Confessions of a Lost Girl (Peter Pan fanfic)

Chapter 23

Talia's POV---

That night, I lay on my back, staring up at the canvas top of the tent. I looked over at Peter, and he was asleep on his side, facing me. I smiled at his sleeping form. His handsome face looked calm in sleep. His eyelids were closed, but his eyes were moving beneath them.

He was dreaming. I hope it's a good dream.

I slip quietly from the tent, and go outside. The dying embers of the bonfire glow softly in the fire pit. the Lost Boys are sleeping in sleeping bags, and Felix is leaning against a tree, slumped over in sleep. I roll my eyes, but leave him there. He's supposed to be on watch.

Calypso and Tiger Lily had returned to the Indian camp, Tinker Bell had gone back to her treehouse. I noticed Felix would visit her often. I'm glad. I knew Tink had an interest in him from the beginning.

Ariel was still here, not really knowing whether she should return to the water or not. I knew Ashton was the only thing holding her here, Peter had told me everything that had happened while I was gone.

I looked up at the sky, into the endless depths of the black night sky, with the beautiful stars dotting the blackness.

I lay on my back, staring up at the sky. I breath the fresh Neverland air. The last thing I remember is the beautiful night sky before I fall asleep again.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of voices talking and the fire crackling. I open my eyes, and sit up. I smooth my hair down as I look around. I'm in the same spot I was in last night when I went to go look at the stars. I feel to hands on my shoulders, and I hear him say, "Why did you go off last night?" His cocky, arrogant, british accented voice. So smooth, but it sends shivers up my spine when I know he's talking to me.

I turn, and his face is barely two inches from mine. I smile, staring down at his lip, and biting my own. "I wanted to look at the stars." I say simply. He nods, and presses his forehead to mine. "I missed you when I woke up." He says. I roll my eyes, and push away from him. "It must have taken you less than five minutes before you walked out of the tent and saw me!" I say, walking towards the path leading to the east side of the island.

I feel a tug on my left wrist, and suddenly, I'm being carried bridal style by none other than Peter Pan himself. "Ugh, Peter!" I say, rolling my eyes and punching him in the chest. It probably didn't hurt that much, but still. He smirks. "I bet that hurt you more than it hurt me." I glare at him. "Ugh!" I exclaim, and cross my arms.

Suddenly, Tink comes onto the path, Felix following close behind her. "Peter! Talia!" Tink was waving a piece of paper in her hand as she came running down the path. Peter let go of my legs, and I came down, planting my feet on the dusty ground. "What is it Tink?" I ask. She and Felix stop abruptly in front of us. "I found this in my tree house. There was a knife stabbed through it, onto my table." She crosses her arms. "There's a damn mark on it." She mumbled.

Felix rubbed her shoulder. "But you like fixing things, right?" He asked. She looked at him, and rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, but still....."

I didn't hear the rest of their conversation, I was to busy reading and rereading the piece of paper.

I want a proper fight.

Meet me on the Jolly Roger in five days.

I will get my fight, one way or another.

-J H

I grit my teeth. "The nerve of that effing..." I trailed off as Peter glanced at me. He grit his teeth, similar to what I was doing. "We need to go fight him in five days." I say. "Or he'll bring the fight here, home, to the boys." I say. Peter shakes his head. "But what about you?" He asks me, cupping my face with his hands. "I can't lose you again." He says. I ignore what he says, and reply, "It's time to end it Peter. Once and for all. This has to end." I say with as much determination as I can muster.

Peter shakes his vigirously. "No." He says. "I will not, cannot, lose you!" He exclaims. I cross my arms. "Well, what about you? You think I'm not worried about you?" I ask him rhethorically. He opens his mouth to respond, but I beat him to the punch.

"I don't like it either, because I know how dangerous he is. But I'm not telling you you can't go fight the pirates, now am I?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "But this is obviously addressed to me! I have to go, but you don't." I'm getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and I can see Peter is too. "How do you know that? Maybe he was addressing me? Or Felix? Or anybody else, we have no idea because there isn't a bloody name on it!" I yell. "So, instead of tring to narrow it down, we just have to assume he meant all of us!"

"You are so stubborn! Can't you see I'm trying to protect you?!" Peter screams back. I throw my hands into the air. "I don't need protecting! I lived just fine on the mean streets of London for several years before coming here! Do not underestimate me! Do not get the illusion that I need protecting anymore than you do!" I screech.

Peter throws his hands up in the air in exasperation. "I don't need protecting!"

"My point exactly!"

"But you do, you do need protecting!" He yells back.

"And why am I so different from everyone else!?" I yell back.

He kicks the tree beside him, and roars back, "Because you have absolutely no care about your life whatsoever! You just go diving into things, trying to be noble, trying to be selfless, trying to save everyone, but you have absolutely no concern for your life! Do you ever even stop to think what would happen if you died? The consequences it would cause on everyone here?! On Tink? On Tiger Lily, or Calypso, or Felix, or ME?!" He screamed, punching the tree beside him and giving it a good, hard kick.

"Don't you care about me?!"

We all stare at him in shook as he puts his right arm up against the tree he had been abusing a few moments ago. He presses his forehead against the rough bark of the tree and sighs, slamming his other hand against the tree.

"Of course I care about you! And Tink, and Tiger Lily, and Calypso and Felix and EVERYONE!" I scream back. "That's why I want to help!!" Tears prick at the edges of my eyes. I turn my head away. "I just want to help." I whisper. 

Peter looks at me, his eyes blazing. "You can't help! Don't! You've helped already! You'll just get yourself killed!!"

My hands curl into fists, and I glare at him. "Even if I die, do you think it'll be because of something stupid, like jumping right into Hook's killing stroke? No! I won't just 'get myself killed'! No! I refuse to believe I can't be of any help!" I scream back.

Peter is facing me now, his face red with anger.

"You can't go fight!"

"Says who?!" 

"Says me!!" 

"You can't control me! You're not the boss of me!!!"

"You think you can do these things, but you just can't! You can't go fight in the war, and that's that!!"

"No! I  won't just be some helpless housewife sitting back here in the camp! What do you suggest I do? Crotchet some doilies for you so that you can use it to wipe up your blood after the fighting?!"

"There! Now you've got a new hobby too!"

I throw my hands up in the air in frustration.

"You can't lock me up in some cage Peter Pan!!" I screech.

He growls at me. "I can't be with you go into that fight! You're too much of a liability!!" He yells.

My eyes widen, and my mouth parts slightly. I gasp in shook and hurt.

His hands slap his mouth, and his eyes widen. "Talia..." He takes a step forward. 

I back away from him, my eyes still wide. "If I'm such a liability...." I trail off, and slip the bangle off my wrist.  "Then I guess we can't be together."

I throw the bangle back at him with as much force as I can muster, and take off into the woods, tears streaming down my face.

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Peter's POV---

I freeze, watching as she runs away from me.

 I pick up her bracelet. 

I take a knife from my belt, and throw it at the tree from before. It sinks until the middle of the blade. I yell in frustration, and fall to my knees. "What have I done?" I whisper, tears falling into the dirt.

I pick up the white bangle and brush off the dirt. I curl my fist around the bracelet. 

I have to fix this.

 A/N---

 I'M SO SORRY I MADE THEM FIGHT!!!!!

I hate having them fight, but they were just getting along WAAAAAAAY to well to be a real couple, you know? Since they have such similar personalities, competative, tough, fiery, etc. etc., they should be having their disagreements, right?

Anyways, I really like this chapter, even if it IS really short, by my standards. 

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