Jealousy (part 11 of 'My Brave Wendy')

by Isabelle

Disclaimers: The rights to the film and book "Peter Pan/Peter Pan and Wendy" do not belong to me; this is just done for entertainment. Chapter Disclaimers: Poem stated here is "Visions of the Daughters of Albion" by Blake and song lyrics are "Tango de Roxanne" from Moulin Rouge.

Rating: PG-15 (for adult themes and mild sexual references)

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Summary: This is a work of fiction based on the 2003 film "Peter Pan"; it is centered, like the film around Peter & Wendy's relationship, just so you know. Basically the whole "never saw each other again" is out the window and for the purposes of the fiction they did.

Setting: This happens 1 year after Peter last saw Wendy, she's now been sent to a boarding school in Switzerland with her parent's new found fortune, but it's nothing like the place they thought it to be, as WWI is in it's starting stages there's fear all around and she's left without adult supervision along with some of her boarding school girls to find a way home and hoping that a certain first love will find her.

Spoilers: The film, it'll spoil you if you have not seen the film!!

Appreciation: My beta, who rocks my world at this moment, Rogue!!

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They told me that the night & day were all I could see
They told me that I had five sense to in close me up.

"The fairy queen."

"The fairy queen?" Christian asked.

All eyes were on Peter as he finished talking to Tinkerbell.

"Yes, the fairy queen. She had a dream and could see what would happen," Peter told them, his eyes on Wendy. "So she summoned Tinkerbell to give her the potion."

"Oh," was all Wendy could muster. Mostly she was still shaking from the experience, her heart fluttering and her palms sweaty.

The chuckling made her look back. The man who had accidentally shot Peter was chuckling! She fumed.

"A fairy queen... t-this is ridiculous!" he cried. "You know, there's such thing as science, western medicine!"

Wendy and Peter's eyes narrowed.

"Oh really!" she stated, hotly. "What do you suppose did that, penicillin?"

"Could be!" he snapped at her.

"And the cinematics?" she challenged.

"Adverse bodily reaction- look!" he came forward but Wendy backed up into Peter. "I don't mean to hurt you, Wendy."

Those words made Peter reach out and grab her hand, bringing her to him.

That didn't go unnoticed to Christian. He ignored it for the time being.

"I'm just saying that the boy has obviously gone through a lot today... and--" He was stopped short when Tinkerbell floated with a smug smile in front of him.

He gulped and looked away. "This is some type of hallucination. Maybe it's the water."

"You sure play denial very well," Joanna told him, smiling at the sparkling Tinkerbell.

"I'm not..." but his words faded as everyone began ignoring him and packing their things. "I'm just saying... where are you all going?"

Peter helped Wendy heft her own bag on her shoulders and turned to look at him. "Before we were detained, we were in a mission."

Christian's insides turned to mush. He knew all too well of missions.

"Oh... see." he said softly. "Heading where?"

Wendy looked at him from the corner of her eye then turned to Peter.

"I don't trust him," he whispered to her.

Wendy bit her lip, glancing at the man once more. "I think I've met him before... but I can't recall where."

A shadow crossed Peter's face and his features hardened. "I like him even less."

"Peter, really!" she hissed.

A smug smile came to his lips. "Cant blame me, can you?"

"It was an accident, Peter!"

"So he says," Peter told her, glaring at the man who was starring at them, suspiciously.

Wendy's features softened and she reached out to touch his cheek. That instantly relaxed Peter as he leaned into her heat. "You have nothing to worry about, Peter... really."

Her smile mirrored his.

"I still don't like him."

She laughed and turned to look at the man. "If you're going to know anything of us or even come with us we shall at least know your name, no?"

Christian had held his composure while the two had laughed and touched, his heart drumming a mile an minute and his eyes turned to little slits. He was fuming. Jealousy was driving him mad.

