Wendy flew through the stars, following Tink's shining light that was zipping ahead. She had done this before of course but she had been holding onto Michael who was holding onto John who was holding onto Peter.
Tink buzzed by her face as if she was saying "Ready?"
Wendy nodded and Tink zipped forward followed by Wendy, they zipped into a space between two stars and were zipped into a wormhole, it was like she was being stretched and pulled and rolled around until the wormhole spit them out into the sunny realm of Neverland.
Neverland was just as she had left it, bright and sunny, with blue oceans and a large island covered in greenery. Wendy flew below the clouds and dazzled at the sight after five long years… and then the pixie dust ran out.
With a yelp she fell towards the ocean landing in it with a splash. Tink flew after her yanking on Wendy's hair futilely but had to let go before she touched the water. Wendy's heavy gowns dragged her beneath the water, the waves crashing over her head and pulling her down lower. Wendy opened her eyes and looked around, she had to get out of those gowns, she began to reach around and tug at the strings loosening the ribbons. Her breath came out of her mouth in bubbles and she began to thrash.
I can't die like this! Her eye sight was beginning to blur but a pair of hands reached down and plucked her from the ocean and into a pair of strong arms. Wendy's head lolled back and the world spun around her.
"Wendy—hey Wendy are you alright?" but the blackness closed in making those words sound far off.
When Wendy awoke she was lying in the sand, the warm sunlight beating down on her. She rolled over and coughed up water onto the sand by her head.
"You're awake then?" a slightly familiar voice said, Wendy sat up and looked at the person standing before her, he had sandy blond curls that stuck up in every direction he looked to be a bit taller than Slightly and broad shoulders that were brown from the sun.
They looked at each other for a moment. "Who are you?" they both said at the same time.
Tink smacked her forehead, "Tink, I thought I told you to bring me Wendy. This doesn't look like Wendy."
Wendy's mind clicked and she glared at him, "Well you don't look very much like Peter either." She retorted scrambling to her feet in her heavy ruined gown.
"You ungrateful boy!" she snapped at him, "You lying deceitful git! You said that you would come here my stories. Well guess what Peter, it's been five years! Five whole years and I haven't seen your face. And lets not forget the fact that you're grown up—you said you don't grow up in Neverland. Well I guess you lied about that too, you're just full of surprises." She ranted at him, letting out all of her pent up frustrations at him. When she finished her arms went limp at her sides and she turned and stomped away from him.
"Hey Wendy—" Peter said zipping into the air in front of her, "Wait up I need to talk to you."
"Not now Peter, I need a moment." She pushed away from him and stomped into the jungle and didn't stop until she came upon a lagoon, she sat pulling the pins from her hair and trying to control her temper.
From the point of view of Peter Pan
Peter was stumped. Why was she so angry with him, he never promised to go see her tell her stories—even though he loved to hear them—he wasn't entitled to go to London. But had it really been five years? It seemed much shorter.
Peter looked down in a puddle that had pooled in the sand; the strange face stared back at him. Peter never looked very closely in mirrors so he didn't notice face changing, he had noticed his body changing, he began getting taller and broader (He'd had to change his entryway into the secret hideout because he had gotten too big.) but it had never bothered Peter much he had been too busy having his daily duels with pirates and flying through the jungles of Neverland.
Then just yesterday he caught sight of himself in a mirror in Pixie Hollow. His face had changed drastically—he was growing up! And he didn't know why. He had sent Tink to find help and Tink had brought back Wendy. But not the same Wendy that he new, this Wendy was different. She was taller, with a longer face and sharp cheekbones, like Cinderella from her stories. Her hair was down past he waist and she was no longer straight up and down. She looked like the woman he had seen in her nursery five long years ago when he had shut the window.
Peter shot Tink a look, "D'you think she's still mad?"
Tink rolled her eyes, for once siding with Wendy. She chattered in her language, "Of course she's angry you idiot. She's no longer a girl her feelings get hurt a lot more easily." The fairy's tirade went on until he shook his head.
"Alright Tink, I get it." Peter said loping off into the jungle to find Wendy, Tink zipping after him.
He found Wendy a few minutes later sitting by a lagoon, her ball gown fanning out around her and her eyes watching the water from the waterfall pound into the pool of water.
"Wendy?" he said quietly.
"Hmm?" she didn't look at her.
The words tumbled out "I'm sorry I never came to see you."
Wendy whipped around and they stared at each other in astonishment. Tink gaped at Peter.
Did I just apologize? How odd I never apologize.
"Peter? Are you feeling alright?" Wendy asked, standing and lifting a hand to his face, pressing her palm on his forehead. "You don't have a temperature."
"Uh. Fine, I'm fine." He said taking a step back; he was a full head taller than she now and had to look down at her.
"Well I accept your apology Peter." She said smiling for the first time since she got to Neverland. He smiled back and it was almost as if they were children again.
"I'll start a fire, you must be freezing." Peter said grabbing her hand.
"Wait, Peter. You go start the fire; I'm going to wash up."
"Wash up? What do you need to wash up for?" he said his face scrunching in confusion.
"Well I'm dirty and salty and—well it's a grown up thing Peter."
He looked disgusted. "Fine you wash up and I'll start the fire."
"Alright, but no peeking, wait for me to come to the fire."
He lifted an arm. Why would I want to peek anyways? Girls are so weird.
Tink slapped a hand to her forehead; he's not getting it at all. She thought.
Peter headed to a small clearing and began to start the fire. What's so great about girl's privacy anyways? Peter thought, the Indians and Tink are like that too, they say a boy and girl bathing isn't proper. How confusing. But as Peter thought more about it the more curious he got.
"Tink stay here." Peter said as he crept away from the fire, Tink yelped and zoomed forward pulling on his ears and cloths. "Quit it Tink!" Peter said pulling the fairy off of him and chucking her into the trees.
Night had fallen and the stars were out along with the full moon. Peter crept through the jungle pulling back the large leaved plants that surrounded the lagoon. The moon light pooled onto the water making it look like liquid silver and Wendy stood in the middle of the pool, her back to him, splashing water onto herself and singing a sweet tune.
Peter felt warm; he had never seen a girl naked before. He had seen the Mermaids but they had scales covering most of their bodies.
Peter stumbled back catching himself before he made too much noise. A feeling made his toes tingle slightly. More feelings? He thought to himself, how many can there be?
He made his way back to the fire were Tink sat on a rock with her chin propped in her hand. She looked up when he approached. "Your face is red." She said raising her eyebrows.
"Why?" Peter said but the fairy just rolled her eyes. Peter sat next to her and poked the fire with a stick. He needed to stop growing up—and fast.
Haha. Poor Peter has never felt these feelings about a girl before.
When Peter and Wendy were children it was all innocent, but I don't intend for this to be innocent at all.
The next chapter should be out tomorrow.
There will be some new characters introduced in the next chapter.
Read & Review please!
-LittleMoonLover-
