Another, (yes, another!) fan-fic!!! except this one has a catch...
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oxford girl
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aw! yes you are!
KathrynJanewayChakotay
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Great update nicki turned around and peter was there interesting.
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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Thanks Kate! Ok, here's the more that I promised to Tess. 
Her breath caught in her throat. A choking sensation overcame her as she tried to find words. Her eyes darted around; where was Alia? She looked back at the king. It was then that she noticed that he did not look mad or even upset. Whatever words she thought of saying to explain why she was there died on her lips.
Peter had been standing in the middle of the room, but now he walked towards the platform.
“I had no idea you knew how to play! Why did you not say anything before?”
Her eyes widened. Her lips pressed together and she continued to stare at him with big brown eyes. She played with the edge of her sleeve. He could see fear in her eyes. He desperately wanted to comfort her, but he had no idea how. She was terribly afraid of men; this he could clearly see. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get close enough to her to ever get her to open up to him. His mind searched for something to say.
“Um… well… you play wonderfully. You should play for one of the banquets sometime!”
She felt like she was going to pass out when she heard this. She swallowed hard and tried to push down her rising fear. She could tell that he was just trying to make light conversation, but she couldn’t help it. She broke her long gaze with him and looked down at her feet.
“If I must,” she whispered. Since she was looking down she couldn’t see the hurt expression on his face.
“I would never make you do something that made you uncomfortable. It just seemed to me that you enjoyed playing, that’s all,” he said firmly. He was not a dictator! His pride stung from her comment, and he wanted to sit her down and pull out the answers to all of his questions. She was the most mysterious person he’d ever met, and it was driving him nuts.
Listening: The Stairs, from Finding Neverland.
Her breath caught in her throat. A choking sensation overcame her as she tried to find words. Her eyes darted around; where was Alia? She looked back at the king. It was then that she noticed that he did not look mad or even upset. Whatever words she thought of saying to explain why she was there died on her lips.
Peter had been standing in the middle of the room, but now he walked towards the platform.
“I had no idea you knew how to play! Why did you not say anything before?”
Her eyes widened. Her lips pressed together and she continued to stare at him with big brown eyes. She played with the edge of her sleeve. He could see fear in her eyes. He desperately wanted to comfort her, but he had no idea how. She was terribly afraid of men; this he could clearly see. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get close enough to her to ever get her to open up to him. His mind searched for something to say.
“Um… well… you play wonderfully. You should play for one of the banquets sometime!”
She felt like she was going to pass out when she heard this. She swallowed hard and tried to push down her rising fear. She could tell that he was just trying to make light conversation, but she couldn’t help it. She broke her long gaze with him and looked down at her feet.
“If I must,” she whispered. Since she was looking down she couldn’t see the hurt expression on his face.
“I would never make you do something that made you uncomfortable. It just seemed to me that you enjoyed playing, that’s all,” he said firmly. He was not a dictator! His pride stung from her comment, and he wanted to sit her down and pull out the answers to all of his questions. She was the most mysterious person he’d ever met, and it was driving him nuts.
Listening: The Stairs, from Finding Neverland.
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SusanTheGentleHornblower
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more-ish.....
“Where did Alia go?” she asked. She wished the maid was here; she would have felt much better!
“Mrs. Beaver needed her for something, so I was the closest one available to go find here,” said Peter more casually. He rolled his eyes and smiled. “That’s what you get when you try to taste-test.”
She glanced up at him, and almost smiled. Hope rose in him. Maybe she was more reachable than he thought. He had noticed that she had been cleaned up since he had seen her that morning. Her brown hair was combed and pulled back loosely, and the dress looked much nicer than the rags she had been in earlier. She was pretty, in a very different sort of way. She was extremely thin, but Peter guessed that was from being under-fed. Everything about her was tall and thin. Her face, hands; everything. Not so that she looked odd, just so that she looked very graceful and stately. The only thing that countered that was her rigid stance and her fearful eyes. He paused before saying,
“Would… would you play something for me?”