He had two options at that moment. He could let her know the real him, hoping that soon she would tire of the young boy or lie to her only to have her find out later and despise him for it.

"Kelley. Christian Kelley. Straight from Montana." he told her, tipping his hat.

"From America?" Anna asked, stepping closer, eying Christian. He ignored her.

Wendy's face was clouded, not noticing when Peter stepped next to her, looking at her curiously.

"Wendy?"

"Christian..." she bit her lip, her eyes closing. "Have we ever met before?"

Christian couldn't help smirking. "I would've remembered, I'm sure."

To this Wendy blushed and looked down.

Peter turned to glare at Christian. "Well... Christian, let's go."

Christian nodded, still smirking as he watched Peter pull Wendy, her eyes still looking at him curiously.

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The group stopped in awe to stare at the large mountain before them. All in awe except for Peter.

"Tink!" he cried.

The little pixie who was enjoying tremendous attention from Helen and Rosalind who didn't fail to praise her and admire her came bumbling forth.

"We need to fly," he told her.

She glared at the amount of People he was requesting and shook her head, flying away.

"Tinkerbell!" he shouted after her.

"Why wont she?" Wendy asked him, her voice tired with exhaustion.

Peter bit his lip as the fairy blinked nastily at him then sighed. "Too many people... too many grown ups." He turned to glare at Christian.

"I can find my way through the mountain, thank you--I'm not keen on flying." he answered back sarcastically.

Wendy nodded. "I doubt I have a happy thought left in me, Peter."

Peter turned sharply to look at her, her face was drawn and if possible she was paler than before.

"Why don't you and the pixie from hell take the girls and I'll make sure Wendy gets through the mountain alright," Christian suggested.

At that Peter's ears turned red and he moved protectively in front of Wendy. "No!"

Wendy's hand was at his shoulder instantly. "Peter... perhaps it'll be a better idea... you fly ahead and get help."

Peter's eyes didn't leave Christian and they seemed to be engaged in what seemed to be a staring contest.

"I'm not leaving you with him."

Christian chuckled and put his bags down, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Peter! I'm sure Mr. Kelley is saying it with the best of intentions," she turned to Christian. "Aren't you, Mr. Kelley?"

Christian nodded, giving Peter a hidden smile. "Of course, Miss. Darling."

Peter fumed, turning to face Wendy. "If I fly we all fly, if you don't fly none of us will."

"I shall certainly enjoy flying, Peter," Anna interrupted coming closer to him. "Wont you teach me... teach us?"

Peter stared at Anna then at Wendy who was glaring at Anna. "...p-perhaps it's best if we all simply stay together."

Anna's smile fell, looking down at her shoes. "Well... we'd better get started then... the downside of the mountain is long ways ahead."

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When they had walked for nearly half a day their bodies shook with exhaustion and they all agree to stop, camp in a small cave for a night until the sun rose once more.

Wendy was the first to fall asleep, snuggling close to Peter and letting their small campfire warm them. Peter alternated between making sure was asleep to glaring at Christian who sat relaxed opposite to them, smoking his cigar. There was always that small glint of smirk in his face that made Peter boil.

He truly didn't know what he was feeling. It was a feeling like he'd never experienced before... except for that one time Wendy had told him he was deficient. That Hook had feelings. But he had shown her feelings, no? What more could girls want?

He loved her, told her that he loved her and as soon as that happened another man waltzed in. The grown-up world was so complicated, so delicate and so hurtful.

Just to see them talking to each other would make his stomach tighten in the most uncomfortable of ways. It wasn't to much her but him... the way he looked at her. He knew that look also for he'd often had it on his face.

This man was in love with Wendy. His Wendy. And that just wouldn't do.

So he stayed up, despite his body screaming for sleep to watch over her, to make sure Christian didn't come any closer to her and to make sure if she had any unpleasant dreams it would be him who would console her and not Christian.

