HAPPY (extremely belated) NEW YEAR! First off I just wanna thank every single person who has ever reviewed this story. A special thank you goes out to anonymous reviewer 'Reader'. Your reviews made me sooo happy :-) So, last chapter I left you with just a tiny bit of Peter/Wendy fluff and...a cliffhanger*Boo* Again I apologize for that (honestly its not a great Christmas present) but I'll hopefully make up for it in this chappie. So, with that...On to the chapter! :-D
P.s. Really sorry for making you guyz wait soo long, but school is just being a big pain in the behind right now :(
Disclaimer: I hate saying it but the only thing I own are my characters and the plot. Not Neverland :*( Sorry.
Wendy's eyes snapped open, and she could feel Peter tense up beside her. He quickly (but carefully) jumped up and rushed to the edge of the tree. Wendy then proceeded to do the same, looking curiously over the trees. "What is that?" she whispered. Peter shook his head, "I don't know." his face hardened. "But I'm going to find out." And with that, he shuffled closer to the edge. He was just about to jump when he spun around abruptly and pulled Wendy into a tight embrace, which caused her pale cheeks to darken. After a few seconds Peter moved away, placing his hands on Wendy's slight shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.
"Wendy, if I ask you to do something, will you promise me that you'll do it?" he said quietly.
"Of course, I promise."
A small grin spread across his face. "Okay, good." he sighed "Because I want you to stay here, while I go check out whatever made that sound."
An astonished Wendy barely had time to register what exactly happened as Peter chastely kissed her forehead and rose into the air. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He kissed me :) Quickly coming to her senses, Wendy rushed towards the ledge. But before she could reach the end, Peter abruptly turned around stopping her cold.
He held his hand up in front of her, wagging his finger at her like he was scolding a child. "Uh, now Wendy. You did promise me that you would do whatever I asked. And you wouldn't want to break your promise, now would you?" he asked her, giving Wendy his best pair of puppy dog eyes.
Wendy inwardly groaned, knowing that Peter found her weakness. Reluctantly, she took a step away from the edge. Putting her hands up as a sign of defeat. Although she seemed cool and calm on the exterior, a flurry of foul words directed at Peter swirled inside her head.
Peter, completely oblivious to the growing storm in Wendy, sighed "Thank you" in relief. Just as the storm of curses reached its breaking point, Peter flashed
Wendy a parting smile and streaked away over the trees. Leaving a furious Wendy behind.
*Wendy's POV*
I can't believe that I just stood there and let him win. God, I hate him so much! I should have just let him have it right there. Who does he think he is telling me what to do? I let out a strangled scream of frustration and angrily kicked the massive tree trunk. I felt a dull pain in my foot, I was probably going to have a bruise or something there but I was just too angry to care. Letting out yet another defeated sigh I plopped onto the hammock. Oh who am I kidding? I'm not angry at him. I'm angry with myself. Well, okay yeah I am kinda mad at him but I'm angry at me more. Why couldn't I just say "No Peter, I will not stay here while you go and have all the fun."
I sighed again (wow, I sigh a lot.) My anger was slowly ebbing away. I feel so...strange. One minute I'm totally fangirling over how cute he looks, another minute I'm pissed at him for treating me like I'm five, then I'm back to fangirling again!
"What is going on with me?" I mumbled. I just felt so confused.
Suddenly, a wave of fatigue washed over me and I could feel my eyelids start to droop. I tried to fight it, but the overwhelming urge to give in was too strong. As I started to drift away, all I could think about was the feel of his lips on my skin.
~0~
I woke up to a pitch black sky, the only light coming from the soft silver glow of the tree. I slowly rose to my feet, stretching the kinks in my back. Once I was all stretched out and awake, I looked around the canopy, and found that I was still by myself. This was the point when my worry-meter kicked into overdrive. Where's Peter? He wouldn't just leave me here, right?
Wait, what if something happened? What if he's hurt or dying? What if he's already dead!?
Okay, okay. Get a hold of yourself Wendy. Don't think of the worst possible situation.
I was really tempted to flop back onto the hammock and wait for him to come get me. But I resisted. I just refused to be that girl who is always waiting for the handsome prince to come and save her. I nodded my head, knowing what I have to do. I slowly and carefully stepped towards the edge. I made the terrible mistake of looking down, seeing the forest floor far below, and a wave of vertigo hit me. I stepped back, closed my eyes and took a few quick breaths. You can do this. You can DO THIS!
"I really hope I'm right about this." I said with a slight wince.
