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Okay so I'm sorry I'm not writing Searching but I was watching Peter Pan (2003 version) and I died… HERE. I'M SORRY.
Btw, this is after the battle at the castle, where the whole 'To die would be an awfully big adventure' thing happened. Also, in this neverland, people age very slowly until they reach eighteen. (It takes a really, really long time though)
"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting."
Wendy watched as her brothers danced, little Michael hugging his bear, John flirting with Tiger Lily. It had been a long battle, and she was exhausted, having killed at least three pirates. (Possibly four; it was a bit of a blur, really.)
"Wendy!" A harsh whisper came from behind her. She jumped, turning around, then relaxed.
"Peter, you scared me. I was just watching the festivities." Peter grinned, taking her hand.
"Come see this, Wendy." Wendy slowly shook her head, exasperated, but let him lead her away into the forest.
Peter stopped so suddenly that Wendy crashed into him, causing her to trip. He caught her, holding her by the waist, and grinned. She huffed and looked around.
Her and Peter were in front of a large tree; one that seemed to be glowing from the inside, lighting up the forest around it. Everything was blue and gold, and it took Wendy's breath away, much like the boy in front of her did.
"Wendy, come here. Look." Peter lead her to the bottom of the tree and slowly lowered his head down to a root. Wendy was confused but followed suit, placing her head next to Peter's. She gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. Small creatures with delicate gossamer wings and beautiful spider silk clothes were dancing, whirling around as if there were nothing wrong in the world; no pirates, no evil giant crocodiles. Faeries. In the center of it all, a beautiful queen was dancing with her knight, slowly spinning each other around. It was like the eye of a storm, calm in the midst of so much beautiful chaos. Beautiful music was playing, soft and yet so, so loud. A tear suddenly ran down her cheek, and she felt Peter squeeze her hand. She squeezed his back.
"It's beautiful. Truly, Peter. Thank you." She turned to look at him, and was shocked to see him staring at her, something strange in his gaze. He's confused, she realized. But why? He suddenly drew in a breath, and looked towards the forest.
"Dance with me,"
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Hook watched as Pan lead the girl into the middle of the grove, holding both her hands.
He watched, trying not to gag at the way they took looked into each other's eyes, or the way Pan wrapped his hand around the girl's waist.
The final straw was when they started to rise into the air, spinning in slow circles. It was disgustingly romantic, and he was about to raise his gun and shoot Pan when something in the girl's eyes stopped him.
They were full of love. Pan's eyes were matching. He looked very confused about it, and frightened. It was almost funny.
Suddenly, Hook could see why Pan had been drawn to her, could understand how, of all of the places in in the world, in all the streets and neighborhoods, of all the windows in the world, how Pan had found this one. It was all because of the girl; her stories, her love. He almost dropped his gun. A tinkling voice comes from beside him. Tinkerbell. The girl, the bitch, her name is Wendy.
"Wendy, you say?" The small faery nods, a frown on her face. She starts wildly gesturing and tinkling. She stole Peter, she made him soft. I hate her.
"Oh. So this is about Pan. You know, Tink, you and I are old friends, regardless of our opinions on Pan, and I say you need to get him back. Let me take care of the girl." Hook had a plan. A very, very good plan. If Pan loved the girl, then hurting her would definitely hurt him.
Out of nowhere, Hook heard Wendy's voice. She was speaking to Pan, saying something. They were back on ground level. The look on her face was curious and earnest, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"-anger?" Pan frowned.
"Hook," He says, and shakes his head. The girl moves closer, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder.
"Love?"
Pan shoots backward, hitting a fallen trunk. "I don't feel love. I don't have feelings." He spat the word out as if it was poison, but the fear in his eyes was plain as day. Wendy took a step towards him, and he pressed farther into the trunk.
"I think you do, Peter. I think you're just afraid." He wildly shook his head, eyes darting and fists clenching. He was looking anywhere but her.
"No," He says forcefully. "No! I don't feel love. I don't feel anything. What's between us is a dream, Wendy, a stupid dream! You're not a mother, I'm not a father. We. Are. Nothing."
Wendy puts a hand to her eyes. Letting out a shaking breath. When she finally takes her hand off her face her eyes are blazing with anger. "If we are nothing, if I am nothing, because you clearly think more about yourself, why'd you bring me here?"
"What?" She glares. Things are about to get very interesting.
"WHY DID YOU BRING ME TO NEVERLAND?" Peter averts his gaze.
"I…" He stutters, raking a hand through his hair. "I don't know." This phrase he whispers, clearly hoping Wendy won't hear. She does.
"If you don't know," She hissed coldly. "Then there is no point in me being here. I will go back to London. I will grow up. You clearly need to." Wendy runs off into the woods, Pan staring off at her in disbelief. Hook looks at Tink.
"We need to talk." Tink nods, and Hook holds out his hook. Tink sits on it daintily, and Hook walks to another grove, far away from Pan and his unbelieving stare.
Tink flies over his face and kicks his nose. What's your plan, Hook. I need to get Peter away from that girl. Hook smirks.
"Wendy is mad at Peter, and embarrassed about being rejected by him. It was quite rude." Tink laughs. "Anyway, what will hurt Pan more than her just dying? What will be so hurtful and unforgivable that it would tear him up inside till he goes mad? What could even possibly change his feirce love into hate?" A small smile appears on Tink's face. Betrayal! She tinkles gleefully. Wendy is going to betray them. Hook smirks.
"Exactly. Show me where she lives."
A/N
Chapter four of Searching is almost done :) sorry about the long wait! That was the Peter Pan fic! -_-
whoops