~A Long Hard Road~

Sorry this chapter's a little short. I didn't have much time today to write. Tomorrow's chapter will be much longer, don't worry! Enjoy and don't forget to review! :D

Chapter 3

Wendy's POV

After his not so welcoming introduction, Peter Pan stormed off into the woods, leaving Wendy on the beach.

"Hey! Peter! You can't just leave me here!" Wendy shouted after him.

"And why is that?" Peter seemed to be annoyed with her question.

"Well because it's rude. You must have some manners."

Peter sighed. "Follow me and I'll get you some dry clothes and food."

Right before Wendy entered the woods behind Peter, she turned around. She looked out at the ocean and where she first walked on Neverland's shore. She smiled to herself. I think I'll actually enjoy being here, she thought.


Peter led Wendy to his camp. Upon arriving, all of the Lost Boys stood up to greet their leader. Once they saw Wendy, they were unsure of how to act.

"Boys, this is Wendy. She will be staying here, with us," Peter announced. "Felix, can you give her some dry clothes to change into?"

The boy the must have been Felix scowled and fetched her some clothes. He came back with a white shirt and brown pants. At a glance, Wendy thought them to be a bit big.

"Go in here to change. Don't touch anything. Don't take too long." Peter said as he ushered her into the trunk of a tree. He slammed the door behind her. She took a quick look around and immediately realized that this was where Peter lived. It only had one bed, a kitchen-like area, and a sitting area. It wasn't grand or enormous, but it was definitely the house of Neverland's leader.

She quickly took off her soaking dress and boots and put on the clothes Felix gave her. She rolled up the too long sleeves and pants. She decided it best to not put her boots back on, but wait for them to dry. As she was walking towards the door, it opened and Peter looked in.

"Are you done yet?" He barked.

"Yup. I was just on my way out."

"Good. You're just in time for dinner."

She noticed all of the Lost Boys sitting on logs around a campfire eating all sorts of different foods. Some had apples, peas, beans, while others had eggs, fish, and chicken. It was strange to see everyone eating so many different types of food.

"Where did you get all of this food?" Wendy exclaimed. "I doubt you have all of it on the island."

"You're right, we don't." Peter responded. "You just have to imagine the food you want, and you get it."

"Really? Where does it come from?"

"Who knows," Peter shrugged.

Wendy took a seat next to a Lost Boy she didn't know. She closed her eyes and wished for her favorite meal: spaghetti and meatballs. When she opened her eyes, it was right in front of her. It was so incredible she almost laughed. Everyone looked at her shocked face and giggled to themselves, but Wendy didn't care.


Peter's POV

It was funny to watch her face when she wished for her meal. Her eyebrows scrunched together while her eyes were closed. She gave the biggest grin when she saw that the food magically appeared. She looked good with a smile; it lit up her face. But no, he wouldn't allow himself to think like that. He wouldn't let her distract him from his mission.

After dinner he dismissed the boys and sent them to bed. Wendy just sat staring at fire, unsure of where she should go.

"Wendy," She turned to look at him. "There's an extra bed in the tree where the Lost Boys sleep. You can sleep there tonight until we can find a place more suitable for a girl."

Wendy glared at him for that last comment, but said nothing. Good, at least she won't talk back. Smart mouths need to be punished.

"Goodnight Peter," Wendy yawned as she walked away from him.

"Goodnight Wendy," Peter whispered to no one.


Peter was the first to wake up in the morning, with Felix being the second. They sat near each other around the dying campfire.

"Pan, we need to talk about the girl," Felix proclaimed.

"And why is that?" Peter asked.

"I think she is a distraction to the mission. We need to focus solely on finding the heart of the Truest Believer."

"I think we can use her."

"How?"

At this Peter smirked. "Don't worry about the details. I have a plan. Just remember: Peter Pan never fails."