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In her dreams the world was much more lovely than her realities. In her dream she was standing before her mirror, in her home. Her own room which she had acquired the moment she had come back from Neverland. She would've never admitted it but she loved it's soft pastel colors, the pale pink bed and all the girly attributes in it.

She of course would never admit to it, pretended she hated it.

But there she stood, in front of her large mirror as it showed her how beautiful she had become.

Once more she was a grown woman. Her breast had grown slightly, her hips also, her waist made thinner giving her a perfectly lovely womanly figure.

She gazed at how the yellow dress looked on her. It was obvious that she was gong to a party. It showed off her shoulders and upper back, dipping elegantly to show off the slightest rising of her breasts.

She looked so much like her mother, all elegantly dresses with a soft smile on her face. Her hair was made up in an elegant bun adorned with small tiny daisies that smiled back at her. Her cheeks and lips painted with the most delicate rouge, and her eye lids had a fine pencil line on them.

She blinked back at herself.

She had apparently not noticed her mother next to her who was smiling back at her.

"You look simply divine, darling."

"The dress is lovely mother... an I fir so well in it." she responded, gliding her hands from her waist to her skirts.

"Well, you're a woman now, Wendy."

"A woman?" she repeat, unsure of those words herself.

"Yes... and he'd here." Mrs. Darling told her, grasping her upper arms and giving her a hug.

"He?" Wendy asked, doubtful a forming smile on her face.

"Yes... he is here."

Wendy's heart started thumping, her blood felt like acid in her veins as she picked up her skirts, unceremoniously and left her room. The stairs were simply an obstacle that was standing between her and Peter.

She nearly ran down them to the parlor. She could hear voices, her father was speaking... he was speaking with another man. This only made her go faster, trying to get to him as soon as possible.

"Pet--" her voice was cut off as both men turned to see her enter.

"Wendy! You look simply spectacular!" she heard her father say but all she could feel and think was this man before her.

"Mr. Kelley," she whispered staring at the other man, dressed in a fine suit with fresh flowers in his hand.

He smiled at her, almost amused. "You haven't called me that since we first me, darling." he chuckled and came closer to her. "You look simply divine, Wendy."

Her father made a noise of agreement but she could only stare at him.

"You're the one from my dream... this is only a dream," she told herself.

He handed her the flowers, white roses.

"Not a dream, my love. Only the future." he took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips softly against her knuckles.

"No, Christian!" her hand pulled back and she felt herself fall backwards.

The she woke, her eyes wide, her heart pumping.

All these voices calling her name came around her.

"It was just a dream, Wendy, simply a dream," Peter who was in front of her told her, holding her upper arms.

"No... not a dream." a tear slid down her cheek as she looked on at Peter his face concerned and dark. Jealousy was swimming in his eyes. Jealousy. The last emotion to make a man complete. She had made him a man. She finally succeeded. "... the future."

Jealousy
Will drive you… Mad

"I believe the lady called for me, dear boy," a voice that made the little hairs in the back of her neck stand on end.

She turned to look at him. He looked a bit younger than her dream but it was Christian Kelley none the less. The man her dreams told her she would marry. How could se marry a man that even in her dreams made her so unhappy?

"She didn't!" Peter hissed at him.

"She did!" Anna insisted, a smile slowly forming in her face as she looked at the trio.

Peter let go of her upper arms as if scorched. His eyes were wide with incredulity. "You did..." his voice was soft and ... defeated.

He didn't turn to look at her or at Christian simply stood up... letting the other man in.

Wendy was trapped, didn't know what to do. It truly was not her fault she kept dreaming of this man, she wanted to dream of Peter like she had done so many nights in that year he had been away but her dream were not dictate by her.

"I... I now know where I've seen you before, Mr. Kelley." she told him softly.

Christian squat before her, his hands on his knees as he peered curiously at her. "Where then?"

Her face must've turned a deep shade of scarlet because she heard Anna giggle at her dispense.

