It's Friday! So here's a new chapter for today! This chapter is rated PG13. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Peter Pan story or its characters
Peter was sitting on a flat rock near a waterfall he had wanted to bring Wendy to when she came back with him. His feet dangling in the cool water he thought about how much she would've liked it. He knew he would never see her again. He was not sure he wanted to. How could he face her now.
It was true that he had grown, he had to start wearing breeches made by the Indians. They rolled up quite easily but weren't as comfortable as his leaves. He also noticed that his muscles stood out more and his feet were huge. Peter leaned back on his hands and tilted his head toward the sky letting the warm evening breeze blow through his hair. Hearing voices in the distance Peter quietly rose and moved to a deep shadow nearby. He may not be able to fly but he was still a great fighter and was as quick as a cat. Peter strained his ears over the crash of the waterfall and could tell the voices were girls or women. He relaxed some as he figured it was just two of the squaws taking a walk. Peter realized one of the voices was Tiger Lily's and thought he'd have a little fun. Fun was on short supply for Peter recently so he was ready to enjoy scaring the wits out of Lily and her friend.
Peter climbed to the top of a large rock some of the braves like to dive off, hiding just out of site waiting for his prey. The girls were getting closer and he could hear the voices more clearly. Peter knew most all the Indians but didn't recognize the voice of this girl with Lily. It sounded strange and familiar all at the same time. Below the girls had just reached the edge of the pool.
The moon was bright enough for Wendy to make out a fair amount of the waterfall. There were so many shadows though that she knew she needed to come back during the day. Maybe Peter would bring her. Wendy tilted her head back breathing in the night air looking at the moon.
Lily looked around "I was sure he'd be here. He loves this place." Wendy turned her head to look at Lily.
Peter was confused, Lily almost never spoke in English to another of her tribe only him. He stuck his head up over the top to take a peek and see who his victim was. His eyes fell on a slender frame in a flowing dress that clung to parts of her and flowed from others. When she moved just a bit the dress seemed to sparkle near her slender neck. Her light hair blowing back from her fair face in the breeze, so shiny it looked like spun silver in the moonlight. Peter crawled up a little higher to get a better look and knocked some rocks off the edge, startling the girls, causing them to turn toward him. Peter regained his balance and looked up his eyes locked on what looked like an acorn on a chain around the girls neck. Peter looked into the girls eyes not believing it could be true. They were the most beautiful Blue eyes he had ever seen. He knew in his heart who this beautiful girl was. He tried to stand as she called his name.
"Peter?" Wendy exclaimed startled and excited all at the same time.
When he heard his Wendy's voice Peter lost his balance and fell head over heels into the pool with a huge splash that drenched both the girls.
Peter's head broke the surface of the water and he turned and swam to the edge. Peter was afraid to look at the two girls. He tried to tell himself they would be furious for being splashed, but Peter knew Wendy was most likely furious at him for so much more. He looked up and saw Tiger Lily glaring at him ringing out her hair and clothes, cursing at him under her breath in her native tongue. When he dared to look at Wendy he saw that she was staring at him in complete disbelief her mouth hanging open. His gaze shifted down and Peters eyes grew wide when he saw that not only was her dress now clinging to her from head to toe but it had become almost see through.
Being a lady she did of course have on the appropriate undergarments which saved her from a most embarrassing moment. Although Wendy was very aware that the light weight material was stuck to every curve she had.
Wendy mouth snapped closed as she watched Peter taking in each of those curves as he climbed out of the pool.
"Peter?" Wendy spoke softly. "Is that really you?" It was now Wendy's turn to admire a soaking wet Peter.
He certainly had grown. She figured he must've been almost as tall as her father. His chest and arms well toned with muscle and all a light golden brown from being outside. His leather pants were clinging much the way her dress was and she could tell his legs were as well toned as the rest of him. His hair still the same shaggy sun bleached blond. Then Wendy locked eyes with Peter. They were still the same clear blue green she remembered, but they somehow looked much older now.
"Oh Peter". Wendy said as she walked over to the dripping boy "I've missed you so much" she almost cried as she reached out to touch his face. Peter didn't back away as he had when they were younger but did step back out of her reach. Wendy slowly lowered her arm and her gaze, he had changed. It seemed even his feelings for her had changed. She silently cursed herself for being so selfish. The poor boy had been through so much and it was all because of her. Of course his feeling's changed. Wendy would be lucky if Peter didn't hate her.
Peter didn't know why he stepped away. He wanted nothing more than to hold Wendy in his arms. He was so confused and afraid. He found himself hearing Hooks words. "She will have grown and will be more beautiful than you can imagine, but she will only remember who you were. You swore you'd never change yet here you are, all grown up. How can she love you now? You look more like me!" How could Peter expect anything from Wendy now.
Tiger Lily finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "We should go back and change."
Wendy agreed, and they marched off in silence. The village was only about a kilometer away so they would be back soon. Not soon enough as Wendy could feel Peter staring at her as they walked. "He must want me to leave." Wendy thought sadly to herself.
Peter tried to look at anything but the wet shape of Wendy walking away from him. Every time he did look at her this warm sensation started in his chest. He remembered feeling it whenever they had kissed in her room. He knew there was no way she'd feel that way about him now, not after what had happened. He did not want to feel this way, not if she didn't too. Peter fought with all his might but his eyes kept betraying him. Her wet hair hung down to the middle of her back, allowing Peter to see her slender shoulders with the damp sleeves hanging lifeless on her arms. His eyes trailed to her slender waist and the curves below. The warmth started again and was creeping from his chest to his stomach. Luckily they finally arrived in the village and Peter headed toward the teepee the Indians had given to him.
Tiger Lily told Wendy to stay where she was for a moment and walked over to Peter like a woman on a mission.
"Peter. Wendy came long way to try to help you." Lily searched his eyes.
Peter nodded. "I'll come to your tent once I've changed." He turned and walked away stopping only once to see Wendy walking toward Tiger Lily's teepee. Peter understood that there were things going on in Neverland. He didn't know how or why but he knew he was the cause. It seemed Peter was responsible for so much sadness these days he almost couldn't bear it. Wendy had come to try and help. Even if she didn't love him any more she had cared enough to come. Peter would be grateful for that.
Poor Peter!
