Sorry I'm late but here's chapter 2. Please R&R and I shall see you at the bottom of the page.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

Peter, I look around the darkness trying to figure out if I had heard someone call out my name or if it was just in my head, but I find nothing except the liquid that holds me in place, Peter Pan, there it is again but as before there is no one there. Perhaps I'm starting to feel lonely and have started hearing voices in my head, although I doubt I've been here long enough to feel lonely. It's probably only been a few hours since James shot me. Either way I'm not ready to befriend that voice just yet.

Peter wake up, I decide to ignore the voice, Wake up Peter, the voice doesn't seem to like that, I told you to wake up, and it's starting to sound irritated with me, PETER, through the darkness I feel something tugging at my arms so hard it feels like it might get yanked off. I let the feeling continue finding no need to wake up; when in truth I'm already awake in a never ending darkness that is now my home, my new adventure.

The voice continues to rant on and on repeating my name over and over again. Soon enough it's no longer just one voice if not several that swim around my head talking over each other making it pound unbearably, and now it feels like every part of my body is being yanked over and over again. It hurts but as before I don't do anything letting the yanking continues, somehow I feel like I deserve it. Both the yanking and the screaming voices in my head that persist to get louder demanding me to awaken, I deserve it both.

Peter, a voice that booms over the rest says sounding calm and almost recognizable that it gets me curious enough to hear it, Peter you need to wake up, and just like that the voice loses my interest, Peter, Wendy needs you.

It isn't till that moment that I realize I had my eyes closed as they shoot open in a flash. I had thought my eyes were open when I was in the darkness. I mean, the thick dark liquid surrounding me was as easy to see as my own hands. It moved around like silent thick waves that lazily dragged me along and at times the waves even seemed to glisten. Plus there was also the cold solid feeling of the liquid which held me down promising to never let go, but now I feel nothing around me except something hard and firm pressing against my back. It feels like a bed made out of hard rocks that press against my back like dull shards of glass.

Looking around through my now adjusted vision I notice that I'm in a somewhat small dark cave. Above me, a single beam of light filters in through the high ceiling illuminating parts of the cave leaving only a few spots in utter darkness. Blinking against the bright light I take a deep breath of air feeling the crisp coolness of it enter my lungs filling them as if for the first time. It's a nice feeling that gives me a sense of comfort in this confusing turn of events.

"So you've finally decided to wake up?" a voice asks echoing through the small space in the cave filling the silence like a crashing drum.

I'm not surprised of it knowing well that it is the same voice that urged me to wake up. I turn to look for the source of the voice moving only my head wanting not to move my seemingly paralyzed body. A patch of darkness lies only a few feet away from me and I stare at it watching as a shadow emerges from the darkness seeming to easily rip away from it.

An almost unrecognizable girl stares at me from where she stands holding no real emotion on her porcelain face. Her long red flowing hair reaches her waist in smooth cascading waves. Her porcelain white face holds no blemish on it except for a few freckles that are powdered along her cheeks that are practically concealed in the paleness of her skin. The golden light filtering in embraces her like a halo making her appearance like that of an angel, but she's far from being anything near such a thing.

"Nellie," I whisper indifferently finally able to find my voice in my unmoving body feeling the words slip from my lips fairly easily. She smiles a sad lonely smile while continuing to stand at the edge of the small circle of light seeming to be a bit uncomfortable, "You've changed so much in the few hours I've been asleep," I say knowing too well how fast Neverland can change ones appearance as fast as it can keep it frozen for centuries.

Nellie flinches a bit staring down at her feet before looking back up at me with a determined expression set on her face, "Peter, you've been gone for over a month," she says sternly holding no compassion in her tone or any sign of sorrow in her face making me flinch. The way she says it is like a slap to my face confirming what I had feared.

Well at least it was only a month and not several years. How would I be able to keep up with anything in this world if a good amount of years had passed with me still in that never ending loop of darkness. I'd probably never be able to recover from such a thing.

