Okay People so we are nearing the end of Peter and Wendy's adventure. :( So with that, this chapter is a little shorter than normal, but I hope you still like it! Also, I must give credit where credit is due. My Daddy came up with the idea about Hook being Peter's father and since he's one of my biggest fans, I just had to! So here we go, Chapter thirteen!
Chapter Thirteen: Tinkerbell to the Rescue
"He's only just passed out." Wendy murmured to herself reassuringly. She was leaning over the body of Edward, who, out of shock, had passed out. His breathing patterns were shallow and irregular and Wendy noticed deep purple circles lining his eyes. Her hair fell in waves over his face as she inspected his heartbeat and pulse.
"Wife? That's my mother!" Peter growled, snatching the locket back. Wendy slowly lifted her head, returning her attention back to the scene. Captain Hook's posture had slouched as if the weight of a thousand men stood on top of his muscular shoulders.
Wendy rose to her feet gingerly, her eyes locked solely on Hook. She steadily approached his shell-shocked form and placed a light hand on his arm. Neither of them were able to move or speak. Wendy released a shaky breath.
"That woman," Wendy whispered, pointing at Peter's locket, "Do you know her?" The question hung in the air like poison.
When Captain Hook finally met Wendy's eyes, they were distant and cold, locked in another place and time.
His voice, when he spoke, transported Wendy to that place. "I met her when we were both sixteen. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever come in contact with. We were together for two months before I asked for her hand. We were married on a snowy December night. I loved her so very much.
"We had a beautiful baby boy." Hook paused to glance at Peter whose stance suggested he had lost all of his strength. "He was the world to us, but I should've known better. I came from a very poor family and had struggled my entire life to make it in society. I was so careless with my new found wealth that by the time our baby boy had arrived, there was nothing left. Instead of facing her, I left my wife the day the baby was born. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I did it so that she could start over with someone who had what I did not." Hook finished.
Wendy's heart ached at the sadness in the Captain's eyes.
"I did not even know the name of my precious son." Hook looked directly at Peter. Peter's eyes were shrouded by shadows and ruffled blonde hair. The hands by his sides curled dangerously into fists. He lifted his gaze cautiously and met Hook's with daggers.
Shaking his head, Peter managed to get out, "You are no father of mine."
"Peter." Wendy reached for his hand but he violently pushed her away.
Instead of feeling hurt, anger pulsed through Wendy's veins and bubbled up. She was sick of being pushed to the side. She had thoughts and feelings and opinions, and she was ready to be heard. She was ready to break away.
"Peter Pan, don't you dare act that way! Every single person in this room can see your anger and sorrow and I care enough to help you. You are not alone so do not have the audacity to act that way!" She yelled her face a bright shade of red. Peter turned to stare at her in amazement. Wendy's breaths were both visible and audible.
Tears formed in Peter's eyes and Wendy stepped forward, folding him into her arms as he began to sob quietly. She understood. To him, his entire world was falling apart. He had finally let his walls come down and had let the only person he had ever really cared about see him. Really see him. No one spoke, afraid of the sudden wrath of Wendy Darling.
"Then I am not you're son." A voice came from the direction of their feet. Edward had come to, probably as Hook had told his story, and was pushing himself into a sitting position. "And Peter is only my half-brother."
All eyes had turned to find out where exactly Edward was headed with his little monologue.
"You said so yourself that you left the day Peter was born. My mother must have remarried and then her husband left just as you had." He finished through clenched teeth.
No one knew quite what to say.
"You both have to believe me when I say that I never wanted to leave you. If I could, I would go back and change it in the blink of an eye." Hook pleaded with them. This was a new side of him that no one had ever seen before.
Peter released himself from Wendy and stood up straighter. He opened his mouth as if to say something but was interrupted.
"Don't worry Cap'n. We'll get rid of 'em so you never have to worry about this again!" Bill Dukes yelled and the pirates drew around the three of them. Wendy's head whipped around in panic.
"Stop!" Hook ordered, but the pirates either ignored him or couldn't hear. I'm almost certain it was the first one.
Peter recovered only a moment too late.
Red splashed across Wendy's view. Fear consumed her and stuck in her throat. Every instinct that she had told her that something very bad was happening.
"My dream." Wendy choked. Her dream was coming true right before her eyes.
Peter sank slowly to the ground, only a vacant look in his eyes. One of the pirates, whom Wendy did not see, had crept up behind him and plunged his dagger deep into Peter's heart.
"Peter?" Wendy whispered, her heart breaking. "Oh my god." She fell to the ground at his side. His breaths came out ragged. "Someone do something!" she screamed, trying to find a way to help.
"All of you stop before I make you walk the plank!" Hook's furious words cut them all to the bone. Their fiery attacks ceased. Hook stood and looked painfully towards Peter's slumped body, his mouth a tight line.
"Oh, Peter." Wendy cried. "I knew this would happen." Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
All seemed lost until the sound of tinkling bells came from overhead. Out of the tiny hole at the very top of the dome came a shimmering ball of light.
"It sure is hard finding you all." Tinkerbell huffed, but of course, no one could understand her. Finally, her gaze came in contact with Peter's motionless body. In a flash of light, her miniscule ear was pressed up against his chest, searching for a sign of life.
"I must be quick." Tinkerbell spoke to herself, rubbing her small hands together in preparation. Without another moment of hesitation, she went to work. Twirling in the air all around Peter, Tinkerbell released all of her pixie dust, letting it blanket every inch of Peter. The dust lifted him lightly into the air.
Wendy let out a small gasp.
The dust swirled around Peter in a sparkling funnel that began and seemed to never end. It lit the color back into Peter's soft cheeks and blood rushed back into his small lips. It was as if someone had hit rewind on his body as each wound slowly closed and grew back to flawless skin. His chest filled with air and his eyelids fluttered open and back to life.
As the last of Tinkerbell's dust fluttered away, so did the magic that lifted Peter. He fell to the ground with a thump that rang in everyone's hearts.
"Ouch!" He squealed, rubbing his arm. A huge grin broke the sad plains of Wendy's face and relief filtered into her chest.
Peter saw the smile out of the corner of his eye and looked at her curiously.
"What?" He asked.
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FerretSong: Thanks! And yeah ikr!? His history with nets isn't too good! Lol
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Tomboy22: Hahaha me either actually. When my Dad pitched me that idea I was like, tht's crazy. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got to write it! I'm glad you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it! (: xxx
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