Cherry and Peter vs Hook

chapter 4

Peter was very stressed with what Wendy and Cherry were telling him. He decided he needed a cool down with something to drown his sorrows with the disappearance with his children. Cherry came in their room with him and looked all around, it was even heartbreaking for her for the loss of her only daughter.

Peter even bent down to the blanket fort Wendy and Maggie made and took out the homemade parachute. Peter went to the window and looked out it, feeling down on his luck and gulping down his drink. Suddenly, a glowing ball was coming toward him, making him go back nervously and feel nervous.

"Cherry, run!" Peter cried.

"I never run, what's wrong?" Cherry asked, putting down her now empty wine glass. She turned to see the glowing ball as well.

The ball ran in and around the room, nearly knocking down the picture frames and lamp.

"Firefly from Hell." Peter murmured. He kept trying to dodge the ball, thinking it was a mutated, bothersome insect. He even tried to strike it with a rolled up newspaper.

Cherry looked closer at the 'bug'. She then realized it wasn't a bug, only Peter didn't know that for sure. "That's no bug, she's a fairy!"

"A fairy?" Peter looked at her, then was hit with his own paper as the glowing ball got a hold of it and hit him. Peter grunted in pain and fell back into one of the children's' beds.

The glowing ball stopped glowing and was revealed truly to not be a bug, but a fairy like Cherry said. "Oh, it IS you! A big you." she floated over to Peter as he lay in the bed, nervously. "It's not bad that you're big. You were always bigger than me. Maybe you'll be twice as much fun."

"MOIRA!" Peter shouted.

The fairy kept dancing and sprouting around.

Cherry went to her. "It's no use, he doesn't remember..."

"He doesn't remember?" the fairy turned to her.

"Cherry, don't talk to that thing... It can't be good..." Peter muttered, slipping on his glasses. "You ARE a little...f..."

"Fairy." the creature clarified, surprised that he didn't remember her. "Also a pixie, and less is more there's no and to me, Peter Pan."

"Banning." Peter corrected.

"Pan." Cherry and the fairy corrected.

"Banning."

"Whoever you are, it's you," the fairy told him. "Only one person has that smell."

"Smell?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Peter, this is Tinker Bell, she's your best friend and a fairy. She gives us faith, trust and pixie dust." Cherry explained.

"She's right, Peter," the fairy, Tinker Bell, started to glow as she told her story to the now grown-up man. "The smell of someone who's ridden the back of the wind, the smell of fun summers or sleeping in trees, adventures with Indians and pirates. The world was ours. We could do everything or anything."

Peter stood up, looking shocked and worried. "Oh, no, it's finally happened. I'm having a nervous breakdown."

"Follow me and all will be well." Tinker Bell grabbed his bow tie.

"Or I'm dying." Peter still was in shock. "I'm heading towards the white light. I've left my body. There's my house down there," he looked down at a doll house. "Oh, my God, where are we going?"

"To save your children of course." Tinker Bell replied.

"How do you know about our kids?" Peter demanded to know.