The Indian camp was aglow with soft yellow light that glistened in the night as the traveling party walked in its direction. Peter, still flushed with annoyance at Wendy's electric outburst, lead the group at the front. He was quiet and would casually glance back at his sulking wife. Wendy was trailing close to Henry and Neal and was staring down at the ground as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. Her distraction ended abruptly when she heard the familiar thumping of the ceremonial drums.
Peter strode into the center of the camp and the Indians greeted him with a throaty cheer. The Chief strode out from the shelter of his tipi. His broad shoulders and muscles glinted like bronze in the torch lights; there was a large head-dress of feathers that flowed down his back like a water fall and had the colors of a rainbow. His face was sullen as he walked towards the immortal young man. Peter grinned casually and bowed his head. The chief nodded and slowly, the corner of his lips turned up into a smile.
"What brings you here, Pan? We have not seen hide or tail of you in a great while." The Chief asked curiously. Peter turned around and motioned for Henry to come forward to greet the chief. Henry scampered forward and bowed deeply. Peter held the boys shoulder and looked up at the chief again.
"I have brought you a story teller from a distant land. I wish to entertain you all with his fantastic tales that will hopefully make believers of you all." Peter explained excitedly, he saw a spark of curiosity fill the chief eyes and knew that the man was hooked.
"How kind of you, Pan. I do so miss your stories of those wonderful adventures." A female voice spoke low a guttural, like a soothing lullaby. Wendy flinched as a figure dressed in a wool dress stepped out from behind the chief of the Indians. The woman was tall and had lean muscles that were accented by her chestnut skin. Her wide dark eyes were as beautiful and fathomless as a doe's and her thick midnight black hair fell smoothly against her back.
"Tigerlily, how lovely to see you again." Wendy said politely dragging the woman's attention from Peter and now to Wendy. Her wide eyes grew large as they took her in.
"Wendy? We had gotten word that you were dead." She said confused but then straightened her back, losing her sense of shock.
"It is also lovely to see you again" Tigerlily said blankly, sounding rather bored with the fact the Wendy Darling was alive. Peter noticed the agitation on Wendy's face and swallowed his pride. He glided over to where Wendy was and interlocked his fingers with hers. She looked up at him puzzled but he only smiled at her.
"There is also means of celebration; congratulate us Tigerlily, we are married." Peter announced allowed. Everyone in the traveling's party's jaw dropped and Tigerlily face stained a deep red and her face pinched.
"What?" She hissed. Wendy smiled ruefully and leaned her head on Peter's shoulder, clearly indicating to the other woman that she had won the battle over Peter's affection. Tigerlily smiled bitterly and then bowed before the happy couple.
The celebration included dancers and a giant array of delicious food. The members of StoryBrook were thankful to eat something other than fruit as they had in the past few weeks. Henry sat on a log with a plate full of vegetables and meats, and began to tell the stories of his family; how they were all connected and how they came upon this magical land. He would nibble from his plate from time to time but the boy was lost in the act of storytelling.
Then came the part where he had to talk about Peter Pan, Henry looked to Peter as if asking for permission and the other boy shrugged and nodded his head for the boy to continue. Peter didn't mind being portrayed as the villain. In the past, he would have relished in the fear that he brought to all those on the island, but that was then. Now, he had his Wendy back. He glanced over to the girl who was completely enthralled with the stories, she sat on the ground with the Indian children listening intently. One of the little Indian girls decided to sit in Wendy's lap. The little girl would look back at Wendy and gasp with whatever shocking turn the story took. Wendy smiled at the girl and would make little comments to her regarding the story.
Peter smiled at the sight, this was the main reason that Wendy had trapped his heart. Her gentle nature was so alien to him and the way she would put so much passion into everything she did fascinated him. She made him want to be a better person. His brows furrowed when her saw her gently move the girl off her lap and run to a nearby bush to get sick. She vomited violently and coughed, Peter quickly went to her side.