She glanced up, looking surprised. Her mouth opened, closed, and then she said,
“Of course.” She hesitated before sitting down on the bench again. Before she started playing she heard him walk up onto the platform. Her heartbeat quickened. She mentally told herself to calm down, and then she began.
The song she chose to play told a story. Not a specific one, but you couldn’t have heard the song without coming to that conclusion. Peter was transfixed. He could see what was happening in the story so clearly in his mind. Neither of them knew at what point it happened, but by the end of the song he was sitting on the bench beside her, watching her hands move perfectly over the keys.
Near the end of the song the story took a heart-rending turn, and Peter closed his eyes. He suddenly got the thought that maybe the story was about Katriana. He opened his eyes and looked at her face. She wasn’t even looking at the keys as her fingers flew over them. She looked above them, out into the back of the room. Her lips were barely parted. Katriana seemed to be in a trance, and as she reached the climax, a tear rolled silently down her cheek.
Listening: I'm thinking still The Stairs. Listen to it again if you have to.
“Where did Alia go?” she asked. She wished the maid was here; she would have felt much better!
“Mrs. Beaver needed her for something, so I was the closest one available to go find here,” said Peter more casually. He rolled his eyes and smiled. “That’s what you get when you try to taste-test.”
She glanced up at him, and almost smiled. Hope rose in him. Maybe she was more reachable than he thought. He had noticed that she had been cleaned up since he had seen her that morning. Her brown hair was combed and pulled back loosely, and the dress looked much nicer than the rags she had been in earlier. She was pretty, in a very different sort of way. She was extremely thin, but Peter guessed that was from being under-fed. Everything about her was tall and thin. Her face, hands; everything. Not so that she looked odd, just so that she looked very graceful and stately. The only thing that countered that was her rigid stance and her fearful eyes. He paused before saying,
“Would… would you play something for me?”
She glanced up, looking surprised. Her mouth opened, closed, and then she said,
“Of course.” She hesitated before sitting down on the bench again. Before she started playing she heard him walk up onto the platform. Her heartbeat quickened. She mentally told herself to calm down, and then she began.
The song she chose to play told a story. Not a specific one, but you couldn’t have heard the song without coming to that conclusion. Peter was transfixed. He could see what was happening in the story so clearly in his mind. Neither of them knew at what point it happened, but by the end of the song he was sitting on the bench beside her, watching her hands move perfectly over the keys.
Near the end of the song the story took a heart-rending turn, and Peter closed his eyes. He suddenly got the thought that maybe the story was about Katriana. He opened his eyes and looked at her face. She wasn’t even looking at the keys as her fingers flew over them. She looked above them, out into the back of the room. Her lips were barely parted. Katriana seemed to be in a trance, and as she reached the climax, a tear rolled silently down her cheek.
Listening: I'm thinking still The Stairs. Listen to it again if you have to.
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This is great Nicki. I am so wondering at this mysterious girl. Great job.
oxford girl
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*sniffles* soo good, and sad *sniff sniff*
*cough* Wonderful Nicki!
*cough* Wonderful Nicki!
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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Aw, thanks you guys!!! *hands Tess tissues* here's some more...
The song came to a sad end, and Peter continued to look at her face. She sat there for a moment before she reached up and harshly wiped away the tear on her face. He spoke after a moment.
“That was about you, wasn’t it?” he asked gently. She didn’t look at him. He waited before saying, “It’s all right; you don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know, no one here will ever, ever hurt you.”
She glanced up sharply at him, with a questioning look in her eyes. He looked back at her steadily. Her bottom lip quivered slightly as she searched his face.
“I promise,” he said even more quietly. She blinked several times, and he could tell she was fighting back tears. Suddenly, she turned and got up. He watched as she walked quickly to the door. As she reached the doorway, however, she stopped. He got up slowly and sauntered to the edge of the platform.
“Is something wrong?”
There was a pause before she said, “I don’t know my way back. I can’t remember the way.” Her voice sounded exasperated, but still on the edge of tears. He smiled in spite of this. He had reached her by now, and stopped beside her. He offered her his elbow, and said,
“Come on, I’ll escort you back.” A smile played on his lips, and the mischievous look was in his eyes again. She hesitated; wondering if he was teasing her. He nodded though, and she cautiously took his arm. Chills ran down her spine as he covered her hand with his.
