Hey everyone. So, that didn't take me long to write! I think it's a bit shorter than some of the other chapters, but it leads into the next chapter so I couldn't add anymore to the end.

Anyway, I'm just posting this quickly because I want to sleep so I'm going to stop typing now. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Peter, Hook, Neverland or any other of Mr. J. M. Barrie's wonderful creations. I do claim Miss Rena Darling, my lovely lost boys and any other characters I make up for this.


Chapter 8: Wounded Hero

Hook raised his sword and swung at Peter and they began to fight. Tinker Bell floated over to me and motioned for me to follow her. I nodded and she flew upwards. I closed my eyes and thought of Peter and the idea that we would be away from Hook. I floated up after Tink when Smee turned and spotted me.

"Cap'n, there's someone in the forest!"

Peter looked over at me with wide eyes as Hook's attention was drawn to me.

"It's a wench."

"Get out of here Rena!" Peter shouted at me, attacking Hook again.

I stared at him, unable to move, until Smee came running after me. I turned and flew upward, following Tink as she led me higher and higher. We reached a hidden cliff on the mountain side and stopped there.

Tink and I sat there quietly for awhile. Tink started pacing in midair. After awhile Peter flew up and landed on the ledge in front of me. I ran to him and hugged him.

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course." He leaned in closer, going in to kiss me when Tink grabbed my hair and tugged.

"Ouch!" I frowned, rubbing my head.

"Tinker Bell! Stop that!" Peter snapped.

Tink flew around angrily and I noticed that Peter had a gash on his arm.

"You're hurt." I reached out and grabbed his arm.

He looked away as he winced. "It's fine."

Tink flew over and kicked him in the side of the face. He raised his hand and rubbed the spot she'd kicked as he furrowed his brow at her.

"We should patch this up."

Peter rolled his eyes. "I've had plenty other cuts, it's no big deal."

I hit him lightly in the arm. "Humour me. I probably know more about the dangers of an open wound than you do."

"Yes, you and all your futuristic medical knowledge." He said sarcastically. "You know I have been to your part of the world a few times."

I raised my hand to his face and caressed it, some of my fingers brushing through his hair. "Just give me some piece of mind please."

He leaned in and kissed me softly. "Alright."

I smiled. "I brought some first aid stuff with me just in case. It's back in my bag."

Peter scooped me up in his arms. Even though I could fly on my own he still insisted on carrying me. I guess he was used to it or he just enjoyed it. Tinker bell sat atop Peter's head, holding loosely onto his hair as we flew off.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest, slowly lowering it to his waist. I slipped my fingers under the waist band of his shorts. His eyes widened and he looked down at me.

"W-what're you doing?"

"Just teasing." I smirked. "I can fly on my own. Let me fly for once."

"Alright."

I leaned up and grabbed his chin, kissing him. "Happy thought." I floated up and grabbed his hand, flying beside him now.

When I was with Peter I could fly almost as well as he could and no thoughts of falling to my death passed through my mind. My heart still raced every time we went into the air and my stomach rose into my chest, but I felt safer than I ever did without him.

Peter led me back to his hideout, which I'd yet to memorize a path to, as the sun began to set in the sky. I guessed it would be rising in London soon. I'd never been in Never-land during the late hours of the night; I wondered if it was any different from the day time.

Once we were back in his room I grabbed my bag and pulled out a bandage and hydrogen peroxide. I spent a lot of time around children so I was always prepared at home, and I figured being around pirates would be more hazardous to the health. I poured some of the peroxide on the cut in Peter's arm. He winced, clenching his fist, but I held his arm in place until I was finished.

"Ouch, that stuff burns." He complained.

"Don't be such a wuss, I use this on children and they complain less."

He let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes as I wrapped the bandage around his arm.

"There, all better, or do you want me to kiss it too, you big baby."

He shook his head, taking his arm back and rubbing the bandage.

"Don't take it off."

"I won't." He grimaced.

"Oh, is your ego wounded too?" I smirked before leaning up and kissing him.

He rolled his eyes again, but this time with a smile on his face. "You're so much trouble."

I hit him in the arm. "Less trouble than you."

He raised his brow. "I don't think so."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You're such a child."

"Am not."

I laughed hard. "I'm not doing this."

He laughed too and kissed me before letting out a long yawn. "Suppose we should get some sleep."

I nodded. "Yeah, alright."

I changed into my pyjamas and Peter simply wore a pair of shorts to bed. He held me in his arms before he quickly fell asleep.

It was day time back in London so it was like having jet lag for me. I wasn't at all tired and I couldn't seem to fall asleep.

After awhile I gave up and carefully slipped out of Peter's arms, heading out into the stone passage. I followed it to the end where there was a tunnel going up through the top of the mountain, which was only accessible to people who could fly. I sighed and turned around, heading back the way I came.

I could have flown out if I wanted to, but it didn't seem like much fun. Plus it was far to high for me to feel comfortable going alone.

"Hey, wanna have some fun?"


Alright, so another cliffhanger! Oh no! It can't be that big a deal, she's still in the hideout right? Well, you'll have to wait to find out. I'm tired and would like to sleep so that's all you get for now. I shall post more tomorrow... hopefully.

Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!