Falling Down To Disney

Before I get any major- "Gasps"- and stuff, I need to tell you that this will seem like a more… mature Peter by any standards. I'm sorry if this seems a little lacking, but I really couldn't think of anything else that I could consent to do for this piece. I mean, I know I could have had Hook in here- Wait, no scratch that, he is in it- But, I just wanted to see how I could do if I got Wendy back here. What I would have to do for it and such. So, of course, for Sierra to KNOW that is what NEEDS to happen, I need Peter distressed about her gone, right? And he will be all the more distressed, if he does not know why he feels such things, right? So, really it is just a great big loop in which I have set myself up in. Anyway, I hope I live up to your standards as far as Neverland and Peter are present (Here's looking at you, Barbiegirl 22). I believe the Lost Boys will also be in this, but I am none too sure.

I will also like to say, that I will have no intention of having Jane in this piece. Sure, I liked that movie, just didn't like the concept of Wendy not being with Peter (I am HOOKED on that pairing, I have to say) Ohh, and if it seems like it's the Universal (Thanks once more for supplying the information, Barbiegirl 22) movie that is because, it is the only one I have- Besides the Jane-one (But didn't Peter seem a bit more… mature, in that one? I think he did.) I USED to have the first cartoon one, but that has been… Well, MIA for quite a while.

P.S. Sorry I have taken so long!

Neverland

Chapter 13: Second Star To The Right

Swirling, twirling- Sierra felt completely dizzy, just utterly embraced by the darkness of the portal that surrounded her. It wasn't like she wasn't getting used to the portals- Just, that some were harder than others. The Portals were like oxymoron's- You felt like you were moving miles upon miles an hour, but then just floating in one spot. You felt like you knew nothing of where you were going, but then at the same time, knew exactly where it was you were headed, "So strange," Sierra murmured to herself, as she rested herself down, "Like it is full, but then it is empty."

Sierra could feel the pressure building up inside of her head. Glancing upwards, before the light faded from view, Sierra thought of all those people that she had abandoned, while having to go on with her journey. She had never really allowed herself time to ponder the thought of losing her only friends, but now that she was, she found that it hurt a lot. A slow pain in her stomach unfurled, then curled back up. Sierra tried to banish such feelings- Not permanently, but at least enough so she could consider what she would have to do. Can not be put down by this- At least not now. Of course, I could always acknowledge my feelings. Like many people do on that Doctor show.

Thinking deeply over this, Sierra felt some thoughts rise up in her head. They left her sad, and confused over her own personal-judgement. They left her wanting to return back to her friends, forget all that she had. I could go back- Be with them.

NO! Sierra jerked her thoughts away from such a position, Don't think like that! I will keep going! I need to defeat the Julagon FOR my friends- Otherwise, all is lost. Nothing will be safe in this kingdom anymore. So many people are counting on me.

Suddenly, a small part of her- a cold, selfish part- arose inside of her body. It stuck out like a sore thumb, within all the selfless and guilty parts that wondered about her friends feelings. You would risk your own life for your friends you have not even met for a day? That cold, heartless part asked her. Sierra's consciousness gapped at it with incredibility, What? Sierra's mind screeched back at it, How could you state something like that? Of course I would! And what do you say, only a day? I've been in those places sometimes for weeks! A month even!

No, That voice snarled back at her, You haven't. Time plays tricks with you here.

Sierra shrugged outward, not noticing the lifting sensation she felt on her body, Tis' not a-matter. I would still not be so rude and mean as to let them die. They are the only people I know who like me for me. Another thought rose inside of her head, I will not be like Kiana.

Oh really? That cruel part of her challenged, Say's who? Did they tell you? Are you sure? Do they like that mean streak in you? The one with the cold rages, the blackness of mind. Do they like you then? Or do they fear you?

Sierra growled at this thought, Don not ask questions you know neither the answer of. Of course they like me, despite that flaw.

Oh? The voice replied sarcastically, And how do YOU know and I DON'T? I am a part of you, can't you tell? Don't I feel cold, to you? Battle-ready? The voice sneered at her, and Sierra almost gasped.

You are that state within my body! Get out! Get out at once! Sierra screamed inside her head, her mental body thrashing about the hold that cold, cruel part had taken.

And you say to me to leave? I was always a part of you, Sierra. Always have been always will. You must accept me, or forever be plagued by my… ruthless side. Sierra could swear it was smirking at her, maybe even laughing. Sierra frowned over this thought for a moment.

