Memories Of Pixie Dust (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Part 4

Carter's POV

We carefully climb down a cliff to a cave I used to hide in. We are half way down when Peter slips and falls. I grab his hand and stab my sword into the cliff.

"UGH! You're so heavy!" I shout at him in a whisper.

"I can't grab onto the cliff, its too smooth" he scream whispers at me.

"Stab your swords into the cliff, it'll keep you in." I say. He does so and he continue down.

We then reach the bottom and i grab his hand bringing him down into a hidden rock cave. It's still full of maps of the stars and sky. I take a deep breath in remember helping Bealfire escape and staying behind so he could be able to live the great life I know he would. He never found out that I never made it out with him. I escaped 12 years after him, but I'm just glad he's safe. Peter was my first kiss since Bealfire and Pan back when I was 11, 12, and 13. I still remember how Bealfire's lips felt on mine. As Peter looks around amazed, I close my eyes and place two of my fingers softly remembering how it went and felt.

- Flash Back Cater's POV

Bealfire helped me out of the mini prison I was in. He carried me bridal style through the jungle into a cave hidden in the rocks.

"Carter? Are you OK?" He asked as he put me down onto a smooth surface.

"I am now" I smile at him as we embrace each other into a hug.

"Why would Pan do that to you?" He frowns clenching his jaw.

"To get to you." I say. I look away from his warm concerned brown eyes. Tears form in my eyes as I remember what Pan did to me and what he was going to do to Bealfire.

"Hey, its OK." He sus as he gently grabs my chin so I can look at him.

"No its not! He wants to hurt you!" I scream.

"The only way he can hurt me is by killing you, and we both know he wouldn't do that."

"He cut, hit, and whipped me." I say biting my lip to keep from crying.

"Don't cry, that's what he wants." I look up at him tears streaming down my face.

"Hey, let's cleanse patch up your wounds." He smiles warmly. He kisses my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, and where my tears were. I smile st him. We stare into each other's eyes and we both lean in. His soft lips press against mine. Our lips start moving in sync. He puts his hand on my waist to hold me close and the other on my neck. I place my hands on his cheeks, savoring the moment, wanting this kiss to last forever. We pull away for air and I rest my forehead against his. I keep my eyes close replaying that moment over and over. I then look up at him staring into those gorgeous brown orbs of his.

"What was that for?" I ask. He chuckles. "What?"

"Oh nothing."he trails of.

"Tell me"

"Well it's just the fact that you enjoyed it" he winks. I punch his arm.

"Oh great, you're turning into Pan" I chuckle.

"Well my kisses are better, want to know why?"

"Why"

"Because they're out of my Love for you"

- End Of Flash Back

I open my eyes to see Peter fumbling with a lamp Bealfire and I had made. I laugh at intrigued he is with it and he turns around smiling like a little kid then quickly turns back to trying to find out how to get the lamp to work. I walk over to him and grab a box of matches on the table and take the lamp from him. I light the candle and place the other half on top causing the stars to light up.