(Thank you so much for your reviews, I don't know how good this chapter will be, their is a lot of Peter/Ella fluffy-ness. Also Ella has a bit of a break down in this chapter, I don't know what you will think of it.)
Peter and I began to fly towards where Tinkerbell had gone off to find Wendy. The crystal clear blue water glistened as we flew over it, sitting on a rock was a beautiful mermaid with a shell in her black hair, which was the only thing covering her breasts. A strange looking bird sitting in its nest squawked loudly as we flew over it. Peter began to fly higher when we reached the island, I couldn't help but gasp in awe at the beautiful flowers that looked like they were from a photograph, Peter laughed every time I gasped in amazement. I gripped Peter tighter when I saw a bunch of Indians fighting what looked like a giant crocodile, we flew a bit longer until Peter spotted a group of boys standing over something.
"Ha!" Peter yelled causing the startled boys to turn in shock. Peter set me down on the ground in front of them for that I was grateful, I almost found myself kissing the green grass.
"Great news!" Peter shouted flying onto a tree branch. "I know what happened to Cinderella, tell them Ella." Peter flew back down from the tree and wrapped an arm around me. I looked up at the boys my face, a bright red.
"Uhm well," I said awkwardly clearing my throat. "Cinderella and the Prince defeated the Pirates and then they lived happily ever after."
"Well that's a relief I must say." Said one of the smaller boys, he had a brown hat with a feather in it. The other boys agreed with him suspiciously.
"I have brought you Ella who told of Cinderella and her cousins, She is to tell us stories and to sing to us." Peter said excitedly. The boys began to howl and cheer.
"I promise I will later," I said over their loud cheering. "but I must find my cousins first." The boys stopped cheering and looked down at their feet. With out a word they parted to reveal what they were standing in front of.
"Dead." The boy who spoke first said solemnly.
"Wendy!" I cried dropping to my knees in front of her.
"Tragic," The boy said.
"Good shot though." Said another one.
I started to sob into my hands and thrash violently. I was sick of death, why was god taking everyone from me? I will agree, Wendy was treating me dreadfully, but she was still my cousin and I loved her like a sister. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me into their bare chest, I could only guess it was Peter. With one hand wrapped around me he used the other to grab my wrists, to keep me from punching him. While I was in the midst of my mental break down I heard a female voice moan, at first I assumed it was Tinkerbell trying to make Peter let me go, but then I realized it was Wendy. She was alive! I pulled my face from Peter's chest to see Wendy stirring ever so slightly.
"Wendy!" I yelled again causing Peter to loosen his grip on my wrist. I pulled my hands away from Peter and pulled the chain up from under her night gown. The arrow was sticking out of the acorn Peter gave Wendy.
"Its my acorn!" Peter said. "My acorn saved her!" Tinkerbell was floating over Peter's shoulder glaring at Wendy and muttering something in a strange language. She then flew off somewhere. Peter still had an arm around my back holding me to him. I reckon I should have pulled away but the irrational part of my brain wouldn't let me.
"Let us carry her down to the house." Said the boy.
"Hands." Peter said, each of the boys put their filthy hands in front of them.
"They're a bit dirty." The boy said looking at each of the boys hands. "She must stay here and die." Peter looked at down at me as if asking for my input.
"Of course we won't!" I said glaring lightly at the boy.
"How could I have thought that? Stupid." The boy laughed. "Sorry." He whispered to me.
"We shall build house around her." Peter said as though it was the most brilliant suggestion he'd ever thought of.
"Yeah!" The boys yelled running off and into the woods.
"With a chimney," Peter shouted after them. "And a door nob. And windows." About a second later Peter realized he was still holding me and quickly let go, leaving me to sit up on my own, a little tint of pink coloring his cheeks.
"Are you alright?" He asked me considerately.
"Yes, I'm fine, I must have over reacted." I told him softly. Two boys who looked identical to each other, each came over to us.
"Tink did it." They whispered in unison before running off. I reckoned it was that devilish fairy. Peter stood up, holding a hand out for me. I excepted the hand and Peter pulled me off of the ground.
"Tinkerbell." Peter called repeating her name a few more times before she shot out of the tree and into his hand. He lowered his hand to Wendy's face.
"Was it you Tink?" Peter asked, his voice even scaring me a bit. The tiny fairy placed her hands together, an innocent look appearing on her lovely features, a white halo popped up above her head before turning into red devil ears. She nodded evilly.
"I am your friend no more." Peter said bitterly. He threw Tinkerbell across the forest floor and into a plant. I watched her stand and fly off.
"Peter don't you think you were a bit to harsh on her? She really didn't do any harm." I said looking down at my grass stained pajama bottoms.
"Never mind her." Peter said his tone lightening. "Would you like to go back to the tree house to get cleaned up?"
"Oh yes, thank you. I presume I look dreadful." I said patting my hands together in attempt to get some of the dirt off.
"Don't worry," Peter said tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You don't." I blushed. Peter took my hand in his and led me through the woods and to a large tree. He pulled on one of the vines and a latch opened. Peter let go of my hand.