I took a deep breath and a step forward. The tips of my shoes hanging off the edge. I cleared everything from my mind, except the memory of flying and how weightless I had felt. Then before I could loose my nerve, I jumped off the end.
~0~
I slowly cracked my eyes open. Both surprised and relieved to see that I was floating in the air, and not squashed like a pancake. "It worked!" I exclaimed. Then, angling my body into a flying position, I headed in the direction I saw Peter go.
After flying for what seemed like hours, I noticed that I was starting to lose altitude. And quickly!
"No, no no no!" I murmured. Fighting desperately to stay in the air. Unfortunately, my efforts were all in vain. I started to sink below the branches, then the force keeping me in the air decided that now was an excellent time to stop working(note my sarcasm.) And I fell, the branches scratching at my face and arms. I landed awkwardly on my ankle, a searing hot pain radiated up my leg. I didn't even have to look at my ankle to know that it was twisted. I laid on the ground, slowly moving each part of my body, making sure nothing else was hurt.
Groaning, I forced my bruised and sore body to stand up, making sure I put very little pressure on my ankle. I looked around, trying to find a sense of direction, when I noticed a clearing up ahead. Half limping, half stumbling I made my way through the dense trees. When I finally crashed into the clearing, a gasp of horror escaped my lips.
What I saw almost brought tears to my eyes. In the clearing, chained to a large tree, stood a bruised and bloodied group of Lost Boys. My tears threatened to spill over when I saw that my brothers were among them. Breaking my gaze away from their sad eyes, I turned to face what I had been avoiding since I first stepped into the clearing.
The tears that had been building up behind my eyes finally escaped as I looked at Peter. He was kneeling on the ground, chained up like an animal at the zoo. I couldn't stand it anymore. Ignoring my screaming ankle, I ran to him, and cradled his beaten face in my hands.
He looked up at me with his sad pools of blue and whispered "I'm so sorry Wendy."
I didn't even get a chance to ask him why he was sorry, because a strong hand roughly yanked me upright. I struggled to get out of the large man's grip but it was too tight. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter fight viciously against his chains. He froze in place as I felt the man holding me place a cold metal object against my neck.
"Careful Pan." warned the man holding me. His voice was deep and menacing, and had a slight British tilt to it.
"You wouldn't want your precious Wendy to get hurt," the pressure on my neck increased as he said this, causing me to cry out in pain. "Would you?" he ended in a satisfying tone.
Peter looked at me, the pain clear in his eyes, and mouthed the words I'm sorry to me. He then looked at the man gripping me, his face twisting in anger and disgust. I honestly thought that he would keep on fighting, but he slumped to the ground, his eyes locked on a spot of dirt infront of him.
Suddenly, the man started laughing. The sound chilled me right down to the bone, that's how evil it sounded.
"Oh Peter, did you really think it would be that easy? That you would surrender and I would just let your little girlfriend go?"
The man's grip on my waist got painfully tighter, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying. I looked at Peter again, his face unreadable, but I could see his fists clenched in rage.
"You got what you wanted Hook, you have no reason for keeping Wendy or the Lost Boys. Just let them go and take what you wanted in the first place. Me."
My heart jumped in my chest when he said Hook's name. I squirmed against what I now realised was the very hook that he was so infamous for, trying to kick and claw my way out.
But all of my struggles were in vain. All Hook did was chuckle at my pathetic efforts.
"Well Peter, your new girl has a fire in her. We'll have to fix that. Say goodbye to your lover boy Wendy, you won't be seeing each other again for a very long time."
And with that, Hook started to drag me out of the clearing. I fought against him with every ounce of my strength, crying Peter's name the entire time.
I guess I was starting to annoy Hook because he stopped about 3/4 away from the entrance and dug something out of his pocket. All of a sudden, I felt something sharp jab me in the arm. Immediately I could feel my strength slipping away from me, my body going limp. Tired, and defeated, I gave in to the darkness.
Wow...what the hell did I just write? 0_o Really intense chapter right here. Sorry if this chapter sucks or doesn't make any sense. I'm really sick right now so it's a combination of medicine and exhaustion that are impairing my writing skills. So what do you think of Wendy's POV? Like it? Hate it? Didn't really care? Tell. Me. So let me end with this: PLEASE review/favourite/follow. Until next time chicklets :)
P.s. a description of Hook is up on my profile and down below.
Captain Hook: (My version)
Age: late 30's early 40's
Haircolor/style:pitch black and choppy
Skin:tan, looks a bit dirty
Eyes: icy violet.
Height: 6'4
Weapon: a hook of course
(Looks like Jason Isaacs)