Oh my gosh I apologize for the super late update! But you can blame that on life and writer's block (that seems to always be my excuse isn't it?-.-). But anyways, it's here now and I would like to thank all of you who have reveiwed and favorited/put this story on your alert list. I'm so glad that I am getting postive feedback so far and that many of you like it. Each and every review really makes my day and just inspires me to do my best so I sincerely thank you all:) Okay well I really hope you like this chap even though, for some reason, I'm not completely satisfied with it. Forget about all those other times that I said it, this chapter truly was the most difficult to write. Thanks again and enjoy!
Wendy could not believe it. She had finally found her daughter!
Her lost child.
Her lost baby.
Her lost girl...literally.
She couldn't help the tears that rolled freely down her cheeks. Although she had been doing a lot of crying lately, these tears were different. These tears were of joy, not of a mother's sorrow for her missing baby. Holding her in her arms again was unexplainable to Wendy. To her it was like…..like flying. So wonderful and magical and freeing. In fact, she had the mind to say that it was even better than flying.
Peter watched the scene in front of him with a perplexed expression.
He knew that Wendy was friendly and hoped that she and Spunky would get along well, but he never expected her to basically suffocate Spunky in a hug and cry her eyes out while doing so.
Those, he decided, were two very contradicting actions.
But though Peter was confused by Wendy's reaction to Spunky, what truly threw him off was what she had called her.
"Jane!" Wendy had yelled as she embraced the girl tightly.
Jane, Peter thought as he slightly frowned. What on earth does she mean by that?
He looked up at Spunky and saw her bewildered expression. She was obviously uncomfortable, but seemed to struggle with how to shake Wendy off her. Peter knew that he had to do something. Especially since he had kicked her to the floor earlier that day.
Yeah, he owed her.
He owed her big time.
He pushed the dreaded memory away and instead began to help Spunky.
"Ugh…Wendy?" Peter asked, but Wendy was too busy squeezing the daylights out of poor Spunky, whose eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. He scratched his head in confusion. What on earth was he supposed to do? Pry Wendy off her?
That could work, but then he would offend Wendy and he didn't want her to leave, especially since she had just arrived.
Peter cleared his throat and tapped Wendy on the shoulder. To his relief, she looked up and turned to him, letting go of Spunky in the process.
"Yes Peter?" Wendy asked, her eyes still watery but her smile wider than ever.
Peter rubbed his neck, not really sure of what to say. "Ugh, Wendy...this is Spunky. She's umm…..she's Spunky, not…..ugh…Jane." Peter stated, biting his lip.
Wendy stared at him for a while, but her smile never left her face "Oh Peter, you….you have no idea! This," Wendy said, referring to Spunky as she turned to her, "This beautiful, sweet, lovely young girl is Jane. And I….I am her mother."
Spunky's eyes widened as she stared at the smiling Wendy. "M-mother?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing and her nose scrunching. She had never heard of such a thing. What was a mother anyway?
Wendy nodded a teary eyed nod. "Yes."
But just before Wendy could envelope Spunky in another lung crushing hug, the Lost Boys came into the scene.
"Whoa…," they breathed, their eyes wide and their mouths opened.
"We didn't know…that Wendy was going to be mother again!" yelled Nibs ecstatically.
The rest of the Lost Boys cheered in excitement at the idea of Wendy Bird being their mother again. They all jumped around her in a circle, calling out outrages requests such as mending their pockets, telling them a story, and even asking what was for dinner.
The last one was from Cubby.
Wendy watched the rowdy boys with wide, confused eyes. "Huh? No, no that's not what I meant!" Wendy claimed, but her words were lost in the sea of cheers from the Lost Boys.
Her view quickly shifted to Peter, who watched the scene with a smile. Laughing in joy at the fact that Wendy was going to play mother once again and thus was probably going to stay in Never Land this time.
For good.
Spunky on the other hand was very, very confused.
"No, wait! Settle down!" Wendy's eyes switched all around from the hyper boys to the laughing Peter and then to her newly found daughter. She was getting dizzy and her head was pounding quite terribly. She never remembered Never Land being so chaotic. "STOP!"
The screech surprised both the group of children and Wendy herself. The Lost Boys stopped jumping around and instead stared at Wendy with shocked expressions. Peter also stopped laughing, but her daughter still remained the same, baffled by the whole thing.
Wendy bit her lip as she looked at Peter with exasperation. How will she ever make him see that this was not a game? It would be impossible! He was Peter Pan; everything was a game to him. And something as serious as being a mother and finding your lost child would make no sense to him. No, not at all.
Unless…..
Wendy's eyes widened. "Peter!" she called, and said boy looked up at her at once. "Peter, she's my missing lost thing!" Wendy exclaimed, the desperation for him to understand evident in her voice.
Peter raised an eyebrow in confusion.
What did she mean by…?
He froze.
"How could you Wendy!"
"Oh Peter, please! Let me explain!"
Peter flung himself on his hammock and turned his back to her. "Explain how? You grew up! What more is there to say?" he accused as he crossed his arms over his chest, his bottom lip out in a pout.
Wendy sighed. "Peter, you knew that I had to grow up. After you brought me back home, I decided that I was ready. Ready for whatever growing up had in store. You knew that Peter," Wendy explained calmly.
Peter huffed as a frown made its way to his face.
