She needed a fuggin’ nap.
If Peter had made it through the night alive, she was pretty sure he’d make it through “pretend surgery” with a “make-believe doctor.” And even if he didn’t, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to help him. So, she went to the little hut they made for her that was attached to the side of the tree off one of the main gangways, crawled inside on the pile of straw and tattered fabric they’d laid out for her, and shut the door.
And prayed that when she woke up, she’d be in a hotel room with one hell of a cocaine hangover.
But something told her she wouldn’t be that lucky.
This felt wrong.
But what was Sasha supposed to do?
She was following along behind Hook as they crept through the woods, approaching the “secret hideout” of the Lost Boys.
“Howdidyou learn the location of the hideout?” She asked Hook quietly. They were in full sneak mode. Well, as sneaky as a contingent of pirates could be, anyway. Which was more than she’d expected, but less than she’d hoped. “If you don’t mind my asking, and it won’t involve me getting shot,” she added quickly.
Hook smirked over his shoulder at her. “Tinker Bell.”
“Wh—” She sighed. “Right. The jealousy thing. You made a deal to spare Pan if you got rid of Wendy.”
“And I am nothing if not a man of my word.” He placed his palm to his chest. “And we’re skipping past the whole poison bit.” He turned his attention back to where he was going.“‘Clap your hands if you believe’crock of shit. Cheap trick to get the audience on your side.”
She snickered quietly. “Now who’s jealous?”
“Ssh.” He ducked behind a tree. “We’re here.”
Convenient. Suspiciously convenient. She wasn’t sure if he could rearrange the topography of an island to avoid a conversation, but she wouldn’t be shocked. She crouched beside him, looking at a huge tree with a rather odd looking section of wood that was very distinctly door-shaped plugging a section of it.
Like the freaking Keebler Elf tree door. It might as well have a sign on it that readSecret Hideout, No Pirates Allowed.“Seriously?” She arched an eyebrow. “They couldn’t do any better than that?”
“It’s a children’s story. Set your expectations accordingly.” Glancing at her briefly, he tapped a finger on the end of her nose. “And don’t call your sister stupid.”
“I—” She paused. If Sidney got here first, she supposed Sidney would have been the one to dream up the secret hideout. Her shoulders slumped. “I didn’t mean?—”
“I won’t tell her.” He paused. “Immediately.”
She punched the back of his shoulder.
That got a quiet laugh out of him. “Now, now, violence solves nothing, my dear.” He gestured to the pirates to his right. “Remember, men, we capture them now. We can brutally murder them all later, once we lure Peter Pan to the ship.”
The pirates crept to the tree, surrounding the door, setting up a perimeter. When it was clearly safe, one of them whistled like a bird.
Hook stood, brushed himself, and strolled toward the door like a proper gentleman. She followed behind him for lack of knowing what better to do.
With the back of his hook, he knocked on the door quietly.
It creaked open, just a little. And out came a shimmering ball of light.
Tinker Bell.
A real life fairy. Sasha stared at the glowing thing in awe. She was beautiful, with short hair cropped to fall over one eye, and large gossamer wings that fluttered at a speed that made them almost impossible to see. She was naked.
Of course she was.
Sidney liked all types and was always the popular one of the two twins. She’d been the source of a lot of gray hairs for her parents growing up. Not because she ever dated in excess—it wasn’t like that. In fact, their dad always commented that Sidney’s girlfriends made him “a lot less nervous” than her boyfriends, for obvious reasons.
But just by comparison alone, Sidney was the rambunctious one. Always out at parties with friends, coming home a little too late and smelling a little too much like weed.
Sasha had been the quiet one who was in her room reading or playing games, and preferred chatting with online friends—which meant she had a non-existent leash growing up. Something she never tested, which was what Sidney found the most infuriating.
