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She walked to the door mentally kicking herself for not thinking of trying the door. She opened it to find Jonathan standing there with something that looked like soup and bread. Jonathan looked a lot cleaner than he had the last time she had seen him.
"Hi Sky, I brought you your dinner," he said kindly. "I hope you don't mind. It isn't that great but the bread tastes fine."
She glared at him; she pulled up the bottom of her tank top just enough for him to see the concealed dagger that was hidden there. "Thank you Jonathan. Would you like to come in for a while?" She had decided that she should be nice to him at least for now because he had brought her food, and she was the one that held the weapon.
Jonathan smiled a bit and walked through the door she held open he put the tray of food on her bedside table. "I can't stay for long but once everyone has settled into bed I will come back," Jonathan said quietly. "And just for the record Sky I liked you too. I liked…" he stopped. "I like you a lot." He was about half a foot taller than her but he bent down and kissed her on the lips. Skylar's hand flew to the dagger almost unintentionally but then she realized that she liked kissing him. He stopped, "I will be back for you." He left without another word.
Skylar sat down thinking about what had just happened. This had been what she had wanted since she had met him in school to be with him, going out and kissing. But then she saw him on the deck earlier that day and she had hated him. When she got the time to actually think about it she realized that she didn't hate him, she liked him even more. "I guess this won't be so bad if I have Jonathan with me," she said aloud. She picked up the bread and ate it quietly.
It seamed like hours before anyone knocked on the door. Skylar checked the dagger just incase it wasn't Jonathan and answered the door.
The person at the door wasn't Jonathan but a hooded figure that was a teenager by the looks of him. Skylar pulled out the dagger and flashed it in front of the teens face dangerously. "You really don't want to be doing that," the teenage boy laughed. His laugh was like a musical melody. Skylar found that is was positively contagious.
"Where is Jonathan and who the hell are you?" Skylar asked rapidly. The youth towered over her like Jonathan but he was a few inches taller. "I asked you a question." Skylar tried to look at the boy's face but it was in the shadow of the hood that connected to the cloak he wore.
"Jonathan is fine he sent me to retrieve you," the boy claimed. "He is with Hook at the moment keeping the lot of them busy so that I could slip in here and rescue you. You must fallow me and make as little noise as possible. Jonathan will join us when it is easiest for him to disappear. Now come." He pulled her along behind him. "Let's talk no longer until we are of this retched pirate ship."
They walked up to the deck. "How are we getting to the island?" Skylar asked quietly so that only the boy could hear her.
"Well what is the easiest way there? Flying of course," the boy said cockily. They were on the starboard side of the ship. "Now when I say three jump," he said as he climbed onto the railing. Skylar did the same. "One, Two, Three." They both jumped. Skylar was free falling to the crashing waves bellow and the boy with the hooded cloak was no were to be seen.
Skylar was about to hit the waves when someone grasped her hand. A since of weightlessness washed over her, she looked to her right to see a handsome boy with golden blond hair and luminescent green eyes. He was holding her hand tightly. By his face he looked around sixteen or seventeen.
"I guess you have figured out who I am by now," the boy spoke arrogantly. "Jonathan told me you were intelligent and you would be able to figure it out.
"You… You are Peter… Pan," Skylar said in awe.
"Ah you are a smart one," Peter teased.
Skylar didn't care that he was making fun of her; she was flying like she had dreamed with the boy she had always imagined flying with. There was one thing not right about this situation and it confused Skylar. "How come you look like your seventeen? I thought you were supposed to be a youngster," she inquired.
"Good question." Peter laughed again. "I can grow older if I want well I can look older if I want," he answered. They were already at the island. "Now I will take you to my tree house but you can't see it until we get there. So put this on." He handed her a wide hair band. "Come, come over your eyes I don't want Hook to be able to steal your memories and find where I live." He smiled flashing his perfect white teeth. He had defiantly turned out to be what she had hoped for.
Skylar silently put the hair band over her eyes and waited. "So Skylar is it? Well that is an interesting name, Skylar. What does it mean?"
Skylar's heart did flip-flops when he said her name. "I means eternal life, strength, love and beauty. It is American-English." Skylar smiled in spite of herself. He liked her name.
"Interesting. Well here we are, watch your footing." They dropped to the ground. Peter let go of her hand and the weightlessness she had felt before was gone. Peter pulled the hair band from over her eyes. They stood in a quaint house like tree completely different from what she saw in the movies. "You like it?" he asked as if he needed her approval.
"It is wonderful," Skylar said quietly. "Where are all the lost boys and Tinkerbell?"