Wendy looked down sadly. "I'm sorry Peter. I really am, but even so, I can't say that I regret it. I mean, if I hadn't had grown up than I wouldn't have had-"
"How'd you get here anyway?" Peter cut her off. "Grownups aren't allowed in Never Land. And if you are grown up, why do you look like you did when you first came? When you were still a kid," he mumbled bitterly, making Wendy flinch in response.
She put a hand to his shoulder, but he shrugged it off immediately. Sighing once again, she began to tell Peter how Tinkerbell came to her, warned her about Jane being in Never Land, and then turned her into a child again with her pixie dust magic. He turned around to face her during the middle of her tale. His eyes sparkled with fascination and interest, captivated by her story as if it were something out of a story book.
Then again, the story did involve a fairy, a magical world, and some magic, so it might as well be in one.
When she was done, she waited patiently for Peter's reaction. She hoped that he would be less angry, that he would understand her dilemma and no longer accuse her of being a traitor for growing up. Even though, now that he had verbally claimed it, she felt like one.
Don't start regretting it now Wendy, she advised herself. You haven't before and no matter who he is, Peter Pan will not change that. Plus, if you hadn't grown up you would have never met Edward. Nor had Danny. Or Jane.
Jane.
"Peter?" Wendy asked gently, worried as to why he hadn't responded yet.
For a moment his eyes were down in silence, but before Wendy could speak again, they shot up to meet hers. "So you're saying that Tinkerbell started it?" Peter asked.
Wendy's mouth opened to respond but she quickly closed it, surprised by his question. "Ugh yes, I guess," she answered finally. "But Peter she…"
"TINKERBELL!"
Wendy jumped at Peter's sudden yell. It was so loud and serious and intimidating that if she were at the receiving end of it, she would have absolutely quaked in fear.
The blonde fairy zoomed into the room, and even though the yell startled Wendy, she seemed completely unfazed by it. In fact, she was wearing a proud smirk, as if she was called in for a reward.
"Tinkerbell, did you go see Wendy?" Peter asked seriously.
Tinkerbell nodded proudly, eyes closed, smile wide.
"And did you tell her that Spunky was her," he flinched, "daughter?"
Another happy, glowing nod.
"And you turned her into a kid so she could come back to Never Land?"
Cue the triumphant nod, now with a clap added to the mix.
Peter growled. "Then that's it. I hereby banish you from Never Land Tinkerbell!"
Wendy gasped as the fairy's face fell.
"Banished?" squawked Tinkerbell, completely surprised by Peter's reaction.
"You heard me."
"B-but…..what the heck Peter! What did I do?" Tinkerbell yelled.
"What didn't you do Tink! Gosh, you always do this! You just….you just get so jealous Tink! It's unbelievable! What kind of a best friend are you!"
Tinkerbell's mouth opened as her eyes widened. She then bit her lip and looked down as her wings flopped in sadness.
What kind of a best friend are you?
She wanted to scream. To shriek! To tell Peter that he wasn't much of a best friend either. Ignoring and neglecting her whenever anyone new would come along. What kind of a best friend was that? But even so, Tink could do no such thing.
Why, you may ask?
Well it's simple. It's because dear little Tinkerbell is a fairy. And fairies, due to their small size, can only feel one thing at a time. And right now all Tink could feel was complete and utter betrayal.
Wendy watched in horror as the fairy flew out of the room. She should've done something! She should have! She owed Tinkerbell at least that. After all, without her, she would have never found her Jane. But it didn't help that she couldn't understand anything Tinkerbell was saying. And before she could even interrupt, Peter had already done enough damage. It was obvious that Tink was just as shocked as Wendy and was heartbroken by Peter's words.
Wendy turned to Peter, disbelief written all over her face. "Peter! How could you!"
Peter rolled his eyes. "How could I not Wendy! Y-you…you don't even understand."
"Try me!" Wendy argued back. "Because what I understand right now is that you are acting very childish!"
"Well of course I am! I'm a child! Unlike you!"
Wendy's mouth opened the littlest bit as she stared at Peter, sadness and regret in her eyes.
Peter swallowed as he starred at her as well. The whole thing was tense and unsettling, but if one of them was going to break the gaze, it was not going to be him. He knew he had crossed the line. He didn't like hurting Wendy, no not at all, but inside he knew why he was doing it. Inside he knew why she was here.
Peter sighed, realizing that he was going to break his word and cut the tense air himself. "I'm sorry."
There was a moment of silence between the two once again, until Wendy finally spoke.
"I-it's….it's fine," she replied, simple just as well. She bit her lip and sat next to Peter on his hammock, thankful when didn't move away. "Peter, I know this is hard and difficult for you to understand, but…."
"Just please answer one more question for me," Peter said, interrupting her once more.
Wendy's eyes lit up, relieved that he was actually talking to her. "Sure."
Peter breathed in and faced Wendy, his expression serious, yet almost…..worried.
"Now that you've found Spu- I mean Jane,…will you take her…...will you take her back with you?"
Wendy froze, the light in her eyes disappearing just as quickly as it came. She swallowed and stared down at the floor, unable to look at him.
"Yes."
Yeah...I guess I like ending my chapters with cliffhangers:P Haha, well I'll try to update the next chap quicker than this one. Thanks once again for reviewing, I appreciate it, and I hope that you will continue doing so. Until the next one, thanks for reading!:D
