The Truth
Wendy felt no pity for the bewildered looking pixie as she fled the scene he tears falling freely as she ran and Sarabella who had been watching everything came out from behind a tree and went to Tink but she did not look like she was very happy with Tinkerbell as she talked to her, but Wendy was too busy running away to hear what they were saying. She was torn deep inside and she felt like her head was spinning. She stopped running and threw up unto the ground. She felt betrayed she hated that Tink would put not only her but Peter through all of this.
She pushed her hair out of her face and continued to be sick all over the ground and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was becoming ill herself from all the stress of worrying about Peter and if he would make it through the next few days. Her greatest fear was he would begin to bleed and she would not be able to stop it and he would die. She was sick again at the thought she had tried to keep from her mind. She stood when she was done wiping the tears from her eyes she walked back to their hideout and slipped inside and slunked to a wooden seat and sat letting her long light brown hair flow freely into her face.
She could not take much more of this pure torture she looked over at Peter's sleeping form and placed her head in her hands and began to cry. She felt that he was not telling her something and the pain of not knowing the truth tormented her almost as much as watching him suffer did. She wanted to know everything about Peter but at the same time whenever he told her she felt even worse even when she didn't think it were possible to feel worse he always made it happen; though she knew he would never purposefully hurt her; He loved her.
She heard him stir and rushed to wipe the tears she was crying so he would not worry and jumped up from the wooden stool she was on and ran to his bedside kneeling and placed her hand to his forehead feeling the tempature and sighed when it felt low and he opened his tired eyes slowly and whispered, "Elizabeth?" softly.
It took all her will power not to burst into tears but instead she smiled, "Yes Peter" She whispered and he blinked his half open eyes.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you" he whispered, "Do you hate me?" He asked still semi unconscious in his sick state.
When Wendy heard this she felt tears start to fall and she whispered, "No Peter never" she managed to choke out in between choking back tears.
He closed his eyes once more and whispered, "I'm sorry" before slipping back into full unconsciousness. Wendy looked at him the tears continued to fall she pulled her hand away from his forehead but didn't understand what he meant by he was sorry. What was he sorry for his sister had been murdered. She wondered if Peter was with her as she was murdered. She decided against that idea and stood once more wetting a cloth and placing it on his brow trying to make him have better dreams by comforting him in anyway possible.
She saw the sun starting to set in the sky and sighed she was so tired from another day of taking care of Peter. She forgot about the salad she was going to make, and laid down next to Peter and wrapped her arm around him and she heard him murmur once more in his sleep, "Goodnight Elizabeth" and she smiled at him.
"Goodnight Peter" She whispered in his ear and closed her eyes drifting into a troublesome and tired frenzy of bad dreams and tireless images of Tinkerbell's face when she had looked as guilty as she had. She hoped that by once more talking to Tink she was successful in talking some sense into the small fairy but she doubted it. Fairy's were one of the most stubborn creature in Neverland. She heard thunder begin outside and rain begin to fall as she fell asleep.
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Tinkerbell hovered there looking after Wendy as she ran and she watched as Sarabella who had much to Tinkerbell's dislike been spying on the entire conversation between her and Wendy. She knew now that she were in trouble Fairy's of Neverland were not supposed to abuse their powers. If they could help than they were supposed to help and Tinkerbell knew this as much as anyone but she figured Peter needed to learn a lesson and she figured he quite apparently had not learned it in the 15 years before he came to Neverland when he had had the disease so she let him go through it once more to show him how much he needed her.
Sarabella looked at Tinkerbell her look was stern and her black hair was in plaits down her back. She looked at her fellow fairy and said, "You know Fairy's cannot abuse their gifts!" She said angrily to her, "If you know how to heal him than you must!"
"I will when he has learned his lesson!" She said as stubborn as ever the guilt still surging through her tiny body, "And I don't think he has yet!" She glared at her friend her arms still crossed.
"Tinkerbell if you let him die you know what will happen!" Sarabella warned her in the most serious way, "You won't be a fairy anymore!" She continued, "You will be banished; is that what you want Tink?" Her friend asked her solemnly.
Storm clouds were beginning up ahead the skys had been dark for days since Peter had been ill but storms had not come since the first day. As the rain began to fall down on the small fairy's Tinkerbell knew that Peter was getting considerably worse seen as the weather corresponded with his feelings. She hated the fact that this was going to force her to do something about Peter and she looked at Sarabella, "Of course I wanna be a fairy!" She said with a glare, "He isn't dead!" She said and looked down at the ground. She was losing no one saw this from her point of view.
Sarbella still had her arms crossed, "Well I KNOW you will make the right choice Tink" She said sadly, "That is if it is not too late by the time you make up your stubborn mind!" She said and flew away from Tink who lowered herself and sat down onto a rock softly looking at her small hands running through her mind thinking about what she should do. She looked up as the rain poured down on her. This was going to be a long night.
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Wendy awoke the next morning though it was pouring so hard outside that Wendy immediately was wide awake this meant Peter was worse. She looked down at the pale and weak boy next to her. Day 6 she thought to herself as she felt his fever it had climbed back up over night and he was moaning slightly in his sleep. She checked his body for any hemorrhages but found none. She sighed in relief and checked his body over softly looking for anything out of the ordinary besides his pale skin. She sighed and whispered, "Peter" he stirred, "Wake up Peter" She whispered and he opened his eyes.
"Wendy?" He asked a little unbelieving because he thought he was back home with Elizabeth, "Where's Elizabeth?" he asked starting to become frantic, "I must see her!" he said and looked at her in the eyes, "Where did you take her?"
She felt her tears blur out her vision again and whispered, "No one is here Peter" She whispered, "You were simply dreaming!" She calmly wiped his forehead trying to stop him from his misery but it was hardly working he became more frantic and started to cry but said nothing tears were rolling down his cheeks and loud thunderclaps boomed overhead shaking the small hideaway they lived in. She crawled up onto the bed with him, "Shh shh, it will be okay Peter!" She held him in her arms and he wrapped his arms around her sobbing.
"I couldn't help her now look!" He said, "The skies punish me with their storms!" He said and another loud thunderclap boomed overhead shaking their hideout and knocking things from the table.
"What do you mean you couldn't save her Peter?" She asked softly trying to calm him but he didn't say anything another Thunderclap boomed followed by many more things were falling from the shelves and Wendy was beginning to fear for their safety if he did not calm down , "They are not punishing you Peter they follow your moods please calm down!" She whispered frightfully and more Thunder shook the hideout.
"She needed me!" He yelled "and I could not help her!" More thunder clouded the skies.
"Tell me Peter!" She cried, "Please what happened!?" She asked and more things flew off of the shelves as the house shook once more and she heard more tears from Peter along with cries. "I don't remember" He lied tears still falling trying one last time not to tell her as more thunder shook the house.
"YES YOU DO PETER PLEASE!" She yelled over the storm and he looked at her scared form and knew he had to tell her.
The storm started to get worse as his memories returned from that night so long ago, "It was a night like this in 1875" He said.
AN: Next Chapter is Peter's memorie of what really happened then I promise after that chapter things will get better for them :D & yes I realize this chapter is short but the next chapter is worth the length of this one :D hehe
