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Chapter Three - Revelations and Plotting

 

The morning ray stretched lazily across the horizon, spreading its warmth throughout Neverland. Birds chirped happily, showing their appreciation of being waken so beautifully. One particular bird decided that the joy he was feeling was worth sharing and flew in the sky, chirping happily and loudly. He didn't realize that his kind-hearted actions would lead him to an untimely death.

 

BAM!

 

There was loud cheering as the bird fell out of the sky, landing in the water with a dull thud. The cheering was from the pirates of Cannibal Cove. A couple of pirates thought it was appropriate to stick their heads out of the sides of the ship and taunt the dead, floating bird. They laughed, congratulating the pirate that made the shot.

 

“Now, now, shoo,” said an elderly-looking pirate. “Get back to work or the Captain will have your head.”

 

“And who are you to order us, Mr. Smee?” sneered a tall, pimply pirate.

 

Smee puffed out his chest slightly. “I'm the first mate, and I say get back to work or the Captain will have your head.”

 

“Whatever. It's not like Captain Hook does anything other than mope about being bested by Peter Pan,” the pirate responded silently. A gunshot rang through the air and the pirate fell overboard and into the water in the same matter the bird did.

 

“Anybody else share his opinion?” asked a quiet and deadly voice. The crew looked at their captain in fright and shook their heads quickly. “Then get back to work or I'll put my hook in you!”

 

Smee grinned slightly as the crew scattered like roaches. “Captain, are you ready for your shave?” he asked.

 

Captain Hook turned to glare at his first mate before storming back to his quarters. His nostrils flared as he thought of Peter Pan, his life-long nemesis. That stupid boy would get what's coming to him soon—that's what happens when boys are allowed to play the games of man. Pan may have had luck on his side for quite some time, but that time was soon to run out. James Hook smirked as many scenarios danced across his mind.

 

“Smee, report,” Hook demanded as he sat down in his chair. Smee jumped at the sudden command but saluted the captain.

 

“Y-yes sir! According to my very reliable contacts, Pan was seen with a new boy, Captain,” Smee said.

 

“Another Lost Boy?” Hook questioned.

 

“Actually, no Captain. My contact has seen Pan acting strange around this boy. Almost as if he has a—”

 

“Crush,” Hook finished, smirking widely.

 

“Exactly, Captain! Of course, I think it's a ridiculous idea. I mean, Pan like another boy? Not possible!”

 

“Did I ask for your insignificant opinion?” Hook growled. “Even if Pan doesn't have a romantic interest in this new boy, he must have some kind of interest in order for him to be brought here. So, the great Peter Pan does feel something?” He had muttered the last part to himself.

 

“Captain?” Smee asked nervously.

 

“Smee, forget my morning shave. I wish for you to go to Pixie Hollow and bring me Winter Chime. Tell him I require his assistance,” Hook instructed, waving Smee away with his hook. “And Smee? Make sure you don't fail me.”

 

Smee gulped at the silent warning and nodded his head quickly. Without a moment's notice, he hurried out of the captain's quarters. He went to the small row-boat on the side of the ship and hopped on it. Grabbing hold of the rope, he lowered himself down and started rowing to shore. After making sure the boat was securely on the shore, Smee got out and practically ran to Pixie Hollow. He looked around before finding the fairy he was looking for.

 

“Excuse me, Mr. Chime, but Captain Hook would like to have a word with you,” Smee said professionally.

 

The fairy cocked his eyebrow. Hook wanted him? Whatever for? Running his hand through his short white locks, he nodded and stood up before flying away. His grey eyes hardened slightly. Smee was left behind as Winter Chime flew the entire way to Cannibal Cove by himself. The fairy slipped into an open window that led to the captain's quarters. Hook grinned at the fairy.

 

â—¦Winter Chime, so nice to see you,â—¦ he said silkily. The fairy glared at him.

 

â—¦What do you want, Hook?â—¦ Winter Chime growled.