You may fight me, Sierra. But when you get so utterly mad- I will come, and I will win.

Sierra listened to this in a sustained horror. Not only am I battling the part Kiana left behind in me, but this… Battle-State as well! I thought it was Kiana's influence, but really… It has been inside me all along. That thought produce a wave of shame, and guilt to wash over her. It rippled along the back of her spine, and spread all the way down to her toes, then back up to her brain. It cracked and popped within her, making her feel all the more shameful and guilty over leaving- Not only has she induced them with some of her cold-heartedness, she had also blamed that over Kiana. Even though Sierra didn't really like her sister, still it wasn't fair to blame her over something that wasn't her fault. Making me feel guilty over my sister is giving me a headache. Sierra thought blandly, as she felt that building pressure inside of her head burst. Within moments, Sierra was flying out with a spectacular colour display. Flying out of the portal- That happened to be located in the sky- all Sierra could think about was her horrible decomposition.

With all this thinking, Sierra hadn't been too concerned about the ground approaching below her. It was now increasing its arrival at an alarming speed, which Sierra had no notion of. Still contemplating her thoughts over her friends, and how guilty she felt about leaving them, she didn't notice small, inconsequential specks of light floating towards her cautiously.

These small specks of light, gathered that the person falling was not- in fact- aware of falling. She may have come into this world, with bright astounding light, but she certainly wasn't aware of it. Those small lights looked at each other knowingly, before sprinkling their light onto her. A couple of them grabbed at her arms, while the others grabbed at her legs. All the while, Sierra had no idea what was happening.

Before she was completely on the ground, Sierra had managed to shake herself out of her musings. She was startled with how close the ground was, couldn't really collect when she had fallen out of the portal, little less having fairies come to her rescue. Smiling over those small little lights, she looked with delight at the ground below.

The sight was amazing, for the cliff she was gliding onto was full of lush green grass, and beautiful flowers arranged all over the small meadow-like area. A hoard of trees stood out amongst the soft lying grass, just metres beyond where the fairies intended to land. The sun was shining brightly down on this little slip of land, making the grass and flowers seem to glow.

"Neverland is so beautiful." Sierra whispered to herself, wanting nothing more then to stare at this sight of beauty all day. Yet, as soon as the fairies let her go, Sierra knew she had a job to do. She had to find whatever was ailing this wonderland, and make a right of it- That meant, she had to find Peter Pan. Giggling over how she would meet the lovable, fun, boyish Peter Pan, Sierra could just slightly pick out pieces of conversation. Her eyes widening to help her spot out who was talking, Sierra was surprised to learn that she was actually hearing the fairies conversation.

"I had no idea they could talk." Sierra muttered amongst herself, "But, I guess they could. Perhaps they are too small for any normal persons' ear to hear." Thanks AGAIN The One's powers!

"Who is she?" One fairy asked, as she fluttered around Sierra's head, her pearly white wings fluttering around her body. Sierra busied herself staring at the ocean, so it didn't look so obvious that she was eavesdropping on the fairies. She let a little sight of contentment slip out, so as to really prove that she… well, wasn't looking to be eavesdropping. At least I hadn't had to lie about it. Sierra thought to herself, for none of the fairies had asked her if she was listening. Still, it was kind of rude.

"I don't know." Another one answered, inspecting Sierra from all angles, "Yet, she reminds me of that other girl- Wendy, I believe. Yes, reminds me of Wendy. She's petit like her, very much so… But, more angular… And curvy too." Sierra tried to hold in a blush that statement provided. Not that Sierra really cared about how people thought of her, it was just the remark on her curves that, just made her a bit pinkish.

"Yes, so rugged looking." Another fairy agreed, and with the rustle of wings, Sierra believed the others had nodded their agreement, "Sharp, almost- Most like an Indian, yet there is enough softness to hint at a Wendy personality." More rustle of wings sounded

"Such hair too! And just look! Her eyes are so white… Now, why would a person have white eyes? That is unheard of!" One fairy cried, as it flew around Sierra's face. Sierra smiled politely at the fairy, before it fluttered off to join the group above her head.

That fairies announcement had caused and uproar, as the fairies contemplated what white eyes would mean, "So unusual." One stated warily, as its wing fluttered nervously, "Never would have know a human to have white eyes. Those sorts of things are only reserved for fairies." Many yeses and other such noises sounded after that one fairies thought. Sierra felt her face going up in flame, at being talked about so freely among the fairies.

