Hyaline's Words: I do not own any of the Peter Pan characters or settings, blah blah blah. Don't accuse me of stealing, please :) So, yeah, this is just a random story that I may or may not continue depending on if you guys like it or not. I've just always wanted to give Tinkerbell a try, and I've come to find that I actually adore her character. This is dedicated to her. Thank you for reading.

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It was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning. The whispers of automobiles echoed from the main roads through the city, gentle classical music could be heard from a house on Grand Avenue - they often had dinner parties on the weekends until late - but aside from that, all was quiet, and all were sleeping in their warm beds. The night sky was glittering with billions of stars. Some large, some small, some white and others with tinges of blue to them. Often would the children of London City sit at their windows musing over what the stars looked like, or felt like, or how big they really were... but only one family of siblings were granted the chance to actually do so, long ago.

One particular star suddenly expanded in size and twinkled proudly for all of London to see - but if you blinked, you missed it. But fear not, for out of this star seemed to fly another one, creating a trail of glitter across the dark sky, before it faded away in the winter wind and all returned to its normal self. A playful, boyish laughter echoed in the wind and died away almost instantly.

What was this strangeness?

Only the true believers would know...

It was me. The golden sparkling Princess of Neverland, arms outstretched, aura glowing for any immortal sprite or spirit to see! Blonde fringe flicking in the wind, my dress fluttering, heart soaring, and a trail of magical pixie dust resulting in my tracks through the sky.

Oh, yeah, and the boy who never grew up - my Peter Pan.

"Come on, Tink! You can do better than that, can't ya'?!" Peter laughed back to me as he soared up ahead.

I didn't like where we were, not to mention why we were there, but it was time I cherished with Peter regardless. I intended to have fun with him and show him my strength. A vague smile appeared across my face with determination and I kicked at my feet. My stomach flipped as I suddenly picked up speed; that feeling never went away. I had been flying all my life, but still, the thrill never softened. The novelty never wore off.

And so, keeping my competitive eyes upon the smear of green ahead, I reached my glowing hands out as far as I could and let out a sparkling little giggle of bells as I swooped down underneath Peter Pan to lie upwards against his chest. I poked him and as he looked down, I blew a gust of golden fairy dust right in his face.

He steered upwards in a fit of sneezes and I laughed madly with my hands behind my head like a pillow. God, I never got tired of showing off my impressive skills to Peter. I loved how he smiled so cheekily at me, as though letting me know that I was the best. His only best.

However, it was at times like these that I allowed my ego to get the better of me - and my concentration. I suddenly collided into the metal wing of the East sign upon a weathervane and the hem of my little dress snagged upon the spike of the arrow. Spinning, spinning, my arms and legs being pulled out by the force, and all I could see where shimmering rooftops and the moon smearing past me in long, thick lines. Ugh, I was beginning to feel awfully dizzy!

Ok, so, maybe the novelty of flying did have its up's and downs. Heh heh.

But after so many spins, the force became too strong and my dress slipped from the point of the arrow; uh oh. I let out a chorus of wild sparkling sounds (my voice, actually, in case you hadn't figured it out) as I was sent flying over the next rooftop and towards, what I feared, would be a painful landing somewhere-

But no. I was caught. And, although it damaged my ego greatly, I was still flattered and relieved to find that my darling Peter had chased me through the misty breeze and rescued me, giving me a safe landing in his warm, secure hand. He pulled me up to meet his nose and chuckled quietly.

"Easy, Tink. Looks like you haven't got as much skill as you used to." He teased and gave me a mocking wink.

My yellow aura transformed into an embarrassed, irritated blush of pink and I folded my arms stubbornly. Peter, rolling his eyes, tried to get my forgiving attention by stroking the back of my head with his finger tip. I refused to comply.

"We shouldn't even be back here, Peter," I sparkled in a sulk, "You can't keep leaving Neverland like this. There's consequences! Look at you"-

Peter let me go and flew away before I could finish. Blinking, I hovered in mid-air and turned to look round at him angrily; the manners of that boy, I mean, I hadn't even finished talking! All I was trying to do was hint to him, in a way that wouldn't anger him, that... well... lately, he was changing. He had been skipping out of Neverland nearly every new sunrise and sunset. He was oblivious to how his hair was growing, and his voice was deepening, and his emotions were altering... but I could see.

However, as I turned to look at him, I realised that he had been distracted by something. Something that made my blood bubble and my jealousy spark inside of me. Wait, jealousy? Hah! Like there was any reason for me to be jealous of that stupid, air-headed Wendy Bird! Like I could give a-

My bitter thoughts stopped immediately. Landing upon Peter's shoulder, I lowered onto one knee and gaped into the window of Wendy Bird's bedroom in confusion. It was... empty. The beds, wardrobes, toys, books... everything was gone.

All but one object, which sat on the window sill on the other side of the glass right in front of Peter. It was one half of a small nut. The Thimble, which Peter had given Wendy on their first acquaintance... But... where had they gone?

"Where are they?" I asked inquisitively.

I glanced over at Peter; that was when I saw it. Such emotion across his face. I hadn't seen this anger and sadness since the day he came back to Neverland and had to accept that the Lost Boys were gone, as was Wendy, John and Michael; well, he soon found replacements, but that's not the point. It killed me to see him so lonely when I was there with him all the time. Was my company never good enough for him?

"Peter?" I called him softly.

His lips were pulled into a thin, trembling line of frustration. His handsome eyes, cold and stiff with rage. As for his fists, they were clenched by his sides, as if they would make all of his feelings go away. Peter didn't understand... He didn't know what these feelings were. All he knew was that they came and went every now and then when things happened against his preferences.

But I knew exactly what was happening to Peter.