"The lost boys are asleep you can meet them in the morning. As for Tink she is flying around somewhere." Peter said proudly as if he had made this home just for her. "Tink come here please I'd like you to meet someone," he called out.
Skylar could hear the tinkle of bells before she saw the ball of light and at the ball came closer she could make out a fairy. The fairy was no bigger than her hand from her middle finger to the edge of her palm. She looked similar to the fairy in the real life 'Peter Pan' movie but more life like. "Tink I would like you to meet Skylar."
Tinkerbell flew over to Skylar inspecting her from head to foot. She turned to Peter and said something in her fairy way of speaking. Peter just laughed.
"Tink likes you better than your grandmother." Peter said musically. "Now you must be tired. I have made a bed for you. I hope you don't mind sleeping in a hammock." Peter led her over to a small hammock that hung only a few feet from the ground.
"Actually I was wondering if I could go wash off? The pirate ship's grime and filth have rubbed off on me and I would like to relieve myself from their burden," Skylar asked kindly.
"Oh right. I should have thought of that. Ummm there is a small lake about a three minute fly away but I would think you would want your privacy," Peter answered.
Skylar smiled. "I know how to fly I just need some pixie dust."
Peter looked confused, "You do? Who taught you how to fly?" he asked seriously.
"Well…umm...I am self-taught. You just think happy thoughts and they lift you into the air. Am I right?" Skylar asked.
Peter looked at her in an even more bewildered look that before. "Yeah but you need pixie dust also." He smiled. "Oh Tinkerbell give Sky a bit of your pixie dust so she can fly," he requested.
The fairy pulled her miniature hands together and a glowing ball of yellow light emitted from them. This glow of yellow grew into a golf-ball sized sphere. The fairy threw the orb at Skylar who sneezed seconds after it hit her.
The weightlessness flooded over her once again. Now for the happy thought. She had to think about this. Being here in Neverland with Peter and actually having the chance to fly with him. As she thought this, her feet lazily drifted off the ground. Nope that wasn't going to be good enough. Then she thought of what happened when Jonathan had kissed her. This thought lifted her up in the air. "I've got the flying down, how do I get there?" She smiled up at him.
Peter grinned brightly. "Tink can show you the way." He glanced over at the fairy, who shrugged. "So what is your happy thought?" he requested excitedly.
"You are," she lied, "I mean being here with you. I have fantasized about being in Neverland with you and flying and all that." Well it wasn't a total lie she had been happy about being here.
Peter's grin grew from ear to ear. "So you people in the other world know about me do ya?" Peter asked.
Skylar smiled. "Of course we know about you. You are Peter Pan the boy who never wanted to grow up, the boy who lives in Neverland located second star to the right and strait on till morning." Skylar quoted from memory. "You even have your own statue in Kensington Gardens, that is in London." Skylar remembered many a day with her mom and grandmother sitting looking up at his statue.
"Is that so?" Peter asked. "You seem to like me a lot. Not that I would blame you, I mean I am me."
Skylar could see his ego inflating by the second. She smiled ever more at him. "Well I mean with my grandmother being the one who helped make you who you are and my great-grandfather. I guess I should know about you. You know you have had books written about you and movies. Every child in my part of the world knows about you Peter."
"That is so interesting. What stories have they made up about me?" Peter asked ready to hear.
"I'll tell you later. I have to go wash off." Skylar smiled. "Is Tinkerbell going to show me the way?"
"Oh right. Yeah I guess so. Tink." The fairy floated over tinkling the whole way. "She says she will take you. You just have to fallow her."
Skylar kicked off of the ground fallowing the fairy out of the tree house. It took the two about three minutes to get to where they were going.
It was gorgeous, a small lake fed by a waterfall. The water was crystal blue where you could see the bottom even from the air. Skylar landed on a rock in the middle of the pond that was just far enough from the waterfall so that it didn't get wet. She pulled off her tank top and blue jeans leaving her in her bra and underwear. She dove in getting her body wet. Skylar could feel the grim of the day washing off of her immediately.
She dove to the bottom looking at the stones that lay there. Some were small and round with rough sides; others were small and flat with smooth sides. There were also large ones with smooth sides perfect for skipping later. Skylar grabbed a few and pushed herself to the top. She pulled herself up on top of the large rock and sat there drying off.
