Hook .
The figure in the chair leaned forward. “Peter?”
It was a golden-haired girl, plump and beautifully dressed.
Even taking into account the natural distortion of legends over time, Ashley felt this could not possibly be Captain Hook.
She looked to Peter for help, but Peter was looking perfectly blank.
“It’s me, Peter,” said the girl. “Only—I’m bigger now.”
Ashley’s world tilted a little, the story changing beyond all recognition. The Queen’s documents showed a machine that increased an object’s size ten times.
Not just an object. Anything.
The machine had not been created for an evil purpose, not at first. But who knew what terrible mixture of science and magic had worked together to enlarge a creature who could only feel one thing at a time—and fix her like that forever, full of rage and hate.
Creating a villain out of a fairy. Ashley whispered, “Tinker Bell.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” said Peter. “Sorry.”
Tinker Bell went purple with rage. Under the circumstances, Ashley felt she could hardly blame her.
“Perhaps you’re thinking of a different Peter,” Peter continued helpfully. “Though it would be hard to mistake me for another boy. There is nobody quite like me!”
“This is no time for crowing,” Ashley said out of the corner of her mouth.
“He’d have to be really amazingly wonderful,” Peter went on and then Ashley kicked him in the ankle.
Peter looked surprised and annoyed. “Peter,” Ashley said firmly. “We’re on a mission. Now I don’t think she’ll attack you” —though looking at Tinker Bell’s enraged face, she was not altogether certain about that—“so I’ll get her to attack me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Peter said. “I am the spy here. I’ll run her through.”
“The Queen said she was to be brought back for questioning! And if we can change her back, make her less inclined to be, well, you know, evil—”
Peter looked around at the high Gothic windows and the white cat in Tinker Bell’s lap.
“I do see your point.”
He looked around further and espied a machine that looked a little bit like the offspring of a telescope and a giant spider. “I say, Ashley. I think I’ve come up with a brilliant plan!”
“Have you indeed,” said Ashley, very dry.
“You’ll never guess.”
“I’m not so sure of that, Peter.”
Peter began to sidle with rather obvious stealth toward the contraption.
“What are you doing?” Tinker Bell asked sharply.
Ashley took a hasty step forward. “Why did you want to be big, Tinker Bell?”
Tinker Bell blushed under the fading purple of her rage. “I forget.”
Ashley took another step. Tinker Bell’s gaze followed her. “I don’t think you do.”
“Well,” said Tinker Bell, and shrugged. “It just didn’t seem important afterward, you know. I mean—I realized, Peter is quite ridiculous.”
“I quite agree,” said Ashley. “Of course, so is world domination.”
The white cat was rather abruptly tipped out of Tinker Bell’s lap as she stood up. “You take that back!” she exclaimed, and in her fury, her voice was like the ringing of bells.
“I will not,” said Ashley. “Jealous other woman, doing it all for love, evil overlord bent on world domination? Don’t you ever get tired of being a cliché, Tinker Bell? Don’t you ever just—
“Now, Peter, now!”
For Ashley had broken off in the middle of her sentence and delivered a roundhouse kick to Tinker Bell’s stomach. Tinker Bell fell directly into the path of the machine Peter had just turned on.
In some ways it was a pity. It had been shaping up to be rather a good speech.
Ninja Star approved very much, however. Ashley even received some compliments from the other fairies about her style.
Tinker Bell, the evil genius; Tinker Bell, the fairy transformed, was captured in a ray of light and diminished once more, her stolen inches glowing and falling away. It was terrible at first,
Tinker Bell’s face locked in a snarl. But then it was different suddenly: like a snake shedding a skin, or a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
When the light of the machine faded, Tinker Bell was small and shining once again.
Ashley stood staring, fascinated. Ninja Star took the initiative and imprisoned Tinker Bell in an empty crisp packet.
“I did it!” Peter crowed, and very nearly hit his head on the ceiling of the evil lair, soaring in triumph.
The Queen took being presented with the tiniest evil genius in the world very well. She commended both Peter and Ashley, which left Ashley rather dazed for a while until Peter’s crowing annoyed her again.
“Oh Peter, do be quiet,” she said crossly, as they flew over Big Ben, badly startling a family of pigeons. “I think it’s rather sad. She did it for love, after all.”
“Did she?” asked Peter, rather bored. “Who did she love, then?”
Ashley gave him a withering glance.
“Well, it’s no use looking at me like that,” Peter told her, injured. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve never seen the fairy before in my life!”
And no matter how she argued, he stuck to that.
Ashley finally sighed in exasperation and gave up. “You know, considering her, and Tiger Lily, and Wendy… for someone determined never to grow up, you’re a bit of a playboy.”
Peter frowned, and then his brow smoothed. “It’s true that I am a boy,” he said. “And I love to play!”
Ashley forbore from slapping him upside the head. He might have dropped her.
“What game shall we play next?” Peter inquired eagerly. “I’m sure that with a bit of perseverance, we can get you flying.”
“Peter.”
“A little bit of falling hundreds of feet onto bare rock never hurt anybody.”
“Peter.”
“You just need to think some absolutely scrumptious thoughts.”
“Peter,” Ashley said. “I prefer to keep my feet on the ground.”
She looked at the city of London, sprawled huge and glittering far beyond her dangling toes.
“And,” she continued. “I know you haven’t forgotten our bargain. I want to go home.”
Peter is many things: one of them, when reminded, is a boy of his word. He is too proud not to be.
He flew Ashley back to her window. It was lucky that Ashley, as a rather spoiled only child, had a balcony where he could deposit her. Had he flown her into her bedroom, he would have woken her parents, who were, of course, in there waiting for her.
They had also alerted the police for miles around, but the Queen dealt with that later.
Peter stood on empty air about a foot away from the balcony, his head tilted insouciantly back, arms crossed over his chest.
“You’ll grow up,” he threw out at Ashley, as if it was the direst threat imaginable.
“You bet,” Ashley said. “You might, too.”
There was a moment of stillness. Ashley remembered that instant of quiet at the evil fortress, and remembered him dreaming and weeping in Neverland.
“Not yet, Ashley lady,” said Peter. “Not yet.”
“You can’t stay on that island forever.”
“Maybe not,” Peter told her. “I used to live in Kensington Gardens with the fairies. Dreams change. But there’s always another game.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. “The spy thing?”
Peter beamed at her, beautiful and terrible, young and sweet.
The monster her grandmother had feared, with all his first teeth.
“You must admit, Ashley,” he said. “I am perfectly splendid at it.”
“You’re all right,” Ashley said grudgingly.
“You assisted me quite creditably,” Peter told her grandly.
I do not think it will surprise you when I mention that Ashley was not overwhelmed by this tribute.