Sierra really didn't feel like listening to any more of their comments upon her person. Smiling nicely at all the fairies above her head, Sierra set off to explore this mighty jungle- And find it's King, as Sierra would think. Perhaps his Queen is still here- Maybe she did not leave after all. Wouldn't that be the greatest? Sierra thought happily to herself, before marching into the dark, shrouded forest.

Hours later, Sierra came across Peter, who was staring moodily into the woods. Well, the trees to be precise. He was sitting on top of a fallen log, and had his head in his hands. Sierra had learned, albeit not directly, that Wendy, and her bothers, had actually gone home. This had lead to Peter acting very strange, which Sierra had the pleasure of knowing why- Even though nobody, especially the person in question, did. Sierra knew that she had probably missed- by a day, or so- what would have been the ending of the Peter Pan movie. That left her kind of worried, because didn't Hook 'die' at the end?

"Well, if that is the case, what am I here for?" Sierra thought out loud, loud enough for Peter to hear her. Sierra had asked her question because the answer had come so plainly before in Halloween Town and Underland. Though, Sierra already had an inkling as to what it was, she really wasn't all that sure if she was correct. "Perhaps, Hook really didn't die?" Sierra mumbled a bit, before she finally noticed Peter running up to her.

"Wendy?" His voice echoed joyously, as he fumbled upwards. Though his surprised face went downcast when he saw it wasn't her. He muttered a polite hello, before stumbling back to his little log. Sierra swore he looked broken, to say the least. Well, what exactly would you expect? He probably doesn't even know WHY he feels this way! That has to be the most terrible thing about his problem. Not knowing why he feels such things. Sierra felt terrible sympathy towards Peter at this moment, for he was surly feeling down- Understatement of the year. The person he has, unwillingly, fallen in love with, has left him. I don't doubt he would feel a little different about everything now. Poor guy.

Sierra walked cautiously up to Peter, knowing that he wouldn't really know her. If she started saying things, he knew she couldn't possibly know, well she would be caught in such a loop it would be hard to get out of it- Yet, also, she couldn't exactly lie and say she doesn't know, now could she?

"I'm really sorry." Sierra says empathetically, as she reached his log. Hugging herself, so she wouldn't impulsively hug him, Sierra continues on, "I'm really sorry I am not Wendy. If it's worth anything, I wish I could be her. You must care a lot about her." Wink wink, get the hint, Peter Pan. Sierra thought to herself, though she knew he wouldn't get it. He's just not… mature enough yet.

Peter Pan looked up at this strange girl, wondering what in the world she could mean by caring, "She was just my friend," Peter replied, though he sighed a little over it, "But I'm still sad she left me." He mumbled a little lower. Peter was loathe to admit something such as that, but still, he couldn't exactly ignore it.

Sierra rolled her eyes heavenwards, muttering over how oblivious guys were. Suddenly, Peter turned to look sharply at the girl. He stared at her for a while, before he asked, "Why would you want to be Wendy?" His face held a guarded expression, and Sierra couldn't help but sigh. Giving Peter a firm glance, she replied to his statement, "Because you look so broken up over whatever it is you… ahem… are feeling."

Peter gave the girl a searching look, fully noticing how this girl did in fact, appear similar to Wendy. Well, not exactly, as you got close enough to see the girl, she looked quite different. Yet, she was the same size as Wendy, had the same hair colour- Though she wasn't the same stature as her, and her eyes were a completely different colour. The girl's face was more angular, then rounded as Wendy's face is. Peter sighed a ragged sigh, the surge of emotions coming out as he thought of Wendy. He didn't know why he felt as he felt, but knew that he felt it. The feeling was strange and foreign to him, and he couldn't name it at all.

"And, I know all about how it feels to lose someone you love." A shocking silence fell over the two of them, as Sierra lowered her head to the ground. Even though her quests had been a whirlwind of activity and questions, Sierra could still feel the pain of having to leave all the friends she had made behind. What was even more saddening was that she couldn't tell them that she might not come back- She may never see them again. How could she explain all this to someone? Peter would be too young, Jack and Sally- Well, she couldn't see them anymore, or Alice and the Hatter- Or Miranda. She wouldn't be able to see any of them now. but there is Wendy… Sierra thought quickly, as she looked up. She was surprised to meet the intense stare of Peter's green gaze, but she gave him a soft smile.

