Prompt: Peter nearly kills Wendy in a fit of rage but nurses her back go health when he realizes what he has done

Wendy was just writing in her journal, that Pan had acquired for her, she had a suspicion that he read it sometimes, but she didn't mind all that much. She was always very honest with Peter.

"You think you can lie to me?" She heard the harsh tone from below, somedays Wendy would just stay in the treehouse until he had calmed down, but this sounded serious, and she wanted to be sure he didn't do anything he'd regret.

Her feet quickly found the rungs of the ladder as scrambled to the ground. The scene before her elicited a gasp from the girl. The lost boy was laying on the ground writhing in pain, his lips moving to make silent pleas for his life, no one heard them over Pans harsh breaths as he circled the boy like a predator.

Wendy knew she had to intervene when she saw Peter pull his dagger from his belt running to the middle of the wide circle the rest of the lost boys had made around the scene she clutched his arm.

"Peter, stop!" She shouted, and before another word escaped her lips his arm came back harshly, with purpose, his elbow hitting it's mark smack dab in the middle of her throat.

He turned on her, and suddenly he held her against nearest tree, and it wasn't the Peter she recognized, no this Peter's eyes were wild, but not in the same way, not in the way she was used to.

His forearm came up to her collarbone holding her in place.

She tried to speak up, tell him to stop, to think lovely thoughts, but her words caught in her throat, his first blow appeared to have taken her voice.

"Perhaps you should learn your place, bird." He hissed, and she had never heard so much menace in his voice when he said her nickname. Usually he used it playfully, or as a term of endearment before showering her with light kisses. Now it just felt like knife slicing through her heart though, there was no warmth in his voice, no playfulness, just malice and anger.

He grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her against the tree when she looked away from him to hide her tears. "Look at me!" He enunciated each word carefully and then he smirked, actually smirked.

Wendy felt like she'd fall apart any moment, sure he was never gentle, but he was never this rough, not with her. Her head was pounding from where it hit the tree, her legs and hands shook violently, and she was quite sure if it wasn't for his grip she would be on the ground looking exactly like that lost boy.

"What? Nothing to say now bird?" His expression was absolutely terrifying, so much so that she almost forgot the rest of the boys watching.

Some were turning away, but most just watched with blank looks on their face, not knowing what to do, what they could do. They all swallowed back their objections and just stood their, silently watching the scene before them.

In the next moment Wendy was falling, her only comfort as Peter stood over her menacingly, the cold ground beneath her. "P-Peter." She rasped, everything was spinning and all she saw was her protector, her lover, her only friend, and his eyes were burning into hers with nothing but malicious intentions. "Peter." She whispered once again as her hand slowly reached to touch her wound on the back of her head.

She stared for a long moment at her hand, it was covered, she had only touched it for a moment and yet it was already drenched in the red liquid.

That was when everything hit him, he blinked, and for the first time he saw her, his Wendy-bird, she was hurt, and he was the one that hurt her. "W-Wendy." He whispered, kneeling beside her.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Wendy."

"I'm tired Peter." She whispered, and he shook his head, and she didn't understand why, she just wanted to sleep, she felt so sleepy.

"No, no Wendy. Keep your eyes open. Look at me." His hands slipped under her body and he lifted her up in his arms. "You're gonna be okay, bird. Just don't close your eyes okay, keep your eyes open, can you do that for me, Darling?" He smiled at her playfully, but his eyes were sad, and she didn't understand why.

"Okay." She answered softly, leaning her head against his shoulder, and she did, as long as she could.

-;-

It was hours later when she woke up back in her tree house. "Peter?" She whispered as her eyes found the boy sitting on the side of her bed, hand intertwined with hers, watching her intently.

He smiled, this time it was relief that washed over his face as he ran a hand along her cheek. "You scared me bird."

She blinked up at him, then looked away. "You scared me too." She whispered softly, for the first time Wendy Darling was afraid to speak her mind and it sent sparks of pain through his chest because he was crushing her spirit, he was going to break her like everything else.

Yet, he knew he was far too selfish to let her go.