As they walked down the halls Peter began telling her the history of some of the decoration. It was very interesting, and he made a wonderful story teller. Time flew by, and before she knew it, she was back at her room.
As they reached her door, he reluctantly let go of her hand as she slipped away from him. Katriana had told him that Alia had given her a tour, but he secretly wished he had been the one to show her around. He bowed to her now before he left.
“Thank you for the honor.”
Katriana was at a loss for words. She had never been treated so… decently before. As she met his gaze, she realized that he’d been telling the truth before. Maybe she was safe here. She swallowed before she replied.
“Thank you,” she said, and Peter realized that the fear had left her eyes.
“The pleasure was mine,” he said with a smile. Then she opened the door and went inside, leaving him to stand there looking at the door and thinking about what had just happened. He turned and walked down the hall. What he didn’t know was that as he was looking at the door Katriana was leaning against it doing the same thing as he was. Trying to figure out what had happened.
Listening: hmmmmmmmmm, maybe The Marriage, from Finding Neverland.
The song came to a sad end, and Peter continued to look at her face. She sat there for a moment before she reached up and harshly wiped away the tear on her face. He spoke after a moment.
“That was about you, wasn’t it?” he asked gently. She didn’t look at him. He waited before saying, “It’s all right; you don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know, no one here will ever, ever hurt you.”
She glanced up sharply at him, with a questioning look in her eyes. He looked back at her steadily. Her bottom lip quivered slightly as she searched his face.
“I promise,” he said even more quietly. She blinked several times, and he could tell she was fighting back tears. Suddenly, she turned and got up. He watched as she walked quickly to the door. As she reached the doorway, however, she stopped. He got up slowly and sauntered to the edge of the platform.
“Is something wrong?”
There was a pause before she said, “I don’t know my way back. I can’t remember the way.” Her voice sounded exasperated, but still on the edge of tears. He smiled in spite of this. He had reached her by now, and stopped beside her. He offered her his elbow, and said,
“Come on, I’ll escort you back.” A smile played on his lips, and the mischievous look was in his eyes again. She hesitated; wondering if he was teasing her. He nodded though, and she cautiously took his arm. Chills ran down her spine as he covered her hand with his.
As they walked down the halls Peter began telling her the history of some of the decoration. It was very interesting, and he made a wonderful story teller. Time flew by, and before she knew it, she was back at her room.
As they reached her door, he reluctantly let go of her hand as she slipped away from him. Katriana had told him that Alia had given her a tour, but he secretly wished he had been the one to show her around. He bowed to her now before he left.
“Thank you for the honor.”
Katriana was at a loss for words. She had never been treated so… decently before. As she met his gaze, she realized that he’d been telling the truth before. Maybe she was safe here. She swallowed before she replied.
“Thank you,” she said, and Peter realized that the fear had left her eyes.
“The pleasure was mine,” he said with a smile. Then she opened the door and went inside, leaving him to stand there looking at the door and thinking about what had just happened. He turned and walked down the hall. What he didn’t know was that as he was looking at the door Katriana was leaning against it doing the same thing as he was. Trying to figure out what had happened.
Listening: hmmmmmmmmm, maybe The Marriage, from Finding Neverland.
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oxford girl
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awesome Nicki!!!! me WUVS it!!
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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lol, gee, thanks! somes mores........
“Hello! I wasn’t finished with your hair yet!” exclaimed Alia as she scrambled to grab the remains of the braid. Katriana stood in front of the mirror, and touched her face. Alia finished the braid, and looked up. “What’s wrong?”
Katriana was silent for a moment, then answered, “Nothing. I’ve just not… seen myself in a mirror ever.”
Alia gave her an incredulous look. “You’ve never looked in a mirror before?” Katriana shook her head. “Then how did you ever do your hair?”
Katriana thought about this with her head tipped to one side. “I’ve never done anything with my hair until I came here.”
