Only in Neverland (under revision)

In the Words of Moira

We arrived at the wigwams and tepees in twenty minutes at most, where a large crowd was gathered to welcome us in. They took one look at Peter, recognizing him and knowing he was harmed, lifted him from my arms. Everyone there seemed very charming, but I couldn't trust people that easily. My father had taught me well enough that the world can be filled with horrid people. But I suppose that this isn't the world I know. Either way I stayed right on their tail the entire time they were with Peter. Finally they came to a stop in front of an elderly looking male. His eyes were closed as Peter's limp body was laid on the ground in front of him. He opened his eyes and he began a healing ceremony and prayer.

The rituals and chants that followed for the next hour must have worked, because we thanked them and left, and when we got back underground, Pan's eyes fluttered open. "Did I defeat it?" he questioned, groggily. 

I hesitated. We would soon be entering a conversation that would most evidently lead to an argument, so I'd give him this one. "I couldn't say, but it did go away, so you tell me."

He smirked, content with his "victory". He then hoisted himself from his spot next to the wall to be propped up against it. That's when Tink struck. Gibberish shot out of her mouth as fairy dust sprayed every where. We all ended up coughing hysterically until she stopped ranting. 

"Angela, I'm going to ask that you please translate whatever she says from this point on," I requested of my sister.

"In that case, will you repeat what you just said?" Angela asked Tinker Bell. 

"For both of us," Peter chimed in. 

Tink began repeating it, in a much calmer fashion, while Angela translated it. "She says, 'Moira says you're childish and that you're a baby... and that you should leave Neverland.' " Peter slowly turned to look up at me, offended and taken aback.

"Not in so many words," I defended myself.

" 'Yes, in so many words.' "

"Now stop that!" I shouted at Tink. "Let us discuss this as mature beings. We can do that, can't we?" I took a deep breath. "I think that if you were to just grow up, it would be best for us all, including yourself."

"And what do you mean? Growing up?" Peter asked.

"Okay, you want my real, unadulterated opinion? Okay, but you are the one that asked for it." I took a deep breath.

"You seem to be happy here, but how should I know that's really what's beneath the surface? I understand that you have trouble conveying your emotions, but I wish right now that you could tell me what you're feeling, because all I know is that you're a boy who ran away from home. You don't think that parents are necessary, but I assure you they are. Without them by your side to nurture you, you wouldn't believe all the tolls it will take on your well being.

"And you don't think you should ever leave Neverland, but the real world is so wonderful most of the time. If you would just forget pride—forget being right—for one moment and come back, you'd see that. You would see that growing up isn't as bad as it's made out to be in your mind. Growing up would do so many great things for you. I guarantee that if you gave it a chance, you wouldn't miss this life. Being as childish as you are has a price. You nearly killed yourself today.

"You need to grow up, Peter."

I let the words sink in and saw the scowl turn into a mix between that and a frown. His forehead creased just slightly and his eyes were glazed over, looking just to the right of my head. 

Then I went in for my final words on the subject. "So, Peter, I'll give you the chance to come with us. You would live with Angela and me, yes you would have to go to school, yes you would eventually have to find an occupation, but you wouldn't have to get married ever. You wouldn't have to have kids of your own... Though you could do both of those things. You think you have the most special adventures here, but just wait until you experience the ones where I live. Friendship, family, a certain happiness when you lend someone a pound, and even love.

"I know the deal. If you don't want to come you'll set up a fairy guide and they'll get us home safely. But you should really... come with. Please."

I turned to walk away. Then stopped, said, "Oh, and we're leaving tomorrow," and continued walking until I was outside. I slowly moved around the tree in circles, feeling feverish and mopey. Soon Angela was there, walking immediately behind me. 

"Gwendy? What's the matter? Is that monkey of a boy in there making you mad?" Angela asked, curiously.

I chortled and turned to face her. I crouched and said, "No, Angela Bean. As much as you hate Peter, he's a friend of mine. I would prefer staying outside tonight—that's all. Go back."

I stood and watched her slide back underground and shortly after continued wandering. I roamed until the sky began to turn shades of navy blue and deep purple, and my eyes were barely kept open. Not sure of where I was going to sleep, I was glad when my tiger showed up. We embraced, like long lost friends and he laid down, while I rested against his silky, deep fur. It was a matter of seconds before I drifted into deep sleep.

A/N: This chapter is a filler, and for that I'm sorry, but I promise you it was entirely necessary.