Untamed Heart

Summary: Why did Peter Pan not follow Wendy? There are secrets one must keep even if it is at the cost of your own heart but is that price to high when Hook returns?

Disclaimer: WAH! I don't own Peter Pan.

Author: amyfushigiyugi

Chapter 4 "Illusions"

Back in Neverland, Tinker bell searched for anyway possible to bring Hook back as Peter asked. The Indians did not know, and never would she dare ask the other faeries. It was forbidden by them to bring back a dead or evil spirit no matter what the purpose.

Tink was running out of options and she didn't want to let Peter down again. She had let him down once before when Hook was alive, allowing Wendy to be taken, and manipulated. Such a horrid feeling… jealousy. It made even the purest of souls do the wickedest of things.

Flying lower, Tink flew slowly over the darkening ocean, night was coming upon Neverland quickly. The full moon was raising high above the waves, illuminating the silvery tails of the dark mermaids waking from their sleep in the deepest, darkest parts of the water. Perhaps those creatures would know of a way, after all they belonged to the darker spirits of the night. It was said they would even drown a person if they got too close.

Going to the shore closest to the half creature, half female beauty of the night, Tinker bell heard their eerie cries to the shallows, alerting all who may be near. There was one benefit about mermaids and that was they knew everything that went on around them. They would come nightly to the shores awaiting those foolish enough to come close while listening to their entrapping tales of what was happening throughout Neverland.

Tinker bell landed close to the edge awaiting their arrival, no one else seemed to be about this night, apparently Neverland wasn't that interesting now that Hook was gone, he did seem to cause all kinds of spooky tales for the natives.

Water splashed upon her small form as four dark mermaids appeared in the ink black water inches from her. "What would you like to know faerie?" The one closest hissed at her without the use of words. Still Tinker bell understood everything said by man or beast. Mermaids and faeries did not get along at all, being that they were of the night and she was of the light so Tink tried to keep her guard up.

Tinker bell backed away slightly when she heard the hostile tone being used. Gathering her courage she proceeded to ask in faerie, how could they bring Hook back to the living world. The mermaids only looked at themselves, murmuring in their native tongue on if they should share this knowledge.

The dark being that spoke to Tinker bell earlier had a wondrous idea that would allow Hook to come back to Neverland, and also enslave the faerie. After all they were enemies, why should her request be without a price? "Very well, faerie. We shall sing the song of Luna Nocturna to bring back the dark spirit of Hook." Her forked tongue slithered out slightly before she dove back under the water disappearing, only to reappear about five feet out with her other sisters.

Their voices became depressingly hypnotic to Tink's small ears, their eerie voices sounded of anguish and lonely tunes. Tinker bell never knew she was being grabbed by pale, wet hands underneath the blackness of the sea, she only heard the song in her head and saw the watery image of a moon in her eyes as she stared from beneath the water.

The light of Tinker bell was dulling, becoming not of death, but of dark. A faint blackish glow emanated from around her. Her golden hair and bright green eyes darkened to an ebony and piercing purple irises. The beautiful glow was gone from her skin, replaced by the paleness that encompassed the dark mermaids. Tink was no longer of the light, but a slave to the mermaids' dark wishes.

"Go slave, fetch your Hook in the land of humans and lead him back to us. We will have plans for you both, if Peter Pan wants Hook back in Neverland he shall have him." Said the mermaid with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Tinker bell listened to her Mistress, flying off into the night sky to bring back Hook from the land where children grow up…

Peter held Wendy close as if shielding her from the rest of the world in his headlong rush to get back to Neverland. His eyes still narrowed from the fact they had tried to stop him. Why had the lost boys let that man into Wendy's home?

"Hook" Peter spat the word as he looked back over his shoulder at the disappearing house in the distance. Hook standing behind Wendy's mother as if he belonged there, and another younger Hook who had tried to deceive Wendy into stealing his kiss.

Peter's green eyes turned back to look at Wendy's heart shaped lips. 'They belonged to him and always would.' Peter thought possessively. Wendy had said so herself.

"Pirate's and their stealing." He tore his eyes from her lips not understanding why his heartbeat was so fierce in his chest. How could Hook be at two places at once? Even he, Peter Pan, couldn't do that. The man and the boy had been there in the same room with her. Peter's brow forwarded in confusion no longer so sure of what he had seen or what he had done. He chose to ignore the confusion because he was never wrong. Was he?

Peter closed his eyes not needing to see the path for he knew it well. Breathing in harshly he thought about the danger Wendy had been in and what could have happened if he hadn't chosen tonight to come back for her. Come back for her? Had that been his plan all along?

"She will forget you." That voice of his nightmares echoed. Peter Pan knew Hook's ghost was still taunting him and using Wendy as a pawn.

Peter buried his face in her soft hair in denial. What had he done? He had taken Wendy without even asking if she wanted to come. His mind raced to find a reason other then the fact he desperately wanted to keep her.

The image of the young man she had been dancing with slipped back into Peter's vision. His dark eyes and dark curls gave him away. Hook would do anything to try to take Wendy away from him. Peter's child-like heart knew a powerful jealousy only a child could have over something it loved and wanted to keep.