"Who said anything about love?" Peter replied sharply, as he shook his head, "I didn't say I loved Wendy!" Peter shook his head again, as his brows knit together in agitation.

"Oh, umm… I'm sorry- I guess, I just jumped to conclusions…" Not likely, Sierra thought to herself, as Peter kept shaking his head in jerky movements, "But, anyway, my name is Sierra…" Sierra's voice carried softly over the silence, and Peter turned to stare at her.

"I'm Peter Pan." Was all he said, before walking off.

Hours after that, Sierra met up with Peter Pan once again. Sierra had found Peter, quite by accident, because she was really looking for Captain Hook. She knew that any trouble, it would ultimately end up with him as the circus leader.

That is- If he didn't die. I'm not overly sure which Peter Pan this is! I KNOW the Live Action ISN'T DISNEY… But sometimes…. Did Captain Hook die in the Live Action… No, I don't think he did… Or did he? I know he got eaten by the crocodile in the Cartoon… Oh, maybe I should just ask, otherwise looking for him will amount to nothing and just make me more confused- Especially if he IS dead… Hook, I haven't even seen what you are doing, and already you are being a pain.

While stumbling around her thoughts, Sierra had actually stumbled back to the small clearing where she had met Peter before. Looking up, after sorting out her confusing thoughts, she saw Peter's hunched over form once more. Even though she wasn't the greatest at reading people- Or just talking to people in general- Sierra could swear she felt the sadness radiating off him in waves. Bringing up a smile, for his benefit, Sierra walked over to him, determined to at least make him feel better. She could wait- Couldn't she?

"Hello there, Mr. Peter!" Sierra called out in a fake, joyous greeting. Peter Pan turned to look at her numbly, before muttering his own, pathetic "Hello." back to her. Sierra forced another smile. It was all she could do from shaking some happiness into the poor fellow.

"Why so glum?" Sierra asked, even though they just had that conversation not hours before. Peter gave her a look, before he rolled his eyes.

"None of your concern," Peter replied moments later, as the monotonous voice cut through the din of the forest. Sierra held her smile a moment longer, ready to make him laugh, before Peter's voice interrupted what she was about to say, "Look, the sun is leaving me too."

Sierra rolled her eyes, as she sighed, "The sun will come back tomorrow, you know, Peter." Peter just kept staring up at the setting sun, and Sierra sat down on the grass, near his feet, "It's not like the sun won't rise to see you again tomorrow."

"But how will I know? What if she- it doesn't?"

Sierra was shocked by the venom in his words, but didn't comment for a while. Sierra was trying to think of the perfect words to reply to his odious remark, and suddenly she realized he was not just talking about the circle of the sun, "Well, Peter." Sierra replied, As she smiled over her discovery- She hid the smile from Peter, knowing that he would think she was laughing at him. "All you have to do is have some faith in your little sun. Perhaps she won't come tomorrow- Maybe not even a week from now! But as long as you have faith, your little sun will come back to you someday."

A silence fell over the two of them, as they both considered each other's words. Sierra was thinking at how Peter had inadvertently said he loved Wendy, while Peter thought that Sierra's words had merit. The silence between them wasn't a horrible silence, just a silence.

Peter thought deeply over what the strange girl- Sierra, she said her name was- had said, and found that it was true. All he had to do was believe- What was it she had called it?- Right, his little sun would return. As long as he had faith that she would return, he would be okay. She had to return. She said she would return.

Sierra thought over how depressed Peter sounded, and she was determined to find Wendy and talk to her. Though, first Sierra would have to slightly cheer up Peter before she went. He didn't need to keep on going with a hurting heart, now should he? Wendy was probably in much the same condition.

Days after that, Sierra and Peter started to hang out together, just generally having fun. Sierra knew what she had to do, what she could be doing, and what she should be doing. What she should, would and could be doing were all the same thing. Sierra had to go to the other side and bring Wendy back. She had to bring Wendy back. Sierra feel to sleep, knowing where she had to go.

The next day, under the cover of the night, while sitting on a stump with some fairies and Peter beside her, Sierra stared up at the dark blue sky.

