my eyes unable to leave his frame as he stood there strong and tall. He smiled. My eyes widened, he had pretty white teeth. Only a few where crooked, but that was alright. They gave him character. His smile, it was cruel, but in a way I could see tenderness deep down.
“Pfft, that’s a boys name.” He laughed, I furrowed my brow in anger. I balled my hands into fist against the chair. My nails digging into the wood and collecting a few splinters under my nails, but I didn’t care. I just glared at the boy, a fire deep within my eyes and a stone expression of anger clear of my face.
“Oh yeah?” I paused, taking a deep breath in while trying to clam down. This boy didn’t look like the type you’d wanna piss off. “What’s your name?” I asked, rage still clear in my voice, even though I was trying my best to keep myself composed. An evil smirk painted the boys lips before answering.
“Rufio, King of the lost boy’s.” He announced with pride. I snorted, yeah, king of the idiots was more like it. I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore as I leaned forward and let a loud chuckle out.
“What’s so funny?!” Rufio yelled, obviously annoyed that I was laughing at him. Regaining my breath I looked at him.
“Rufio?! It sounds like someone just sneezed and fell down the stairs!” I screamed another fit of laughter coming to me as tried to breath. I just couldn’t control myself. It was all just too funny. I must have laughed too hard cause I hadn't noticed the boy before me disappear. I didn’t even notice he wasn’t in front of me any more until something soft was shoved violently into my mouth. I screamed, only to have it muffled by whatever was now inside my mouth. I whimpered as Rufio shoved my head forward, and tied the piece of cloth behind my head, pulling on my hair as he tied the not.
Once I felt his hands move away from my head I wiggled around. Trying my best to get the gag out. Screaming as loud as I could, but it didn’t seem to do any good. No one could hear me. I stopped struggling when Rufio was once again in front of me and this time, closer then before. My eyes opened in shock as he placed his hands on my arms and leaned into me. I backed up, the back of my head touching the frame of the chair. Rufio's face became so close to mine I could feel his hot breath on my chest. I blushed. I couldn’t control my self. He was actually really attractive, especially when he was mad.
“Nobody insults Rufio.” He sneered his lip curling up into a snarl. “Got it?” Slowly, I nodded my head. My heart beating so fast it felt as though I would have a heart attack. I could feel the heat on my face, burning my pale skin with a deep shade of red.
With a smile he backed away, leaving me alone. Slowly my heart began to calm down as well as my breathing. With a light moan of discomfort I decided to take the opportunity look around. This area was beautiful, absolutely amazing. There was a huge oak tree standing tall, taller then any skyscraper I’d ever seen, in front of me. Its branches holding little huts on them, with pillows and blankets hung out of their openings. If I could smile I would have. Bringing my head back down to the ground I looked around some more. There was a small basketball court of some kind, to my left. A raggedy lop sided net tied down to what seemed like some kind of stone ramp. A half pipe with colorful graffiti all over it laid behind the court. I could see a large dining table to my right, with chairs and plates placed all around the table. Various shelves with weapons, toys, and other hand made things cluttering the opened spaces. Sighing, I laid my head back against the chair. There was no point in trying to get out. It was pointless. Rufio made sure I’d have no way of escaping. Not until this Pan person got a hold of me. My heart beat picked up its pace as I began thinking. What is this guy is worse then Rufio? He was willing to kill me but spared me. What if Pan won't? What if they kill me in cold blood? Growling I shook my head. It was silly to think of those kinds of thoughts. All they do is cause trouble.
“It’s Peter!” I heard one of the many boy screamed pointing to the sky. I looked up, but saw nothing, just the same things I’ve been looking at for god only knows how long.
“He’s Back! Peters Back!” More yelled, their small bodies coming into view from behind things and out of shadows. They were jumping up and down, all of them pointing upward. Furrowing my brow, I looked up into the sky once more, and sure enough there was a boy. Flying. I blinked a few more times, I must be dreaming. This just couldn’t be real. People don’t fly! The boy landed his arms on his waist, and his back turned towards me as various boys surrounded him. Jumping with excitement as they just repeated his name over and over again.
“Did you get more stories Peter?” One boy asked. The boy, who I assumed was Peter, nodded his head vigorously. His short dirty blonde hair flying around his head.
“You know I did!” He replied his hands placed on his hips. I wanted to grab his attention, but fear struck me as my earlier thought came back to me and I couldn’t move or make a sound of any kind. I was paralyzed. My eyes wide in disbelief as a large glow of yellow light appeared right in front of my face. Blinking a few times I stared into the face of a small woman. Her hair was a golden blonde, and her eyes a deep blue. She didn’t say anything just flew back to Peter and yanked on his hair. “Not now Tinkerbell.” he shushed her, waving his hand around his head as he continued on with his story. I furrowed my brow. Tinkerbell, where have I heard that name before? Memories flashed though my head like a movie. Katie, the old dusty book. Peter Pan. My eyes opened wide. Peter Pan? I began to struggle against the chair grunting and moaning as loud as I could. “What Tink?!” he yelled as he turned to look at her. She flew back towards me. Peter's face now pinched in confusion and anger as he ran towards me. Quickly he took off my gag, followed by slicing off the bonds that restrained me to that chair. Standing, I rubbed my wrists. “Who did this?!” Peter yelled, his long sword stretched out in front of all the boys. They all gasped in unison.
