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A/N: dear readers, I offer my sincerest apologies for the lack of my updating, and thank those who have stuck by and kept reading. I would like to dedicate this chapter to a very good friend CasablancaInTheTardis who has done a very good job a pestering to update more frequently. Please review they really are appreciated, and once again thanks for the support.
Chapter 8: Resolutions
The sun shone through the open sash window and lit up the small bedroom, were Wendy sat reading. It was her favourite past time except perhaps for writing and telling her brothers stories, although those pastimes didn't happen as readily as they used to, especially with her being away at boarding school. But even though Wendy could not stay up late telling her brothers the most frightening and wonderful tales she could think of, she was still happy. She spent a lot of time in class, learning what it was to be a proper hostess, and the ins and outs of embroidery, which in all honesty Wendy found more then a little tedious, especially when she could see boys outside practicing their fencing skills with one another. But not all her classes were bad, she loved literature, in which they read Shakespeare and Dickens and learnt the fine art of the English language, full of its similes, superlatives and split-infinitives.
She turned the page of her well loved copy of A Midsummer Nights Dream, the only play of Shakespeare's she was lucky enough to own, and thought back to her time in Neverland, it always made her do that, perhaps that was why it was her favourite. Her adventures in Neverland with her brothers, the lost boys and Peter Pan had been the best time of life and she so wished she could return, but that was impossible now for so many different reasons. Firstly she could never put her mother through the worry and pain as she had done the first time she had runaway, now she was old enough to realise that her action would affect others and not just herself. Secondly Peter wasn't in Neverland any more and she wasn't sure if he wanted to return or even if he could, and finally she wasn't on the best of terms with Peter as she had still no plucked up the courage to talk to him yet. She really was quite disappointed in herself about that particular point. She couldn't understand what made it so difficult to simply walk up to him and talk to him, she had fought the most fearsome pirates to ever sail the sevens seas and flown with only fairy dust keeping her afloat and yet she still hadn't talked to Peter. A frown had spread across her face after this thought and she finally decided enough was enough and that Wendy Moira Angela Darling was not the type of girl to let nerves get the better of her, and so she placed her book down and made her way out of the room with a determined look upon her face.
She quickly made her way down the stairs and outside where the majority of the student body were out enjoying the sun. She looked around the grounds until she spotted a large group of students watching a couple of the boys fencing, with Mr Clark supervising, as it was well known that some of the boys could get a little too competitive for there own good. There was no doubt in her mind that that was were Peter would be, he had never been one to pass up the challenge to prove himself to be the best and Wendy was sure despite the fact he may have grown a little taller he couldn't have changed that much.
Just as Wendy reached the group a loud cheer erupted as one boy held his foil to another's throat. Mr Clarke called the end of the match and the boy lowered his foil and made his way to the edge of the arena where he was congratulated by his friends, the other walked in the other direction looking rather saddened by his loss. When the winning boy removed his mask Wendy was not surprised to see who was behind it, Peter had always been the most brilliant sword fighter and had probably had more years of practice, and with the most fearsome enemies then any of the other boys could imagine. Taking a deep breath Wendy made her way into the crowd, before stopping right before Peter.
"Excuse me Peter, might I have a word with you, in private"
Peter passed his foil and mask to the boy standing next to him, and followed Wendy, until they were out of hearing distance. Peter wondered what Wendy might want to talk about, although he had a fairly good idea.
"Peter, I think we need to talk about what has happened between us"
"You mean the er… at the dance…" Peter stammered
"I think it would be best if we started from the beginning" Wendy stated, taking a deep breath, to calm her nerves, she felt rather silly being this nervous around someone she had known so well and yet she was. After a moment pause she continued, not looking Peter in the eye as she began, and if she had tried it would have been rather difficult as Peter's eyes were focused on the same patch of ground that Wendy's were.
"You see Peter, I started waiting, hoping for your return from the very moment you left my nursery window that last time, I waited three years for you Peter, and then I got sent here with the very purpose of stopping me waiting, and the hope that I may move on with my life, and then you're here and I meet you in the very first week at the dance…and you kiss me, and I have know idea what to think. And so Peter, I was wondering after all that's happened, where are we left, because I'm awfully confused…are we still friends or are we perhaps more then that?"
"Wendy I'm sorry I made you wait all those years, I really am and I sorry I kissed you that night at the dance I…except I'm not"
"What" retorted Wendy, who was rather startled by the comment.
"Well Wendy, the things is, I know I never admitted it to you when it mattered, but I have had a lot of time to think and grow up, but only a little" he quickly added "and the truth is I…I love you and I think I did from the very moment I heard you telling you brothers the story of Cinderella, although I guess I was too immature and frightened to understand or to want to believe that that was how I felt. Love is and awfully grown up emotion you know Wendy,"
Wendy was completely shocked; she would never have expected Peter to have ever said such a thing. Perhaps he really had grown up, even if it were only a little, but a little growing up from the boy who would not perhaps is not quite so little as would normally be thought. Wendy couldn't have believe how happy she was to hear those words come out of Peter's mouth, and a single tear crept slowly down her face as a sign of it.
"Wendy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Peter, everything is most perfectly wonderful" Wendy replied brimming with joy
"Then why are you crying?" Wendy giggled at his comment and Peter looked confused, and slightly affronted by her response.
"Why Peter, because I am happy, you really haven't changed that much at all have, perhaps there are some things you still need to learn about"
"Yes Wendy, I know exactly what you can teach me about"
"And what pray tell is that?"
"Girls, you really have no idea how confusing they are"
"You do realise Peter that I am a girl"
"Exactly, it makes it as twice a difficult for me to understand anything you go on about" they both laughed, and they were same Peter and Wendy once more even if just for a moment.
Wendy felt as if a huge wait had been lifted off her shoulders. She and Peter were talking again, and he even seamed to understand what she had been talking about all those years ago when they were in Neverland, she really couldn't ask for more.