Alia stared at her for a bit, wondering if she was joking. She finally shook her head and said, “Wow, that’s amazing to me. We’ll have to do you up special for the banquet next week.” She winked at Katriana in the mirror as she wound the braid around into a bun on the top of Katriana’s head.
Katriana turned around and looked at her full in the face. “What banquet?”
Listening: Children Arrive, from Finding Neverland.
somes mores........~*~
Katriana sat on her bed that evening letting Alia braid her hair. She really liked Alia, and found that she was very easy to talk to. As they sat there in the twilight, Katriana noticed a mirror on the wall. She got up and walked over to it.“Hello! I wasn’t finished with your hair yet!” exclaimed Alia as she scrambled to grab the remains of the braid. Katriana stood in front of the mirror, and touched her face. Alia finished the braid, and looked up. “What’s wrong?”
Katriana was silent for a moment, then answered, “Nothing. I’ve just not… seen myself in a mirror ever.”
Alia gave her an incredulous look. “You’ve never looked in a mirror before?” Katriana shook her head. “Then how did you ever do your hair?”
Katriana thought about this with her head tipped to one side. “I’ve never done anything with my hair until I came here.”
Alia stared at her for a bit, wondering if she was joking. She finally shook her head and said, “Wow, that’s amazing to me. We’ll have to do you up special for the banquet next week.” She winked at Katriana in the mirror as she wound the braid around into a bun on the top of Katriana’s head.
Katriana turned around and looked at her full in the face. “What banquet?”
Listening: Children Arrive, from Finding Neverland.
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KathrynJanewayChakotay
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aww nicki that was so good sniffs Tear so sweet.
The Second Pevensie
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Love it. 
That last part was so sweet.
That last part was so sweet.
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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Thanks guys!! I haven't done anymore yet, but I'm free all day tomorrow, so who knows what will happen!!! 
Georgie the Valient
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*GASP* I haven't caught up! *hurries back*
NO doubt I'll have to edit my message
Ah well....
EDIT: AWESOME ADDITION SUSANTHEGENTLEHORNBLOWER!!!!!!!!!!
Great great great great great great great great great great great great GREAT job
Hehe, I like the part where Peter and her are leaning on the same door
NO doubt I'll have to edit my message
Ah well....EDIT: AWESOME ADDITION SUSANTHEGENTLEHORNBLOWER!!!!!!!!!!
Great great great great great great great great great great great great GREAT job
Hehe, I like the part where Peter and her are leaning on the same door
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SusanTheGentleHornblower
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*GASP* I haven't caught up! *hurries back*
NO doubt I'll have to edit my message
EDIT: AWESOME ADDITION SUSANTHEGENTLEHORNBLOWER!!!!!!!!!!
Great great great great great great great great great great great great GREAT job
Hehe, I like the part where Peter and her are leaning on the same door
haha!!!! thank you!
Really, you can call me Nicki! It's much easier for y'all to write! I'm working on more right now, and I want to tell you that I'm making an edit to the story. Originally in the story, the banquet was going to be the week they were in, but I'm changing it to the next week. Thanks!
oxford girl
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more soon???
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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oxford girl
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Soon.
Well then. *sends no more pms*
jk
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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Well then. *sends no more pms*
lol!!!! here's some more...
Alia had hair pins in her mouth, so her answer came out, “Dere’s a banket later next week in re-e-er-ence of our irst alliance with Archenland.” But Katriana was not worried about that. She was concerned about something else.
“What will we do? Will we have to help serve?”
“Yes, probably,” answered Alia now that the pins were out of her mouth. “We will usually help out at things like that, only because there will so many people there. It’s fun! We dress up a bit, which is very nice, and the guests are always very polite and kind, so it’s really not that bad. Some of the creatures will play music during the meal, so knowing your talent, you might get roped into that!” Alia smiled at Katriana, who had turned back towards the mirror. She then turned to pick up some ribbon she had brought with her from the dresser, so she didn’t see the look on Katriana’s face. Agony. Pure agony.
Listening: Thrust, from the movie Wall*E, by Thomas Newman. Yes, I know that when I originally wrote this Wall*E wasn't out, but get over it. This is the song I choose.
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oxford girl
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Poor Katriana 