 

â—¦If I were you, I wouldn't speak to my superiors like that,â—¦ Hook said as he buffed his nails. â—¦After all, we wouldn't want little Summer Chime to get hurt, now would we?â—¦

 

â—¦Leave my little sister out of this,â—¦ the fairy said, his voice laced with fear and fury.

 

â—¦Relax, I won't hurt her. Well, unless you disobey my orders,â—¦ Hook said. â—¦I require your assistance once more.â—¦

 

â—¦What is it?â—¦

 

â—¦As you're well aware, I have yet to discover the whereabouts of my nemesis Peter Pan,â—¦ Hook began. â—¦Your task is to find and get close to the fairy that travels with him, Tinker Bell. And while you're at it, dig up some information on Pan's latest companion.â—¦

 

Winter Chime nodded his head and left the same way he came. Hook grinned devilishly. Pan would get what's coming to him. He'd make sure of it.

 

***

 

Harry stretched languidly and sighed contentedly. He felt safe and warm, something that was very unusual for him. Opening his bright green eyes, he noticed that he was on the inside of the house that Peter had the Lost Boys build for him. Sitting up, he looked at his surroundings in amazement. He only really had room to sleep in, but that was fine with him. It was beautiful, unlike his cupboard. Harry got up and crawled out of the house. He immediately went to the tree, and after looking around, entered the hideout. Harry was amazed that noise hadn't assaulted his ears yet. Looking around, he found Peter sleeping in a corner. In another corner were the Lost Boys. They were all draped over each other sound asleep.

 

Harry walked over to where Peter was sleeping and grinned slightly. He didn't quite understand why if his stomach felt like it was doing flip flops everytime he was around the other boy. Harry decided he didn't want to wake them up. He grinned brightly when he realized that this was his chance to pay Peter back for all the times he's helped him. He could make breakfast for all of them, but the only problem was he didn't know where he could get ingredients.

 

â—¦You're awake, Harry?â—¦

 

Harry squealed and jumped up. Whirling around, he put a hand to his heart when he realized that it was only Tinker Bell. She giggled at him and began talking, but he couldn't understand a word of whatever she was saying.

 

“I'm sorry; I don't understand you.”

 

Tinker Bell had a strong sense of déjà vu. Looking around, she found the small pocket knife Peter always had with him. Using it to cut her hand, she ignored Harry's cry of alarm and motioned for him to drink the blood she had to offer. He seemed to understand what she was trying to tell him, but he shook his head in the negative. Tinker Bell sighed in annoyance and flew to him with speed she hadn't displayed before. Harry gasped and she took the opportunity to stick her hand in his mouth. His eyes widened at the sugary taste before he pulled away.

 

â—¦Oh my god, are you okay? Why did you do that?â—¦ he cried out.

 

â—¦That was so that you could understand me. I meant to do it yesterday, but you were gone and I didn't have the chance. Don't worry, dear. This is what all fairies do to make humans understand us.â—¦ Tinker Bell smiled at him. â—¦Now, what are you doing awake at this ungodly hour?â—¦

 

â—¦Oh. Well, I was awake and they weren't. I wanted to cook them breakfast as a way to say thank you, but I don't know where to get anything that I'll be needing,â—¦ Harry explained. Tinker Bell seemed to go into thought before she snapped her fingers.

 

â—¦Why don't I go get the things you need? I know Neverland better,â—¦ she offered.

 

â—¦That would be great! I'll need some eggs, and I'll need something to cook them on. Like a flat stone or something. Oh, and I'll need firewood since you don't have a stove,â—¦ Harry rambled. Tinker Bell giggled.

 

â—¦Aw, you're so cute! I'll be right back with those things,â—¦ she said before flying away, grinning at Harry's adorable flush. She hurriedly used her fairy magic to create a bag that had a nearly endless bottom and would remain light and easy to carry no matter what was put in. Tinker Bell gathered many eggs for Harry to cook and the firewood and stone for him to cook breakfast. Satisfied that she had enough things, Tinker Bell began to fly back to the hideout. Unfortunately, she failed to notice another fairy flying in the direction opposite of her. He didn't seem to notice her either, and they inevitably crashed together. Tinker Bell cried out as she nearly dropped her things and almost fell from the sky.