"In my... I've seen you in my dreams. Tonight twice." she whispered but Peter heard. He heard her very clearly because he nearly ran out of the small cave. "Peter!"

His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand

He didn't stop as her eyes searched for him, desperately, turning back to look at the amused Christian.

"You might be in my dreams, Mr. Kelley." she stood up and stared down at him. "But Peter's in my heart and soul."

Without any other words she ran off after Peter into the night.

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Why does my heart cry?

Peter had decided without a doubt that being a man was a terrible experience. No wonder Hook was always so bitter. All these feelings and emotions were a roller coaster ride which hardly brought on any fun. He doubted he could even fly now if he wanted.

All the fairy dust in the world could not lift his feet. He left like a piece of lead, a piece of cement in his heart weighting him down though his feet were firmly on the ground.

He felt his world breaking, his world was turning shades he didn't recognize.

He felt... hate... malice... jealousy... anger... resentment.... and love. Love was still there and that one hurt the most. How can something that was claimed to be so good hurt so much?

It hurt his heart.

Feelings I can't fight

He wanted to hate her, he did! He wanted nothing more than to pluck her from his heart and then he could go back and be a little boy and have fun all day.

The prospect sounded marvelous. But he now knew it was impossible. He wouldn't want to forget the way she smelled or the shape of her eyes when she smiled or the way her lips pouted ever lightly when she slept. He didn't want to forget anything at all. There were memories he held as close as his own life within himself. He knew, he knew and had accepted that hi life would never again be the same. He had accepted her inside of his heart and now all that did was burn.

"Peter?"

Her body stilled as he heard her approaching. He thought about hiding for a little while but knew that his footsteps would be traced in the snow-covered ground.

"Peter... would you listen to me?" she asked, standing there behind him.

You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please
Believe me when I say
I love you

"Leave me alone, Wendy," he told her, his face not even turning to look at her. He felt her come closer and his body stiffened. "I said to leave me alone!"

"I..." her could hear the tears in her voice. "I can't help what I dream!"

Her voice was venom to his soul and he just wanted to curl up and die. Turning to look at her, there in their snow-covered kingdom.

"No. You can't." his voice was stiff and controlled.

She came closer, and he pulled from her.

"I need to tell you something, Peter, would you please listen?"

His nostrils were flaring.

"Well, I need to ask you something will you please answer?" he retorted.

Her mouth shut and she nodded but he would feel the waves of hurt coming off her.

"Why... why does love hurt so much?" his voice was shaking but he didn't care. He needed answers, he needed to know.

"I d-don't think it's supposed to," she told him softly.

He nodded, his jaw cracking. "Well... perhaps it only hurts when it's not supposed to happen."

She started shaking her head and her eyes got glittery and watery. "No, Peter--"

She would've defended her love, their love but they were all too soon interrupted by many men coming towards there, some with guns and others with dogs.

They did try to hide until they heard Helen crying out from the cave entrance.

"Father!"

You left me...you left me like a dove
My soul has left me; my heart has left me

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TBC.....

A/N: BUAWWHHH. Evil, I now. Have patience and let me tell my emotionally-charged love story, ok? ;) I had some questions I'm answering:

- Why don't I post the beta'd version in ff.net?
Because I'm an impatient person who needs to have the chapter up as soon as I finish it. If the grammar is really deterring you from enjoying the fiction just wait a few days and check it out in my archive.

- Is Peter going to die? Are Wendy and Peter getting together? Will Wendy marry Christian? Is Anna going to die?
All of these questions will be answered as the story progresses. If I finish the series and your question has not been answered then you're welcomed to ask me.

- Why can't you post more often?
Because, unlike other humans, I have only been granted 2 hands and they type as fast as they can.

- Who us Christian Kelley?
He is the man in Wendy's dream. If you read the fiction carefully and slowly you'll catch that.

- When will you update again?
When I can.

Thanks! Q &A session over!