The boys were playing Indians while Wendy mended clothes. Eventually, she decided it was getting late and time for some certain little boys to go to sleep.
"Bedtime, boys."
Tootles pulled on her dress. "Will you tell us a story, Mother?"
"Of course. What shall I tell about tonight?"
"Cinderella!"
"Rapunzel!"
"Pirates!"
The shouts came from every boy. "What about one about Peter Pan?"
"Yes, mother. Do that."
"Alright. Once upon a time there was a boy who never wanted to grow up. His name was Peter Pan, and he lived in a magical place called Neverland."
The boys cheered. Unbeknownst to anyone, the subject of tonight's tale was at the opening of the tree, listening.
"Well, Captain Hook was insistent he catch and kill Peter. So, he took a girl that he cared about to lure him to his death."
Peter wondered who the girl was. Probably Tiger-Lilly, but he thought of Hook taking his Wendy-Lady. That would be a fate worse than death.
"When Peter discovered the girl was missing, he flew over to Mermaid Lagoon to ask them for help finding her. He learned that Hook had her on his ship and would make her walk the plank if Peter didn't show."
The boys gasped. Peter was thinking of how angry he would be if Hook did something like that to Wendy. She was their mother. She cared for him and the Lost Boys.
"Did he come for her, mother?" Nibs inquired.
"But of course, Nibs. Peter swooped in and fought Hook with swords, but Hook pushed the girl off the plank. Peter launched off of the ship to catch her. Then he flew to the end of the plank. Hook swung his sword at Peter, lost his balance, and fell in the water. You know what that means."
Peter laughed from his spot. "The old codfish always gets what he deserves."
"Mr. Crocodile!" The boys cheered.
"Then Peter flew back to the house under the ground and lived happily ever after with Tinkerbell, the girl, and Lost Boys."
"Yay!"
"Now, bedtime." Wendy said. She placed a kiss on one of the twins' cheek.
"What was that, mother?" Curly asked.
"A kiss."
"Can I have one?"
"If you like. Does everyone want a kiss?" Wendy asked.
A chorus of yes' came, so Wendy went from bed to bed and kissed each boy on the cheek. "Goodnight, boys."
She went back to her chair and began tying her hair up.
"Wendy?"
She jumped. "Oh, Peter, you scared me."
Peter had the decency to look remorseful. "Sorry. Do you want to fly with me?"
Wendy seemed uncertain. "I don't know. I just put the boys to bed."
"They'll be fine. Come on, Wendy."
"Alright. I guess it's alright if you're sure."
"I'm always sure."
They flew to a familiar place Wendy liked to go. A small cliff that looked over the Lagoon. Peter sat on the ground next to her.
"Who was the girl?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"What girl?" Wendy asked, confusion lacing her voice.
"The one in your story."
"It wasn't a specific girl. She had no name."
"Yes, she did."
"What was it?"
"Wendy." Peter said. "I would hate it if Captain Hook kidnapped my Wendy-Lady."
"Oh Peter, you would get me back."
"But what if I didn't? What if I didn't fly fast enough to catch you, and you fell in the water? Hook would win because I would get a sick feeling that wouldn't go away."
"Peter! Calm down it's just a story. It didn't happen."
"It could."
"But let's not worry until it does. I think what you need is bed."
"Aww, Wendy, I don't wanna go to bed." Peter pouted.
A glittering light and bell sounds came from Wendy's shoulder.
"Not you too, Tinkerbell."
"That's two, so bed for you." Wendy said.
"Fine, but do I get a kiss too?" Peter asked.
"I guess."
Being the sweet, darling girl she was, Wendy made sure Peter was tucked in, and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Goodnight, Peter Pan."
"Goodnight, Wendy-Lady."