I reached out to stroke his ear, "Peter, what"-

All of a sudden, he spun away from the window and I was knocked from his shoulder and into the air. I steadied myself and watched him soar away in the direction that we had come. Oh dear. He was not happy.

"Peter, wait!" I twinkled worriedly.

Grunting, I blasted off after him with my toes pointed and my hands up above my head anxiously. I couldn't catch up with him. Over roves, under archways, around chimney's and through random clouds of smoke emitting from their mouths; Peter was venting his anger on the obstacle courses all around him.

"Slow down, Peter!" I shouted hopefully.

But of course he wasn't going to listen to me. I could fly, I knew the way, I was his best friend - he didn't need to please me. Although, I wished that, just once, he would stop and look at me the way he did Wendy. As though her smallest opinion meant the world to him. If she didn't like his smile, he would change it - heck, if she hated his hair he would shave it all off! I wanted to mean to him. But at that moment, as I chased him upwards towards the starlit universe, I knew that wasn't very likely.

Second star to the right, home sweet home. I broke through the Star's barrier just a few seconds after Peter and the black around me exploded into streams of glittering colours and a chilly breeze that gave me goose-bumps. Just like flying, the transportation in and out of Neverland never became boring either. And if it wasn't for the fact that I was in the middle of chasing after a very distressed, hormonal teenager, I would have made sure to appreciate the experience a lot more, but I had hotter things on my mind at that precise moment.

Soon, the journey was over, and I burst out at the end of the blazing tunnel and came to swoop down over the midnight-blue water surrounding my home Island: Neverland. Peter darted through an approaching cloud and left behind a huge hole for me to pass through; I was right on his trail, and I was not going to give up.

"Peter, wait for me!" I shouted again.

As I tried to call for him, a flock of dopy, placid herons floated gracefully across my path, and I was forced to draw back so suddenly that I went spinning into a cloud behind me. I landed in an awkward twist on the cushioned fluff glowing red once more. I was not happy with this goose chase. I blew the shreds of cloud off of my face and out of my hair and stood up to shake my fist at the passing birds, yet they didn't even open their eyes to watch. I was invisible, almost.

I pushed aside my desire for revenge and took flight again to continue chasing Peter - only, one problem... I couldn't see him. I had lost him! I growled under my breath and slowed down my speed as I came to the rocky shore of the beach where colourful coral protruded up from the deep, salty water and formed unusual shapes on its surface, like statues of deformed creatures. I moved in and out of them while scanning my eager eyes all around, under the jagged edges of the rocks, over them, round a waterfall of seaweed that had been caught up in the tide. Oh, where was he?

I suddenly heard an angry grunt, followed by a splash in the whispering waves of the night sea. I fluttered around the next corner of rocks, and there, sitting on a lone boulder in the Blue Lagoon was Peter. One knee was up against his chin while the other leg hung over the rock and swung above the water's surface; he was throwing pebbles into the sea, as a way of letting out his anger, somehow. Fiddling with my fingers, I patiently flew over to him and landed beside his resting hand. I felt unsure. On edge. Not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong with me?" Peter grumbled through his gritted teeth, "Why do I feel like this? What are these things inside of me?"

I frowned slightly, "It's what happens... when you grow up."

Peter's eyes widened in offence. He swung his head round, flinging his hand up, and I leapt up into the air in alarm as it waved dangerously close to me. I knew he wouldn't like the truth.

"Shut up, Tink, that's ridiculous!" He snapped.

"Is it?" I sighed stressfully, "Look at yourself, Peter. Your hair is longer... your voice is deeper... you like fighting a lot more, daydreaming of Wendy in very different ways"-

Peter was about to object, but I threw a ball of pixie dust at his nose to quiet him.

"You've got stubble!" I exclaimed, "You're feelings these emotions because it comes with your age. You're maturing. I don't understand you - I wish I could grow up, but I'm stuck as a seventeen year old girl forever!"

"What are you talking about? You're nearly 500 years old, Tink!" Peter argued.

I rubbed the outside of my arm tiredly. He just wasn't getting it. I mean, yes, I had been alive for 500 years, but that's because Fairies were immortal creatures... we never died, unless murdered by the lack of faith of those called 'humans'. I was 500, but still just a girl. He never understood that.

I began explaining again, my voice coming out in wild ringing sounds, "It's true, Peter... I know you don't want to hear it, but"-

"Shut up, Tink! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He shouted, "Why are you telling me this?! Just go away!"

I was hurt by his words, but I wasn't going to just let him treat me this way, "... Don't get angry at me because I'm the one who has to tell you the truth. It's your own fault, you idiot. Every time you've visited her world, you've grown up a little more - can't you see that? If you didn't spend so much time of each day travelling to that stupid, ugly Wendy-bat's window then you'd still be young like you wa"-

Peter suddenly kicked his foot into the water and splashed a small wave of freezing, salty water onto my fragile little body. Of course, it was a small splash to Peter, but to me it was gigantic! I landed on the rocks a few feet away from him with a number of coughs and sore gasps as the salt stung the back of my throat; my wings were soaked, I couldn't fly.

"Don't ever talk about her like that," Peter ordered in a frightening tone of voice, "You don't know what you're saying. I don't have to listen to you... I don't even need you as a friend... I... I"-

He paused and watched me hesitantly as I squeezed out the water from my dress and sniffed back my tears. He was being so horrid! I had never seen my Peter so mean before... and to me?

"I banish you, fairy." He suddenly whispered.

It felt like an arrow had just struck my heart. The air caught in my throat as I gasped, and I looked up, eyes wide and stunned... horrified... Peter jumped up into the air and flew into the dark, whispering forest, leaving me all by myself, with only my sorrows to keep me company.

I couldn't believe it.

Peter... my Peter... banished me.