"Is there anything beyond here?" Sierra asked cautiously, knowing she was sort of lying, letting Peter believe she didn't know. Closing her eyes and saying a prayer that she wasn't disrespecting the Disney people, Sierra waited for Peter's reply. Sierra winced as she realized how high-pitched her voice had sounded. She was anxious she would be caught in a lie, not only by Peter.

Peter sighed, a long dreary sigh, "Yeap."

"Really? Isn't that interesting." Sierra replied dutifully, trying to keep the conversation going. She and Peter had gotten along well, but she was getting tired of his gloomy attitude, "What is up there, then?"

Peter heaved another big sigh, as he began to look up at the dark covered night. A wisp of cloud covered the silver moon, but it didn't take away its light, "Wendy's over there." Peter whispered, as if the very words would burn his mouth. Sierra winced, knowing it was her fault she had brought it up- but Peter had to address his feelings. But it's not like I didn't know. Sierra thought, I guess when I go into a part, I really get into it… Sierra sighed slightly. Though, the thought of that caused a large bang on her mental door.

You can count on that, the slithery voice called out, through the cracks in the mental wall she had put up. But you arent always inn sync with me. Hysterical laughter rose up, as the slitery voice slipped through the cracks it had created in her wall. You can't escape me and I KNOW you what I need to achieve. Sierra tried to not to gasp in fear, but she could tell by Peter's face, that her face held it all. With a small shake of the head in Peter's direction, Sierra internally shouted at her counter-part, Never! Not in a million years- No! Not even AFTER THAT! Not even when I AM DEAD! The voice in her mind seemed to shrink, but Sierra knew it would be just a matter of time before it returned again. It would come back.

"Oh, yes, Wendy." Sierra replied, not even remembering what the question had been, "That's nice." Sierra couldn't keep her fear from shaking in her voice, and she saw the fairies give her weird looks. They are already apprehensive of me, considering I have white eyes. Seeming scared for no good reason isn't going to sit well with them.

Peter Pan stared at her, before his anger started to grow. His face drew into a scowl, as he began his tirade, "No! Not it's not nice! Not at all! She left me, and you know what? No amount of kindness or faith is going to get her back? You know why? Because she promised me she'd be back within days! Wendy doesn't break a promise! How could she leave me here? Alone?" Peter stomped heavily on the ground, as his fists flew in the air, his anger unbridled, "She told me she would talk to them- 'They need to understand, Peter. About what I want.' Has she come yet, NO! I've waited for days and she hasn't shown up yet! Does she even remember me? I doubt it!" Peter sat down on the log, as a weighty sigh came out of him, "Wendy, why did you leave in the first place? We were having so much fun!"

"Wait a minute!" Sierra called out, as her mind spun in circles, "Didn't I come here, right after Wendy went back? How come you're talking as if it has been weeks since you've seen her?"

Peter shook his head, "No, you came a few days after she left." Smiling ruefully at Sierra, he continued, "Good thing, too. The fairies can only give so much fun, and Hook isn't around anymore. I was getting… lonely."

Sierra looked down at her hands, as she played with them, "Peter, I'm really sorry- No wonder you had been so excited when you thought I was…" Sierra's voice faded in the night, as the fiaries beside her chattered with one another. She didn't bother in remembering what they said, because it was unimportant to her. Right now, her resolve to find Wendy was stronger then ever.

Suddenly, the fairy beside her stated how bored she was. Not even with a pause, Sierra looked at the young fairy, "Well, if you're so bored, why don't you-" Sierra stopped abruptly, as she noticed how everyone was looking at her strangely. The fairies beside her were began to flutter their wings in agitation, as they nearest ones fluttered off. Peter looked up at her, and asked her who she was talking to, "I'm talking to the fairies," Sierra replied nonchalantly, as if it was an everyday occurance, "They said they were bored, so I was going to suggest-"

"You can hear them!" Peter astonished voice cut through Sierra's statement. Sierra nodded her head warily, as she looked at everyone curiously.

"What? It's not as if they don't have voices- They are just too small for the average ears to hear them." Sierra stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, duh, I knew that!" Peter replied tartly, before rolling his eyes and smiling at her. Sierra was overjoyed to see Peter smile, and she couldn't help to smile at him in return. She had overheard, from the fairies, that Peter had been acting gloomy ever since Wendy left. Of course, this had been before Sierra knew she was a little later than Wendy just leaving. (Sierra discarded it as in Peter was just dealing with his feelings for Wendy)

"He's always alone." Sierra had heard a fairy muttered to the others around her. Sierra tried not to hide her surprise from that sentence, for Peter had always surrounded himself with other people- Or, Fairies. "And he doesn't smile anymore- let alone DO ANYTHING. He's been such a bore since the brown-haired girl left. Maybe this new one will make him feel better, and he'll be much better to play with again." The fairies had fluttered their wings in the direction of Sierra, and Sierra had quickly looked like she was doing something.

