Dun-dun-dun! New chapter! I feel that it's sort of choppy, but I'm my own worst critic, right? xD Hope that you like!

Chapter Ten: Truth

"Wendy..?" Wendy Moira Angela Darling heard the boy croak. She had been staring at him and replacing the rag. The fever had gone down and her parents and even her brothers had told her that she could move from her post, but she did not.

"Peter!" she said and was about to hug him but then thought better of it. Everything seemed brighter now that he was awake: those green orbs of his staring at her so lovingly and his hand reaching toward her cheek…

"Wendy," he repeated and she was immediately snapped out of her daydream. His eyes, they were not loving but haunted, and his hands were at his side. Somehow, there were deep shadows under his eyes. He looked…disturbed.

"Oh, I must get Mother!" she said and was about to get up before Peter's hand, as swift as a fish, grabbed hers. The grip was weak, but was she about to tell him that?

"No, Wendy," he said, surprisingly stern, "I need to tell you something."

She paused. "…Yes?" she said and slowly sat back down in the chair. As if sensing the importance of what was going to happen, a cold draft entered the room and seemed to pause next to her, sitting down and curling its toes under itself, enthralled in the tale that had yet to officially begin.

Peter coughed and it took all of her willpower to not hop up and run to an adult. To anyone.

"You remember…You remember when I was having that dream?" he said, staring up at her.

She chided herself for focusing on his eyelashes and the way they curved before nodding. "Yes, I do." She knew which dream he meant; the one where he was fighting invisible bonds. How helpless he had looked then.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I could not fly. And…and you were taunting me. You were able to fly. You had…had a group of Lost kids. Girls."

Wendy bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands in her lap. The nails were uneven from her nibbling them with worry; through those long intervals when he was somewhere in his head and not with them. Her. She looked up again when he cleared his throat.

His eyes were open and were focusing on her collarbone. A hand – his hand – lifted up and she leaned closer so he was able to finger the silver chain and then the little object that was on it. "You were still wearing my Kiss."

Just when Wendy began to enjoy the feeling of his hand against her skin, the hand returned to his side. She leaned back in her chair, goose-bumps prickling her skin. He appeared so terrorized.

"And…I was trying to kill you. You had one boy with you. He thimbled you. I was trying to kill you, Wendy," he took in a shuddering breath. "I tried to kill you."

She shook her head, trying to ignore the sudden pang of betrayal near her heart. "It was just a dream, Peter. Just make-believe." She thought, that for the slightest second, she could see tears forming. "You don't have to tell me any of this if it hurts you."

"I have to, Wendy-lady."

It had been so long since he called her that. It was depressing how it made her heart skip a beat. "If you're sure."

His eyes looked at the ceiling, concentrating intensely. She looked up, too, but nothing was there besides the usual. He then said, "And, Wendy…This is probably going to kill me saying this, but I…like you. A lot. More than I should." The last part was in such a rush that Wendy actually had to decipher it.

When the words finally made sense in her head, standing in a straight and orderly line, she smiled. Her heart beat faster. She only wished that he would look at her. "But, you said-"

"I know what I said. I didn't like saying it, Wendy-lady. I really didn't." Peter Pan was finally looking at her. He actually liked her.

"Why did you, then?" she asked, her eyes eagerly searching his face for something that would make everything right and sensible. She knew that she was asking for a lot; he already admitted that he liked her in that way.

He took a deep breath. "I can't fly. Tinkerbell…She told me that by liking you in the forbidden way, I couldn't fly. I had lost a vital happy thought. I was trying to…Trying to fly again," he paused. "The attack I had…Where I fainted…I can't live here. It's deadly for me."

There was silence; his words hung in the air before finally falling to the floor with a thunk. They were heavy; that heavy. Wendy bit her lower lip again and felt the faint scab; so that sour taste was blood when her mother told her that Peter was okay. She cursed herself when her front teeth punctured the skin again; small drops of blood escaping.

"You're bleeding, Wendy."

She nodded and raised one of her hands to her lips, wiping the blood away. Looking at her hand, she saw a red smear.

"Wendy-lady, may I try something?"

She looked at him. "Pardon?"

"I want to try something."

She cocked her head to the side as he slowly sat up, wincing. He shook his head – he must be dizzy, she thought – and then met her eyes. She then watched as his pupils fell to her lips.

His feet hit at the floor as he completely sat on the side of the bed. She felt her heart beat; beat at the pace of a hummingbird's small wings as he leaned forward. Meeting him halfway, she immediately knew that this was what she wanted.

Not for him to look at her when confessing.

Not for him to tell her every single little thing.

Just a kiss. A thimble.

She knew that her lip was bleeding, but she didn't really care nor was she completely embarrassed. He apparently didn't care.

Wendy's eyes opened when he withdrew with his lips still puckered the smallest amount and his eyes closed. "Wendy?" he said slowly, his eyes then opening.

She took a deep breath. "Yes?"

"You know that I can't stay for forever."

"I know."

"Good," he said as he kissed – no, thimbled – her again, "'cause I like this."

FLUFF. :D I feel as if the last part was OOC, but I owe you guys some Pendy fluff, right? Please review and thanks for reading! -MythScavenger