â—¦Watch it,â—¦ the other fairy growled, rubbing his head where a large bump was forming.

â—¦Excuse me?â—¦ Tinker Bell said incredulously. â—¦I do believe you are the one that needs to watch it. Haven't you ever heard of chivalry?â—¦

â—¦Chivalry is dead,â—¦ the fairy retorted. He looked Tinker Bell over, his brow furrowing slightly. â—¦What's your name?â—¦

Tinker Bell glared at him. â—¦It's polite to introduce one's self before asking the name of another.â—¦

â—¦Right, of course. My name is Winter Chime. I'm very sorry for nearly knocking you over, miss. It hasn't been a very good day, and I nearly forgot the manners my mother taught me.â—¦ The fairy bowed slightly. Tinker Bell recognized the formal apology and put her things down on a nearby branch. She then curtsied.

â—¦Your apology is accepted. I am also sorry for snapping. It was un-ladylike. My name is Tinker Bell. I am pleased to meet you.â—¦

Tinker Bell thought she saw something akin to shock flicker in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it had come. Winter Chime grinned at her and nodded his head. A pale hand scratched the back of his hand nervously.

â—¦Tinker Bell, huh? Well, I do believe I've heard you before. Aren't you the fairy that travels with Peter Pan?â—¦

â—¦Yes, I am. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've somewhere to be.â—¦ Tinker Bell went to leave but Winter Chime blocked her. â—¦What are you doing?â—¦

â—¦I'm sorry, miss, but I was wondering if sometime you'd perhaps like to go to one of the dances at Pixie Hollow with me tomorrow.â—¦

Tinker Bell's face took on a pink hue. â—¦Are you asking me out?â—¦ she gasped.

â—¦Yes,â—¦ Winter Chime smirked, â—¦I am.â—¦

â—¦I don't know. I might be busy.â—¦

â—¦Well, if you can attend, I'll be at Pixie Hollow. Good day, my fair lady.â—¦

Tinker Bell watched as Winter Chime flew away, her face going from pink to red. That was extremely weird. First, the fairy bumped into her. Then, he growled at her before switching moods and being polite. Was there a chemical imbalance in his brain? Tinker Bell searched her memory for what the humans called that condition. Shaking her head, Tinker Bell grabbed the bag still hanging from the tree and flew to the hideout. Harry jumped up when she entered the hideout and smiled widely.

â—¦Did you find everything?â—¦ he asked, taking the bag from her.

â—¦Of course I did, Harry dear,â—¦ she replied mentally squealing at the blush that spread over his face. Almost immediately, the memory of meeting Winter Chime was pushed to the back of her mind.

â—¦Great.â—¦

Tinker Bell watched as Harry set everything up and began cooking breakfast. â—¦Where did you learn to cook, Harry dear?â—¦

â—¦Oh. Well, I cooked for my relatives a lot. Everyday, actually.â—¦

Tinker Bell decided not to ask further because Harry looked so sad when he said it. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in his very petite frame. Tinker Bell was a lot older than she looked and she spent a long time observing the human world. She had seen a lot of good and a lot of bad. It didn't really take a genius to figure out that wherever Harry had come from, he was being mistreated. But, to what extent? Tinker Bell knew Peter must have sensed something was wrong, but probably decided not to press it any further for the same reason she didn't.

â—¦Harry dear, that smells absolutely wonderful!â—¦ Tinker Bell exclaimed. â—¦Goodness me, you should always cook.â—¦

Harry blushed furiously at the compliment of his food (first compliment ever!). â—¦Thank you,â—¦ Harry said, placing the scrambled eggs on clean stones he had found. The smell of food wafted throughout the hideout, awakening the sleeping Lost Boys and Peter.

"Something smells great," Curly said, practically salivating.