"Wow, you didn't even try to act kind," I say sarcastically while turning my gaze back to the roof of the cave knowing well that it's the opening of the chasm I had fallen through, apparently, a month ago, "You haven't changed a bit," I add in a much calmer tone. Nellie doesn't say anything but just stands there seemingly continuing to stare at me grimly, "How am I still alive," I eventually ask after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

She walks up to me, her dress, that I hadn't noticed earlier, swishing with her every step as she lifts the edge of thin looking cloth that seems to cover up most of my body, "The Indian's ceremonial robe saved you," she says letting the cloth go quickly, "That which has the power to save a man from his death bed, but which cannot return the dead," she looks at me straight in the eye, her golden eyes seeming to glow in the dim darkness, "You never died Peter, you only fell asleep while the robe revived your broken body, and that glow you saw when you fell was the magic of the robe taking effect immediately," she touches the spot where the bullet had hit and I shiver unused to feeling the touch of another human being, especially that one of a traitor.

I watch her remove her hand from my stomach as she holds her hand out to me indicating that she wants to help me up. I unwillingly take it feeling my arm lift itself as light as a feather, and to think that I'd probably feel heavy and uncoordinated. Looking at her as I sit up I can't help but ask, "Why did you do it Nellie, why did you betray me?" taking her off guard.

She doesn't let go of my hand, mainly because I'm holding it tight preventing her from dodging my question, as she stares at the ground a bit ashamed. I begin to believe that she isn't going to tell me and am about to release her when she whispers, "Because I was jealous," so low that I almost miss it.

"Why would you be jealous and jealous of whom …?"

"WENDY!" she shrieks whipping her head up at me and staring right at me with pure hatred filling her voice, "I was jealous on how you loved her so much, even after she abandoned you. No matter how much I tried to make you forget her you would always find a way to bring her into anything we ever did," she seethes digging her nails into my hand where I'm still holding onto her, "I hate how you always compared me to her saying that I wasn't pretty like her, or as intelligent, or kind, or ANYTHING! I hate how after insulting me that way you would later play with my feelings by trying to forget her by loving me," at this all I can do is look away too ashamed to even look at her further, "You promised you'd give me a chance to make you forget her, that you'd let me sooth the pain she had left behind. You promised and then broke it when you went looking for her,"

Tears are pouring down her face and even then her beauty does not falter. She looks like one of those paintings Wendy showed me once at an art museum some time back. It held an angel that seemed to be weeping and even through its tears, not once did it lose its glory. Nellie reminds me of that painting as I watch her cry in front of me.

"I hate her because when you returned you came looking for her and not me," she sobs slowly sinking to her knees while continuing to hold onto my hand, "You didn't even seem to really notice me. I also hate how you woke up for her and not me," she finally whispers as I free my hand from her grasp.

Looking down at her I know it will help nothing but either way I say, "I'm sorry Nellie for abandoning you and I know that there's nothing I can do to make it right," she doesn't look up but continues to sob from where she sits, "I'm also sorry I couldn't love you the way I promised I would," again she says nothing.

Standing up I look down at the rock bed while pulling on the robe around my shoulders as I notice a dry dark patch on the rocks near where my head had been and I know that it was my own blood. Not thinking much about it I head toward the patch of darkness that Nellie had emerged from earlier guessing that it's the entrance. Just before I leave the light of the circle I hear Nellie say, "I forgive you either way, even if it means nothing anymore," I turn to look at her but she's gone. Nothing but the small rock bed lies within the small confines of the cave in which held me all this time.

Without a second glance I turn and walk away.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful."
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

So there it is. I will not be doing shout outs today, seeming as its 1:12 in the morning and I have practice in a few hours for band, so I'll put that off for the next chapter.

Although, This chapter is dedicated to kittyhawk09. Peter got to somewhat confront Nellie but there will be more confronting later on.

Goodnight/Goodmorning.

Until next time my lovelies.