"I'll meet you down there." He said. "Be cautious, there is a slide." I hesitantly walked into the dark tree, I did not know how far I had to walk before I found the slide. Suddenly I slipped fell on my bottom, I felt myself moving quickly down the slide, I landed on a hand-made rug. The whole tree was lit by candles, it was huge. All around the wall were beds and in the middle of the room was a make-shift table and some chairs. I stood up and ran my finger along the wood of large chair that looked like a thrown, there were two of them, one on either side of the room.
"That is mine." Came a whisper in my ear. I jumped in shock and quickly span around. Floating near my head was Peter.
"Goodness Peter," I said placing a hand on my rapidly beating heart. "You startled me."
"I'm sorry." Peter said taking my hand. He pulled me over to the large table and sat me in one of the chairs.
"Let me get you a cloth." Peter said flying over to a table, a vine was dripping near it. While he was gone I let my hair loose and come my fingers through my soft curls. He brought over a wooden bowl.
"We don't have a mirror, I hope you don't mind." Peter stated pulling a piece of cloth out of the bowl. He squeezed the water out of the cloth.
"It's alright." I said closing my eyes. I felt Peter slowly dabbing the cloth under my eyes. After a few minutes he finished and handed the cloth to me. I thanked him and started to wipe my hands with the cloth.
"Ella?" Peter said. I hummed. "Why can't you fly?" I looked up from my hands at Peter who was seated on top of the table.
"I told you, I haven't got any happy thoughts." I said softly.
"I know but why?" Peter asked.
"Uhm well, my happy thoughts went away when my parents died." I said quietly. When I first met Peter Pan he came across as trying to stay a child in a teen boy's body, he was so filled with happiness but so far he was just so sweet, so understanding.
"That is why you are here," Peter said. I gave him a confused look. Peter got up from the table and hovered above me.
"In Neverland you will forget." Peter said taking my hand. I placed the my other hand on my chest where my locket rested. I wasn't sure if I wanted to forget. Sure, forgetting take the pain away but maybe I wanted to heal on my own.
"Maybe I don't want to forget." I challenged in a whisper as Peter's face moved closer to mine.
"Well maybe you should." Peter whispered back placing his other hand on my face as I had done in the nursery. My breath caught and my heart began to beat faster. His lips brushed mine slowly, they were about to touch when;
"Father, Lady Ella!" Peter and I jumped apart, both blushing beet red. The six lost boys had some how got into the tree house unnoticed.
"One, two, three." Whispered the boy in the feathered cap.
"Will you please be our mother?" They all asked getting down on one knee in unison.
"Well," I said getting up off of the chair. "I can't say that wasn't frightfully fascinating, but I'm afraid I'm not exactly qualified."
"Can you tell stories?" One of the twins asked, his voice was so small and innocent.
"Yes." I responded uncertainly.
"Then you're perfect." He said. He was so sweet, he reminded me so much of Micheal. Wait! Where were Micheal and John? I silently prayed they were ok.
"Well than," I said leaning down to his level. "if I'm going to be your mother, than I'll have to learn your names." They all cheered and told me their names.
"Will you tell us a story mother?" Slightly asked after we all ate a strange feast, believe me I was hesitant.
"Of course." I said walking over to Peter's thrown. "Do you mind Peter?" I was asking if he'd get up and sit on the floor in front of the thrown with the others, I didn't expect him to say 'not at all' and pull me into his lap. It was a bit awkward to say the least, I was about a leaf or two away from his genitals. Peter obviously didn't think it was because be rested his head on my shoulder and breathed in the scent of my hair. I cleared my throat.
"Any requests?" Curly raised his hand.
"At supper father told us about the girl who fell down the rabbit hole." Curly said as if trying to remember. I smiled.
"Alice in Wonderland." I said with a smile and began to tell the tale. The story was fairly long and took about an hour to finish.
Once I was finished I noticed all of the boys were asleep on the floor and Peter was almost asleep on my shoulder. I shook Peter a bit and stood up.
"Peter could you help me put the boys to bed?" I asked. He muttered something inconsiderate but got up anyway. I leaned down and gently picked one of the twins up. I looked at Peter and he silently pointed to one of the beds lined up against the wall. I switched the twin onto one of my hips, his head resting on my shoulder. I pulled back the fur blanket and lye the small boy on the pillow, making sure he was comfortable I tucked him in. I brushed his sandy bangs from his face and pressed a kiss to his four-head and turned to Peter who was putting Nibs into bed. He'd already put Tootles and Slightly into bed, I picked up the second half of the twins and copied my previous actions. I kissed all of the boys on the cheeks and four-heads.
"You can sleep in my bed, I will sleep on the floor." Peter said.
"That's alright Peter, I'll sleep on the floor." I said. Peter shook his head quickly, saying 'Don't be silly' before swooping me into his arms bridal-style. He flew up, until we got to the ceiling of the tree, I hadn't noticed their was a whole in the ceiling until Peter flew through it. His room was huge with a big bed made of animal hides. Peter sat me down on the bed. I snuggled my self under the furs.
"Goodnight Peter." I whispered.
"Not yet," Peter said. I turned over and looked at him. He had a one of his fingers pointed at his cheeks, he wore a crooked grin on his face. I slowly leaned up and pressed my lips against his tan cheek.
"Goodnight Peter Pan." I repeated with small smile, I turned over and fell into a light slumber I almost didn't hear Peter wish me a goodnight.
(Well there it is, I don't know if it was my best work but I did try. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think.)