"She's much more- Rugged looking, I'll give you that." One of the fairies had sniffed, as the others tittered and laughed, "But that makes up for Wendy. She looked so fail! As if a slight breeze could topple her over!" More laughter had sounded after that, and Sierra gave the backs of the fairies hard looks. She isn't frail! Sierra though indignantly. As she huffed inside of herself. After that, Sierra decided that listening to the Fairies gossip wasn't all that appealing- Not that it had been in the first place, of course.

So, now, Sierra seeing that Peter was finally smiling after days of non-smiling (which is strictly odd for Peter), Sierra just couldn't let it slide away, almost unnoticed. She knew, that after these few minutes of blanted happiness, Peter would go back to being… well, like the Fairies said boring. She had to do something. She had to find Wendy, but first she would have to warn Peter of where she was going… Somehow.

Peter noticed Sierra's face going distance and unreadable. He wondered briefly what she was thinking, but suddenly the Fairies around him started to act entertaining. He watched them fly and laugh and play, their wings sparkling in their fire's red-orange light, before he looked down to Sierra to comment about it. He was stunned to see her staring intensely at him. He gave a smile, not daring to give her a questioning look to her intense look.

"Peter, do you know where your little sun is?"

If the question struck him as odd, he didn't show it. Though his smile melted completely off of his face, and his eyes soon darted from Sierra's face, to the flickering, glowing fire. He sighed, a deep, heavy sigh, before slowly shaking his head. His buried emotions came back full force, as he whispered softly, "No, I really don't."

"You don't know!" Sierra echoed, astonished. All thoughts of applying her wit to discover what Wendy was up to- and to warn Peter of her plan to go get her- disappeared within that second, "What do you mean, you don't know, Peter? Of course you know!" She gave Peter a hard look, which he studiously ignored, gazing deeply into the fire. A sudden thought dawned on Sierra, as she gave Peter another long stare, "No, Peter, what you mean is that you haven't looked for Wendy. You know exactly where she is. In her home, in the adult world. You know where she lives, Peter! What if something happened to her, Peter! How could you know for certain that she just decided not to come back! How could you know if you never looked? What if…." Hook captured her? What if he blocked off the way for her to come back! We can't exclude Hook yet- What if he survived that Crocodile?

"What if what?" Peter demanded of Sierra, as he gazed more intently into the fire. He wouldn't think of Wendy… Shouldn't think of Wendy. Besides, she was just a girl! Then why do I think of her?

Sierra took in all of Peter's depressing position. His hunched back, his distant and aloof aura. His snarling, depressed tone of voice. He's really out of it, Sierra thought, especially when you mention Wendy's name. I really need to get her back- NOW.

"What if she got kidnapped by some person! What if somebody that hates you has stolen her!" Sierra all but yelled. How could Peter not think of that? What if Wendy was in trouble?

Peter shook his head, "No, that can't be. Hook's dead-"

"What? Hook's dead? Ahem, I mean… Who? What?"

Peter waved his hand in a dismissal fashion, "He was a low-down pirate. Worst person you'd ever want to meet. The Alligator ate him- Or was it a crocodile?" Peter seemed to sit in thought, pondering over what reptilian species had actually done in his old nemesis.

As Peter began to ponder and think, Sierra sat there in a subdued silence. Hook's actually dead? Is Peter sure? Well, why in the world am I here for, if not to stop Hook's tragic drama of keeping Wendy away… Oh, wait, could it actually be so simple as I have to go over and GET WENDY AND BRING HER HERE? That smacks as the most simplest quest I had to do so far! Well, now all I need to do is just pick a day and go.

Besides, I want to know what is keeping these two apart.

Calm-Waters: Little jumpy, as you can probably tell. Sorry about that. And I am really REALLY EXTREMELY sorry that I kept you all waiting like that… I am so not a very good Writer, now am I? No, not at all. Well, anyway, dedicated to my friend Barbie girl :D I hope you liked it so far, and if you have anything to say, you know to contact me, right?