She tossed a few stones into the lake watching them skip across only for fall in later. She smiled counting how many it took to fall beneath the water. As soon as she threw her last one she dove back into the water and strait to the bottom. Skylar picked up a few more when a shiny object caught her eye. She picked up the rock that was held it down only to find that the object was a chain. She dropped the rocks in her hand and pulled the chain from its watery grave. Skylar swam to the surface with chain in hand, climbing back on her perch of a rock. She started examining her newfound treasure. It was a simple silver box chain with a pendant on it. The pendant intrigued Skylar. It was a clear gold marble that shown like a small sun in the dying light, it was incased by two silver crosses that met at the top and the bottom. The arms reached around the sides of the marble leaving about an inch between each. Skylar thought that it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen in her sixteen years even if it was so simple maybe that is what made it so beautiful.
She unhooked the clasp and then hooked it around her neck. No since in letting it just sit at the bottom of the lake why not take it back and ask Peter about it. Skylar quickly dunked her jeans and tank top into the water to get them slightly cleaner than they were and then put them on.
"Oh Tinkerbell where are you? I am ready to go back to the tree house and see Peter again." Skylar yelled up to the glowing ball that was the fairy.
Tink flew off with Skylar in her wake. It took them another three minutes to get back. Skylar touched down and Peter came strait to her. "You feel better now that you are clean?" he asked kindly.
"Much better." Skylar answered. "Peter I found this at the lake do you know what it is?" Skylar took off the necklace and held it out to Peter.
Peter's eyes grew to the size of tires. "You say you found this at the lake? I wonder how it got there. I wonder how it got like this," Peter mumbled to himself.
"What is it?" Skylar asked.
Peter shook his head; his blond hair fell into his eyes. "It is nothing important. But you should keep it; it might bring you good luck or something. Here I will put it on you. Turn around." Skylar did as she was told and Peter clasped the necklace around her neck.
"Don't lie to me Peter I know it means something. Your eyes gave you away you have clearly seen this or something like it before." Skylar turned to face Peter yet again.
Peter blinked a few times. "Do you feel that weightlessness still? You know the felling you get when the pixie dust hits you or if you take my hand," Peter muttered.
"Yeah it hasn't gone away from when Tinkerbell hit me. Why would you ask?" Skylar looked at Peter confused. What was going on?
Peter licked his lips nervously. "It won't, not when you are wearing this." Peter touched the pendant that now hung around Skylar's neck. Skylar looked even more confused. "This is called starstuff. It is incased in the marble, how it got there is more than I can tell you. But starstuff is dangerous if you touch it and you don't know how to deal with it; it could be lethal. Though I don't think that you will have much problem with that, it looks like whoever put the starstuff within the marble did a great job of sealing it in there."
"So what do you mean? Do you mean that I will always have starstuff with me if I keep this on?" Skylar asked. She fingered the pendant; it felt warm to her touch.
"I am not sure. Here let's try something. Give me the pendant and think very unhappy thoughts. Make the pixie dust wear off."
Skylar did as told. She took off the necklace and handed it to Peter. Then she started thinking about horrible thoughts. Never being able to see Jonathan again. Having to leave here. Never being able to leave here. School finals coming up. Never being able to see my family again. The bad thoughts flooded her mind. The weightlessness fled with her happy thoughts, she felt heavy and close to the ground.
"Okay now here hold on to this." Peter handed the necklace back to Skylar. The weightlessness came back. The whole room seemed brighter, clearer, and more detailed. "Anything different?"
Skylar smiled and thought about Jonathan. Her feet floated off the ground. "Yeah everything is different. Everything looks better more defined. Like my eyesight has gotten better."
"Well it looks like you have found yourself some starstuff that won't leave you." Peter smiled at the girl. "Would you like me to put that back on you?" Skylar nodded and Peter clasped it back around her neck for the second time. "That wont wear off remember that. Any time you have a happy thought it will lift you into the air whether you want it to or not. If you think unhappy thoughts you will be stuck on the ground but even the simplest happy thought will bring your feet up."
"So even when I get home if I think of something happy I will fly?" Skylar asked.
"If you ever get home. Hook has been looking for starstuff since your grandma and great-grandpa were here. Don't think that he will just let you fly off home while you wear that. He won't, not without a fight." Peter warned. "You still have that dagger on you?" Skylar nodded pulling up the bottom of her tank top to prove it. "Good because you will be needing it, that is if you can us it. But I will teach you how to use it tomorrow if you don't and how to use a sword. You will need both because that is how pirates are, they are mean. And in return for my teachings you will tell me what your world knows about me." Peter grinned a half grin, which made Skylar's stomach do back flips.
"Yes sir." Skylar laughed. "But can we go to bed now I am dreadfully tired." Peter pointed to her hammock smiling. "Good night." Skylar floated over into it and fell asleep almost instantly.