"Yeah, something smells delicious. Me first!!" Slightly exclaimed. This caused the other Lost Boys to fight over who got a piece of whatever deliciousness the smell was coming from first. Harry's eyes widened as he saw this.

"SHUT UP, BLOCKHEADS!" Peter yelled, causing everything to fall silent. "Now, if you had looked at the table, you would have noticed there's enough for everybody to have at the same time. Now, tell Harry `thank you' for cooking our lovely breakfast."

"Thank you for cooking us breakfast, Harry," the Lost Boys said with practiced unison.

Harry turned even redder. "Y-you're welcome," he stuttered out.

Everybody hurriedly took their seats and dug into the simple breakfast Harry had made. The Lost Boys groaned with delight as their taste buds practically exploded. They dug in as if they haven't eaten in days. Harry ate his food slowly, as did Peter.

"You should cook for us all the time," Peter said, laughing loudly.

"Should I? I wasn't sure if anybody would like it, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me here and getting me a house and new clothes and teaching me how to fight," Harry responded, grinning shyly at Peter.

"You don't have to thank me, Harry. I wanted to do those things for you." Peter was so serious when he said that that all Harry could do was nod his head and continue eating his breakfast.

Tinker Bell watched with slight jealousy. She was so happy for Harry and Peter, but she wanted something like that. Her mind immediately brought back the memory of meeting Winter Chime and she almost choked on her food. She couldn't possibly think he was going to be the one for her.

`Why not?' her inner fairy questioned.

`He was quite rude when we met.' Tinker Bell's argument sounded weak even to her.

`That may be so, but he apologized and asked you out. Isn't that redemption enough?' her inner fairy countered.

`Well, I can't possibly go to Pixie Hollow! What if Peter and Harry need me?'

`Relax, they won't need you. They need each other. Now, you're going to go to Pixie Hollow tomorrow night, and you are going to dance all night long with Winter Chime. No arguments.'

Tinker Bell nervously finished her food. Should she listen to her inner fairy? It's always been very helpful. Maybe she would go to Pixie Hollow. Maybe.

Harry frowned slightly as he laid down in his house. He just couldn't understand why his heart always skipped a beat around Peter. He didn't understand why Peter always made him smile or why he blushed when in close proximity. He was supposed to be a boy-not a girl! Only girls did this stuff. They liked to look at boys and do weird things with their eyes. Maybe when all girls reach a certain age, they all get some eye disease? They should see a doctor so their eyelashes don't continuously open and close like that. Harry absentmindedly wondered if the condition was serious.

Harry's mind eventually wondered back to Peter. He smiled slightly at the thought of the other boy that took him away from life at the Dursleys. His heart soared and Harry had to bury his face in his hands. Taking deep breathes, he calmed himself. When Harry took his hands away from his face, Peter was looking down at him worriedly. Harry let out a shriek of surprise, rolling to move out from under Peter. Instead, he managed to knock Peter's hands, causing the taller boy to fall on top of him. Harry squealed and wiggled out.

"I'm so sorry, Peter!" he exclaimed, moving to help the boy.

"Don't worry about it Harry. It was my fault for scaring you. It's just that I knocked and you didn't answer. I got kinda worried," Peter replied, smiling sheepishly. Harry smiled back and laughed a little.

"Sorry; I got lost in thought. So, what did you want?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to fly with me," Peter said. He had an uncharacteristic slight flush on his face. Luckily for him, Harry didn't notice.

"Oh, sure! I love flying," the smaller boy replied. He stood up and dusted himself before exiting the house with Peter following closely. Together, they took off into the air. Harry relished in the air hitting his face as they flew all around Neverland. Peter watched Harry out of the corner of his eye. The smaller boy looked so care free. So happy. The only time Peter saw him happy when he was in his world was when he was gardening. Harry was always so relaxed when he was in that garden. Peter would always watch him pull weeds and plant flowers. It was kind of therapeutic.

Peter would stay and watch Harry until Harry had to go back into the house. The ugly woman or the ugly man who are now known as Harry's relatives would call him inside to make dinner. The moment would be lost, Harry would look sad and dejected, and Peter would feel anger bubbling inside him. Those stupid relatives of his would take away his happiness, and Peter vowed to one day get revenge for Harry.

