A/N: Hello people, I'm still alive. I did not get assassinated like I expected but I did lost a few readers :( Oh and one of them said that they were confused, well right after you review that I went back to the last chapter and added the explanation. I forgot last time that I wanted you wonderful readers to also check out the book "Another Pan" It's still a Peter Pan story but has a different spin to it, like Egypt. I hope you like this chapter better than the last so enjoy my terrible tale! ;)
I do not own Peter or Wendy, just the Lost Kids, some of the Pirates, and the plot. (Maybe the city?)
Warning: one swear word.
Peter flinched at the name.
The whooped, yelling at the top of his lungs, "We've got a reaction!"
Once again, everyone stopped what they were doing and rushed over, surrounding Peter. The girl who claimed to be Wendy was pushed out of the circle with a look of bewilderment. Apparently he hasn't moved in quite a while.
After seeing that he wasn't going to move again, the crowd dispersed; some muttering that it was a false alarm. The boy must've heard those comments and glared at the people, not liking being called a liar.
The boy turned back to Wendy, he smiled. "Since you got Peter to move, you have the pleasure of babysitting him. I have best get back to my rounds, have fun!" then he left. They didn't notice that Peter was looking at them from the corner of his eye.
"Okay Peter, just you and me," said Wendy awkwardly. She didn't feel comfortable being alone with something that acted like a copse, or looked like one. "How about a game, you love games." She thought for a moment, what do boys like to play? She didn't bring any game boys or board games; looking around there was nothing remotely entertaining.
The she thought back to her early elementary school years, of simple games like red-rover and tag. Tag!
"How does tag sound?" she asked. Wendy poked Peter's shoulder "Tag you're it!" she cried and ran off; she failed to notice that he flinched again at her touch. When she noticed that he wasn't chasing her, Wendy came back with a small frown.
Wendy then tried telling a story about him, nothing. Maybe the book she had in her pack. As soon as Peter saw the cover, his eyes widened a little and he shifted on his crate, a soft crunch of leaves accompanying the movement. The girl notices and stops with the book halfway out the bag.
"Peter, don't you like this story? It stars yourself," the last part had a knowing and teasing tone, the book all the way out of the bag.
That's what the original Wendy would've said, the one that flew with him all those years ago; now here before, is a cheap duplicate, no she's not going to replace the original. Not now, not ever.
He hopped off the crate, nearly falling over, not used to carrying his own weight, runs from the copy. Peter stumbled the first few steps, gains his balance and heads towards another corner of the camp.
Some of the Lost Kids gave a cry of excitement as they watch Peter run, even if it was a short distance. Barely anyone noticed, as he ran, a tiny flush of color on his cheeks.
Wendy took a step towards Peter but was blocked by a girl.
"You may think you're all high and might just because you got Peter off his lazy ass but I've got my eye on you," she hissed.
Wendy gave the girl a confused look, she didn't feel high and mighty; more hurt than anything, and never had someone run from her before. She's never really been threatened before either, much less by someone that cursed. The girl turned and walked away.
Elsewhere, hidden deep within the city something was growing. No one noticed, but no one does pay attention to the little things in life. But if you were to look at it with a critical eye, then you would see a tiny patch of moss no bigger than a thumb.