Tinkerbell sat in the window of the 'mother' of the Lost Boy's home. They never called her mother and she was here long before Wendy. Why was that? Because she was smaller than all of them? Well who got them all here? Not Wendy that's who. If it hadn't been for her, none of them would be here. Not a single one and wasn't that what mothers did. Got their children places? Oh but Wendy could tell stories, it was complete hogwash. Tinkerbell puffed out her cheek and made a face at the sleep wench before she flew off back to the treehouse. Yet another thing she had done. SHE had helped Peter Pan find it, not Wendy. No all Wendy could do was tell stories and fall. She fell from the sky quite well after all. Sadly, she managed to get back up. Tink flew down the slide and looked around at the sleeping Lost Boys and found her way to 'father'. What a stupid nickname. They weren't parents, parents were grown ups and if Peter wanted to be a grown up he wouldn't be here.
Tink landed lightly on Peter Pan's pillow and spoke into his ear, her voice like a little bell, "Peter, it's time to wake up. Time to rise and shine and wreck some havoc for some pirates."
She laughed as she flew up and landed on Peter's chest. She placed her hands on his chin and looked at his face. She smiled widely, yes Peter was lovely. She didn't understand what on Neverland he saw in Wendy Darling. The twit.