His eyes focused again coming back to Wendy's face watching her hair swaying in the breeze as they flew. That was why he had taken her away, Peter decided. She had been dancing with Hook and not even realized it. This was his fault and he would not let Hook hurt Wendy again. "Not this time Hook." This time he would not lose her.

Peter's eyes scanned her pale face and full lips as the moonlight shadows raced by. Feeling safe enough to slow down, Peter lifted his hand to her face leaving a soft caress on her cheek. She looked just like an angel asleep in his arms. 'Why hadn't she woken up yet?' Peter sucked on his bottom lip wondering if he had broken her.

Just then Peter noticed they were now over the waters of Neverland, his lips widened in a smile. When Wendy woke up he would have her safe where she needed to be. 'He shouldn't have let her leave in the first place.' He thought protectively. If Hook wanted a fight he would not deny him.

Peter's mind and heart was so intent on Wendy that he did not see the tiny form that passed him in the darkness on its way to retrieve the one person that could stand in his way. Somewhere in the distance the murmur of mermaids could be heard keeping secrets of good and evil as they awaited Tink's return.

The prince of Neverland dropped from the sky this time to land on his feet, his face and eyes now softer then they had been in three years. Without him having to lift a finger the bark of the giant tree opened allowing Peter to carry in his greatest treasure and his greatest weakness.

In the land where children grew up a small light descended from the sky. Tink knew the house well for she had visited it often with Peter and knew if Hook were alive he would be here waiting for her.

As the mermaids had predicted, there in front of the door stood a young man, his blue eyes dark and sullen as he watched the sky as if waiting for it to take him or give him back what he wanted.

Tink landed on his shoulder repeating the message form the dark mermaids. The words she whispered in the young mans ear placed him underneath the mermaids spell.

Excited whispers could be heard from the nursery as the lost boys looked out the window seeing Tink and Andrew lift from the ground. The sobs of their now beloved mother could be heard from the next room as they all held their hands out in a circle deciding who should stay and who should go.

The brothers took a step back nodding their heads agreeing to stay with mother, the twins choosing to stay with father while the ones who knew Neverland's every twist and turn would follow to protect their only sister whom they all loved deeply.

Slightly stood taller then the others as he turned from the window where he had been angrily staring out at the night. His long dark hair swung around his face lending him the look of a rebel, which is exactly what some had started calling him. He seemed to be the one who always seemed to break the rules and get the others into trouble when they followed him.

Within the last couple year Slightly had grown so much more then the other boys but if the truth was told he was a lot older then any of them because he had been in Neverland the longest. Even he wasn't sure of the years but his mind knew for he was wiser then most and could often see things that the others couldn't.

He had become used to being looked up to by the lost boys for he had been second in charge while in Neverland and even now, here at the Darling house they looked to him for advice. Since Mr. Darling had not adopted him as he had the other boys, his feeling for Wendy held a different sentiment.

To the other boys Wendy was their sister but to Slightly she was a little more. Maybe in a way he was even more protective of her then her brothers were. Right now he was having a hard time wrapping his mind and heart around the fact that Wendy was gone.

He had been the one on the stairs hiding and watching the masquerade below so he could report every detail back to the other boys. He had felt the twinges of jealousy himself as he watched Andrew dance with their Wendy and then stunned when the stranger had cut in on them.

It was when their feet had left the ground that Slightly had realized just who that stranger was. His hands begged to be stretched out and pull their Wendy down from the boys hold high in the air. Even though he knew it was Peter he had to keep himself from running and grabbing at her legs to bring her back down to the safety of the floor, the safety of not flying away from him.

Drawing a sword on Mr. Darling had been the last thing Slightly had expected to see. What had gotten in to Peter and why had he scared Wendy like that? Scared her so badly she had fainted. He knew Peter Pan better then anyone and stealing Wendy like that meant something was very very wrong. Tink coming for Andrew made the whole thing seem so tainted. It just was not a good sign.

"Pay attention lads" Slightly took charge as he always had. Grabbing paper and pen he instructed the others. "We will have to be careful not to forget why we are going to Neverland, so write it down. Write what you do not want to forget and sign your names. Once everyone has signed I'll write mine and keep the paper safe."

His deep brown eyes narrowed as he watched to boys write what they wanted to remember the most. "We can't let Neverland take our memories this time, not when Wendy may be in danger."

John and Michael took the paper scribbling a quick note themselves hoping to help out as the twin's whispered helpful hints of what to write. Slightly held his hand out for the paper and turning it over he wrote his own note of what he never wanted to forget. He stood between the paper and the others not wanting anyone else to see the words he wrote.

One thing Slightly had learned from Peter was some things, some secrets were meant to be kept and never whispered just incase the wind heard it and carried it to others. Folding the paper up and slipping it deep into his pocket Slightly decided this was his secret and he would keep it.

Curly, Tootles, Nibs, and Slightly held their hands out while John lifted a small pouch from their hidden spot. Untying the string he sprinkled the glittering dust on the bodies of his adopted brothers whom he hoped would return safely. The barriers between worlds seemed to open its arms welcoming back what it had lost. The balance of good and evil slightly shifted from one side to the other.

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