They arrived at the camp and she found the tribe sitting at drums, busy having a bonfire. Tiger Lily had explained that she found Peter and Wendy in the woods when they were hunting meat. The crowed went nuts for Peter, but no-one seemed to remember Wendy. Which was fine, they shouldn't need to. Wendy found a place to sit and she ended up speaking to a man who was nearly fully clothed. His name was Dasan.
Dasan asked Wendy, "Why haven't I heard of you if my Lily seems to know you? She's spoken about the boy all the time, and of course I know him from when I was younger, but she never mentioned you." Wendy shrugged and sighed, "I came here once, a long time ago. The lost boys called me the Wendy Bird." That seemed to make him recognize her name, "Ah yes, I've heard of Lily talking about the Wendy Bird. So you're the Wendy Bird?" He chuckled and added, "You're much prettier than a bird."
Wendy blushed and that's exactly when Peter and Tiger Lily reappeared. Tiger Lily looked serious, "Ah, Wendy, I see you've met my fiancé, Dasan?" Wendy's eyes widened and she said in surprise, "Oh, you're fiancé? Congratulations."
She didn't seem to want to engage more in that conversation, but instead she just shrugged. Dasan got up as she said, "I'll show you and Peter to your accommodations." Wendy thanked her and Dasan said, "I'll come along. For extra protection." Tiger Lily nodded and Wendy followed her once again. She took Peter's hand nervously. She'd forgotten how to fight and if Hook showed up at any moment she wouldn't remember how.
He whispered to her, "Are you alright?" as they trudged through the thick greenery. Wendy nodded, "I…I'm just nervous to be back for some reason." He nodded and whispered, "Me too. This doesn't feel right." Tiger Lily stopped and pointed upwards, "There's accommodations up there. Tree houses which we built ourselves. You can share one, or have one to yourselves. It is up to you." They thanked her and Dasan took Wendy's hand, "It was very nice to meet you," he said, before kissing it. Tiger Lily had already flounced off at this point and Wendy blushed again, "Good to meet you too." He nodded at Peter and then hurried off.
Peter grimaced after him, "He totally likes you," he commented stiffly. Wendy laughed but felt her cheeks blushing, "No, he doesn't." Peter shrugged and turned to the trees, "I guess we have to fly up." Wendy nodded as he pushed himself off the ground. She did the same.
They went into a cabin positioned in the middle of branches. All the cabins had a long, wooden plank connecting the two trees. She pushed herself off the ground and flew, feeling exhilarated when she landed on the wooden balcony surrounding the tree house for support. She landed just on the edge and nearly toppled over, but Peter caught her back with both arms and pulled her closer to him. He chuckled, "You know what's weird? Is how we can fly without fairy dust." She nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it is weird. I missed Tink." Peter sighed and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug and resting her head against his chest. He was still wearing his clothes she'd seen on him when they had been awake: his tuxedo. She frowned at the idea of him in a Tuxedo in Neverland and asked, "Aren't you boiling?" It had also been hot there; except for when they'd thought Peter had died and the snow came hailing in. It had been one of the worst moments of her life.
Peter nodded and answered, "Yeah, a little. Let's go and make ourselves at home." She went into the hut and stared in awe at the little house the people had made. It was so much like the one she had stayed in that the lost boys had made for her-vines and leaves entangling the inner and outer walls, with beautiful, bright flowers lining the insides.
Wendy said sadly, "It's identical to the one my brothers made me." Peter smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she stared at the window which has a view of the canopy. The only difference was that this one had a bed of soft leaves covering the floor which would do well for bed. They didn't need blankets for the heat in Neverland. There was soft wool which the people must have found which Wendy guessed could be used for pillows. Standing here, with Peter, his arms wrapped around her waist, almost felt like this could be home.
She turned to him and suddenly yawned, remember the time she had fallen asleep. Wendy whispered to him, "I think we better hit the sack. I'm feeling really tired." Peter nodded and smiled at her, "Alright then. Ladies first." She smiled as she lay down in her nightgown and Peter lay down next to her. He smiled his boyish smiled and whispered, "Goodnight, Wendy." Wendy beamed back at him before saying, "Goodnight Peter." He nodded, and turned to his side, his back to her. She had half expected him to wrap his hands around her waist, like he had done moments ago. Then she realized that with a pang of guilt, she should have opted for another hut to sleep in. She hadn't thought about Matthew at all since she arrived, or whether or not she was really here. She was still convinced that this was a dream and the second she fell asleep she'd wake up. But she didn't want that. She wanted it to be real. She wanted to relive Neverland for one, last time.
A/N Hope you guys are enjoying it? I know they're short chapters but they're the most I get to write during my study breaks.