“We-we found her, we thought she was a traitor that Hook sent.” One boy explained, fear all over his face. I could see Peter smirk as he walked up to the young boy, his knife stretching out towards him. “So you did this?” Peter asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. The boy was anything but amused. He just nodded his head gulping loudly. “Then you shall be punished.” Peter mumbled raising his sword above his head. Ready to send it down onto the young boy. My heart raced as I looked at the scared boys face, his eyes closed in terror his shaking body waited for the blow that would no doubt kill him. I couldn’t let that happen. I stepped forward.
“No!” I yelled. Peter stopped mid swing and turned around to look at me. “Don’t hurt him...” I said calmly as I peered at Peter. He smiled and flew towards me, stopping just a few inches away from me. His green eyes peering into my own as he grinned.
“If it wasn’t him that did this to you, then who?” He questioned. I crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes scanning the area. Six faces stuck out to me amongst the other boys. I looked at each one of their guilty faces. I could turn them in, but that didn’t seem like a nice thing to do. They were just boys anyways, they didn’t know any better. But then my eyes fell in Rufio, as he leaned against a ledge. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on me with a smirk on his face. I squinted my eyes at the boy. Turning back to Peter I opened my mouth to tattle on Rufio but when I tried to say his name, nothing come out. I just couldn’t tattle on him. Something was telling me not to. Sighing I shook my head.
“It doesn’t matter, no one needs to be punished. I’m fine.” I said to Peter as I ran my fingers though my long brown hair. Peter gave me a confused look before shrugging his shoulders. He was about to turn back around but I grabbed his arm gently. “Where are we?” I asked. He just smiled triumphly.
“Never Ever Land of course!” He announced flying up into the air spinning in circles. I looked at him in shock. Neverland? Like in the stories? But they were just stories! Silly little stories for kids. None of it was real. There was no Peter Pan, no Wendy, John, or Michael and definitely no Tinkerbell.
“That’s ridiculous!” I yelled, stopping Peter in his tracks. Slowly he floated down to the ground.
“What do you mean?” He asked his head titled to the side. I rolled my eyes at him. How could one boy be so, so, clueless?
“Neverland isn’t real, it’s a story. In a book.” I explained. He smiled again, his white teeth shining in the bright sun. I furrowed my brow at the boy. Why would he smile? There was nothing to smile about!
“So you’ve heard stories about me?!” He replied. I just stared at him. With a sigh I shook my head. There was no reasoning with this boy. Whatever I said that boy wouldn’t take me seriously. He was just that, a boy. I read the story enough to know that. “What did you say your name was?” He asked with a smile, I couldn’t help but smile back. He was just too cute not to smile at.
“Charlie.” I answered him. He nodded his head and turned around.
“Lost boys!” He yelled loudly, flying up so they could all see him. “This is Charlie she will be staying here with us, and going on adventures, and telling all kinds of stories!” He yelled. There was a moment of silence before all the boys before me screamed with delight and ran towards me. The first ones to get to me wrapped their arms around my waist.
“Will you tell me a story?!” One yelled. I opened my mouth to answer, but I was cut off by another kid.
“Do you like bugs!?” He screamed.
“My names Slightly!” one yelled, a hat the looked like a fox on his head.
“I’m Cubby!” The chubby one said, with cute little bear ears on his head.
“Play with us!” Two little boys yelled, raccoon ears on their head.
“Come on Charlie! Play with us!” They all screamed in unison. I opened my mouth shocked. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a bunch of screaming kids bombarding you with hugs?
“I-um-ok?” I answered not sure of myself. I needed help.
“This is stupid!” Someone yelled from a ledge. The place grew silent as we all looked up, trying to find the source of the voice. A scowl formed on my face as I saw red and black.
“She’s a girl! Girls can’t be lost boys!” He yelled back, half of the boys hollered a yeah, agreeing with him while the other half stayed quite. Peter flew upward, floating opposite of Rufio.
“Who said?” He questioned with a smile. I looked back over at Rufio his face twisted in anger.
“Girls are weak! They can’t even fight.” He countered. I was appalled. For a little boy he was pretty damn sexist!
“Then we teach her.” Peter said with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. I gave him a shocked face. Slowly, I smiled, crossing my arms over my chest. Rufio just glared at me before stomping off defeated.
After what felt like hours of playing basketball, tag, and hide and go seek, it was safe to say I was tired. With a sigh I slumped down into the chair. Today’s been a weird day. Fist I’m kidnapped, tied to a chair and called a traitor. Then I meet the one and only Peter Pan, played with the lost boys, and even made an enemy, Rufio. His face popped into my head and I sighed. I didn’t understand him. What did I do to make him hate me? Was it me? Or was it that he just hated all girls equally? Before I could ponder my thoughts any further something popped out at me from behind my chair. Screaming I jumped up, my hand over my heart as I stood. Turning I found Peter, laughing very loudly at me. I furrowed my brow at him.
“Peter!” I yelled, but my voice fell on deaf ears. Rolling my eyes I crossed my arms over my chest, a smile creeping onto my face.
“Hey Charlie, do you know how to sword fight?” He asked, his laughter stopping as quickly as it had started. I cocked my head to the side, that was an odd question to ask a
girl you just met merely hours ago.
“Um, no” I replied. My eyes opening wide at his bright smile. I watched as he flew off some were and returned with a sword.
“Good, I’ll teach you.” He paused tossing the large sword down to me, I stepped back my heart racing as it hit the ground right in front of me. With a confused glance I stepped forwards picking the sword up and holding it up to my face. Before I could fully prepare, the crashing of metal on metal echoed throughout the lost boys home, followed by a high pitched scream as pain shot thought my arm.
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