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She couldn't remember exactly how she'd gotten to Paradise. After leaving her mother, her tears wouldn't stop and she flew blindly for days at a time. Well, she was pretty sure it was days at a time, but nighttime seemed to last an awful long time away from Never Neverland. Then today she woke up to a picturesque sunrise and knew she was there. 'There' of course being where she was intending to be when she started out. She was where her mother said happiness awaited.
The breeze and sunlight felt wonderful against her skin, so she flew as fast as she could, breaking through the canopy above and plummeting back down to skim the surface of the forest floor. Her hair fell out of it's loose bun to stream behind her in a banner of sparkling gold.
She reveled in the feeling of absolute freedom. Flying haphazardly through Never Neverland usually got her caught by either one of the Lost Boys or by the Pirates or lectured by her mother.
It was perfect.
"It's a fairy!?!"
"I told ya ta keep yer voice down! I've got plans fer this beauty and I don't want them messed with!"
"Sorry."
Fairy?! FAIRY!?! Do I look like a stupid, blood-sucking, paisley-faced FAIRY? I'm a pixie! P-I-X-I-E! Tinkerbell planted her fists on her hips and ineffectually kicked at the bottom weave of the rattan basket that had become her cage. Stupid humans! You can't even hear me, can you?
"-Western branch. Ya know that's the perfect place."
"Yeah. Lieutenant Moira's gonna love it!"
Scaly humans! Don't talk when I'm yelling at you!
The sounds around the basket filled with voices and the two men's chatter died to nil. They must have hit a town.
Tinkerbell shouted fifteen or twenty more 'Scaly humans' before the basket was dumped onto something hard. The pixie picked herself up and attacked the rattan in another futile round.
"Lieutenant Moira? We've got somethin' fer ya."
"Something more WHAT, Brash?" came a distinctly annoyed feminine voice. "I haven't time to play your games."
"It's best viewed with yer own eyes."
"Brash, this better be good!"
Oh, please open the basket. I won't run away, I promise... ... I have every intention of flying away!
"Jes one second. Don't want the quarry escapin', do we?"
"Brash!" the Lieutenant's voice held a final warning note.
"Relax, Lt. Moira. It's worth the wait."
The lid shifted sending a single trail of light across Tinkerbell's bobblied shoes. She crouched, flexing her wings in preparation for flight.
"One..." said Brash, rattling the lid. "Two..." Something thin and transparent slipped in between the lid and the top of the basket.
No! The pixie jumped up, latching her fingers onto the sharp edge, but she managed to hang on. She fluttered her wings a bit for loft. If she could just get herself above the bottom lid, she could escape when Brash took off the top one. Her grip slipped landing her hard on her tailbone. She sprung for the edge again, but it was too late.
"Three..." The lid flew off completely, revealing the faces of her abductors for the first time.
Brash still had the rattan lid in his piggy hands and his lips twisted into a rotten-toothed grin when he spotted her looking at him. His companion was considerably younger than Brash. He couldn't have been more than four years older than Peter. In fact, he looked a bit like Peter. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Wiry build. He was even dressed in a healthy shade of green and-
She stopped herself there. Peter wasn't the issue at the moment.
"Ah..." Lt. Moira put her nose almost to barrier to the see through lid, smiling ear to ear. Her dusty blond hair was pulled into a severe bun at the nape of her neck and she wore white gloves like she had a fear of uncleanliness. "A pixie." Her voice was so calm, so absolutely sure that Tinkerbell was positive Moira had visited Never Neverland as a child. "Tell me, Brash, Wester," she began in a lazy voice, despite the excitement exploding in her face, "do you know what pixies are good for?"
"Granting wishes?" Wester hazarded.
Brash smacked the back of the boy's head. "That's genies, you goit! Pixies give you eternal youth!"
"Close, my thick-skulled annoyance, but wrong. There are three things pixies are good for. One..." She held up her index finger. "They can give you the ability to fly. Providing, of course, you have a happy thought. Two..." Her middle finger joined the index. "They're excellent watchers. They were specifically created for watching, just like prison guards. And three..." A third finger rose. "They are eternally youthful."
Tinkerbell just pulled short of gasping, though she couldn't force her head to stop swinging back and forth. Not even the Lost Boys knew why we pixies hung around. Watchers... We were created to watch over the Forever Children and report to Never Neverland any problems. No one knew that. No one.
Don't overestimate the power of the Never Never, little pixie, came Lt. Moira's voice in Tinkerbell's head. It was easy to find out all of the Never Never's secrets. Easier yet to escape.
Escape? Why would you need to escape?
I see, Moira chewed her bottom lip, she set you free. Try being a Pirate and getting that kind of treatment, little pixie!
Pirate? Moira was a pirate? How?
"But you must forget about that, little one. Freedom is never never eternal."