<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Tinkerbell</u></b><br/>
<i>The Starstruck on Wright</i>​</div><br/>Peter was the best storyteller she knew.  His stories were always full of daring adventures, risky rescues, and best of all, horrible evil pirates that were always defeated by brave Boys.  Wendy had told them stories too but her stories were never as full of excitement as Peter.  She told stories of mothers and fathers and the children who loved them, princesses and knights, and silly talking animals.  Tink had always sat up high in the tree, her arms crossed and nose wrinkled as she listened to Wendy’s stupid stories so Peter wouldn’t see when she made faces.<br/><br/>This old man with his drooping wrinkles and bald head and lively eyes had fascinating stories too, ones that were all about their adventures in Neverland!  He knew about Hook and Tiger Lily and the crocodile.  He knew about the mermaids and he even knew about her!<br/><br/>Tink’s eyes turned golden as she leaned closer to the old man, excited to hear more about the daring escapades of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell but he kept bringing up Wendy.<br/><br/>Wendy, Wendy, Wendy.<br/><br/>Red began to creep into those golden eyes.  She lifted her wings and rustled them before snapping them down against her back.  This old man was not telling the truth.<i>Wendy</i>had not done all these things.  Someone was a lying liar telling lies.<br/><br/>“We can take him, Peter, but you must tell him how to fly or he’ll never be any good at it.”  The tendrils of red in her eyes began to recede.  How could she ever stay mad at her best friend?  He had found their first new Boy, after all, which meant they were on the verge of so many more adventures!<br/><br/>She slipped off the stool she’d perched herself on and stepped closer to the old man.  Carefully, she poked and prodded at his cheeks, pushing at the wrinkled skin as Peter leaped around on the bar.  Yes, he would be a fine Lost Boy, better than any they’d had.<br/><br/>Her fingers were still dancing over his skin as Peter slammed the blade into his gut.  A joyful cacophony of bells burst forth as her laughter filled the air.  The poor man looked so shocked and betrayed but he had no idea what was awaiting him.  He would see soon enough.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Wendy Darling</u></b><br/>
<i>On the Wright</i>​</div><br/><i>...what is an adventure without another soul?</i><br/><br/>Why it was no adventure at all and she was just about to tell him that, to press upon him that her years after Peter had been no adventure at all, when he got out of the car without warning.  Her lips were still parted, the response right on the tip of her tongue as she watched him come round the car to open her door.<br/><br/>Swallowing the words, she offered instead a small smile as she too got out of the car.  Her hand automatically slipped through the proffered arm.  “Thank you, Mr. Dameron.”  There was a weight to the way she said his name, savoring the two words as they rolled off her tongue.<br/><br/>Tendrils of fog clung to her arms and legs and danced down her back.  The fog still made Wendy uneasy deep in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t help shivering as the hook from her dream flashed through her mind.  She pressed herself against his side as they made their way down the street.<br/><br/>“Do you feel it, Mr. Dameron?  Something’s in the air tonight.” As if to prove her point, the drunken man and his comrades stumbled past, howling and laughing and causing a ruckus.<br/><br/>Wendy let him lead her down the street, apprehensive about where he was taking her but also excited.  It had been so long since she’d been allowed to simply leave the Estate.  Mr. Darling felt it better that she not stray far from home.  Perhaps Mr. Dameron’s hiring would allow her far more freedom than she’d ever been allowed in the past.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, she did not notice the sign hanging over their heads, did not pay attention to where they had stopped.  Her eyes were focused on the cigarette being offered to her.  She smiled and slid the offering from the pack.  “Thank you,” she murmured then set it between her lips.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Tinkerbell</u></b><br/>
<i>In the air outside The Starstruck on Wright</i>​</div><br/>“Fable, come with us,” she cajoled, her fingers now following the square line of his jaw.  A small nod accompanied her pleading, almost willing him to give in and join them.  Peter had given him a great gift and he would be a fool to turn it down.<br/><br/>Peter was pulling at him now and guiding him toward the door.  Tink was right at their heels, excited to see where this new adventure would take them.<br/><br/><i>...Wendy Darling...her estate near here...I want you to show us the way…</i><br/><br/>Tinkerbell’s eyes had never been a more vivid green in her life.<br/><br/>Her hands clenched into fists and her shoulders drew up.  She was always doomed to be second to Wendy.  The clangy clatter of harsh bells accompanying her small growl made a slender man in a strange knit hat step back out of reflex as she unfurled her wings and dashed out out the pirate bar into the strange fog after Peter and Fable.<br/><br/>She sprung into the air, almost high enough to reach Fable’s foot as he and Peter lifted into the sky.  Her wings did the rest, lifting her up high enough to take the new Boy’s other hand.<br/><br/>A strange sound, flash of flame, and a familiar smell drew her eyes downward.  It smelled like the strange dried leaves the pirates put in their pipes.  This place was practically crawling with pirates!  They’d have to be extra careful as they gathered more Boys.<br/><br/>The fog swallowed them then and the pair of pirates with their cigarettes down below were soon forgotten.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Wendy Darling</u></b><br/>
<i>On the Wright</i>​</div><br/>Wendy leaned in to dip the tip of her cigarette into the lighter’s small flame.  Inhaling the first rush of nicotine deep into her lungs, she looked up at her bodyguard with amusement dancing in her eyes.  Being out in the city so late at night felt like the start of a grand adventure.<br/><br/>The sound of bells yanked her attention toward the door behind her.  Tinkerbell? It couldn’t be.  First Hook and now Tink?  Wendy shivered, a soft whimper echoing in the back of her throat.  It couldn’t be.  She stepped closer to James, resisting the urge to bury herself into his chest, keeping her eyes locked on the door.<br/><br/>The dark of the night and the low light coming from inside the bar made it impossible to make out distinct faces as a trio of bodies tumbled out.  Yet Wendy watched, desperate for some clue to who these revelers were.<br/><br/>The fog thickened and swirled and without warning, the people disappeared.  Wide blue eyes darted down the street one way then the other.  Where had they gone?  Her gaze lifted upward and landed on the sign, the one that looked just like a map to Neverland.<br/><br/>“Not here, Mr. Dameron.  Anywhere but here.  Anywhere else...please…” She took a deep drag from the cigarette, her hand trembling as she flicked imaginary ash to the sidewalk, then exhaled slowly.  “...please.”