Of course, while Peter would be examining Harry, he couldn't help but notice the similarities and differences between them. He still remembered his parents, despite the fact that once in Neverland, your memories of past experiences were supposed to drift away. Peter remembered a time when he thought his family was the greatest. He had loved the way they always spent time together. He had looked up to his father then. But, things eventually changed. Society for Purebloods began to change and for the worst. Spending time together became a thing associated with Muggles, and that was looked down upon. Peter was forced to watch his father become colder and more distant, and his mother become quieter and more docile. He didn't like it. His father also became more concerned with climbing the corporate ladder and having the most power.

The values that had been instilled in Peter since he was three were abruptly taken from him. Instead, society demanded that the husbands be the supreme power in the household, the wives obey their husband's every whim, and the children to take after their parents. Despite that fact, Peter absolutely refused to follow in his father's footsteps and grow up. By doing so, he refused to follow the same man his father followed. Peter no longer cared since he never had to grow up. Looking at Harry, he realized that he wanted the other boy to stay by his side for forever. He liked having Harry around. Whenever he was with Harry, he felt instinct take over. It felt like Harry was supposed to be here in Neverland with him.

"Are you alright, Peter?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yeah, sorry. Lost in thought," Peter said apologetically. Harry smiled in understanding and their fly together came to an end. They returned to Harry's little house.

"I had a really nice time, Peter," Harry said softly, smiling widely at the taller boy.

"I'm glad. We should fly every night. And maybe Tinker Bell can come with us next time."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Well, goodnight Peter."

Peter watched as Harry went into his house. He grinned like a fool and went into the hideout. Tinker Bell seemed to look at him knowingly, but he ignored her. Going to his corner, Peter laid down and fell into a peaceful slumber.

Whilst Peter and Harry were sleeping, Hook was on the prowl. With Smee at his side, they snuck into the Indian Camp and made their way towards Princess Tiger Lily's teepee. They found it with no problem and quickly covered her mouth with a cloth. Princess Tiger Lily remained sleeping, and Smee picked her up. They hurriedly left the Indian Camp before the Chief could wake up (though they doubted it because the Chief was such a heavy sleeper) and made their way to Skull Rock. Smee quickly tied the princess up and left her on the rowboat where she slept soundly.

"Now, all we have to do is make sure Pan gets the message," Hook sneered. "Surely he wouldn't leave a dear friend to die for him."

"Right you are, Captain! But how can we deliver the message? We don't know where Pan lives!" Smee exclaimed.

"I know that, you fool!" Hook yelled. "Pan frequents Mermaid Lagoon. You go there and leave a note. Now!"

"Y-yes Captain. Right away, Captain." Smee looked at the sleeping princess on the rowboat. "Um, Captain, how do I get back to shore?"

"Swim for all I care! Just go deliver the blasted note!"

Frightened, Smee nodded and babbled needlessly before going to perform his task. Hook sighed irritably and rubbed his temples. He should just kill Smee, but the man did have some uses. He used his hook to lightly caress his left forearm. Hook's eyes narrowed slightly. His tattoo had dimmed considerably a long, long time ago. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't get out of this blasted place to see what had happened to the most powerful man in all of the worlds. When he killed Pan, he would leave Neverland and help his master restore his power. Then he would help kill whoever did it to him. Hook smirked slightly before his head snapped towards the princess. She was starting to wake up.

Now, his plans could begin.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. My computer deleted the chapter, and the internet wasn't working. Apparently when my computer was moved, the wire connecting it short-circuited making it have a very weak signal. It's fixed now, thank God, and updates should be regular once more. Thanks to everybody who reviewed and enjoys my story. If you find any mistakes, please let me know. There shouldn't be any, but you never know. This story is outlined for an estimated nine chapters. The sequel is definitely going to be longer ((about twenty chapters)) so I hope you enjoy it. Reviews would be nice.