"Wendy?" He asked not even trying to hide the worried note in his voice. Wendy wiped her mouth on a leaf coated with light dew and nodded meekly at him.
"I am fine, must have been something I ate that's not agreeing with me." She brushed the situation off like it was nothing and grabbed hold of his hand and shepherded him back to the camp. The Indian medicine woman noticed Wendy's behavior and called to Tigerlily in her native language. The elder woman whispered into Tigerlily's ear and the younger woman grinned wickedly.
The rest of the tribe was thoroughly engrossed in the stories Henry had to tell. When it came to the part that Tinkerbell was introduced Henry called her center stage. The former fairy came to the front of room and waved awkwardly at the crowd. The Indian's stared at her intently as if she was a distant memory.
"And you are a fairy?" A little Indian boy asked. Tink smiled sadly at him.
"I used to be. I did something that I wasn't supposed to for my friend and my punishment was becoming human. To be a fairy again I need everyone on the island to believe in me again." She explained loud enough to be heard by everyone. The little boy took out the eagle feather from his braided hair and walked up to the pixie woman. He had to stand on his tiptoes but he managed to stick his feather in her golden hair. He stood back and smiled up at the Pixie woman who touched the feather lightly.
"I believe in you, Ms. Tinkerbell." He said happily and there was a chorus of other Indians that nodded and agreed. Even Tigerlily was touched by this moment and noded at the pixie woman. A shimmering light surrounded Tinkerbell and she gasped as she rapidly shrunk. The crowd started to murmur excitedly Wendy moved forward to check on her friend but Tinkerbell laughed with delight.
"This was my normal size as a fairy. It's working, I am turning back." She shouted happily up at her friend Wendy grinned widely at the Pixie and extended her hand to her so she could hop on. Wendy slowly stood and as Tink walked across her hand it tickled her palm. Tigerlily chose to speak at this point in time and focused the attention of the group back to her and instead of the elated Tinkerbell.
"What a marvelous day this is indeed, and Wendy wouldn't you like to tell your good new as well?" Tigerlily asked. Wendy looked to Peter and back at the Indian woman confused.
"What good news would that be, Tigerlily?" Wendy asked nervously, not knowing the intention of the woman. Tigerlily smiled and indicated to the girl's stomach.
"That you are expecting, of course." Tigerlily explained simply. The traveling party sucked in a breath knowing what the woman had meant, Peter and Henry were confused. Henry had an idea of what Tigerlily was saying but brushed it off as impossible. Wendy grew pale and her veins stood out even more so under skin. Tinkerbell looked up at her friend and hugged the girls thumb with her tiny arms.
"Expecting what?" Peter asked nervously, his body stiffened by Wendy's side. Wendy was paralyze where she stood.
"She is with child, Peter. Your child." Tigerlily explained slowly. Peter jerked his head to his wife and down to her stomach. Half expecting a baby to burst from her at that moment.
"How? No, wait I know how but I didn't think-" Peter sputtered and began to pace to and fro not knowing how to feel about this. Neal and Emma exchanged glances and remembered how it was when they found out that Emma was pregnant. Neal acted very similarly to this but then he was overjoyed. He left her soon before Henry was to be born. Emma's heart clenched at the memory and she blinked away the sting of tears in her eyes. David stepped forward cautiously and tried to reason with the frantic boy that was still pacing wildly.
"Pan, take a breath. It's going to be okay. You're going to be a father, I promise you it is the best feeling in the world." David explained. Pan stopped and stared at the man.
"What would you know of being a father? You didn't even raise Emma." Pan's words were harsh and struck at both David and Snow's hearts. Rumple strode in and in the line of sight of Pan. He knew what was coming and was ready.
"Take it from me, a sorry excuse of a person, having a child will burn away the harshest parts of you and they will become the light of your life. Trust me, this is a good thing." Rumple explained. Pan snarled at the sorcerer.
"You mean it will make me weak?" He accused. Rumple shook his head.
"It will give you more strength then you ever knew was possible." Rumple explain and looked to Neal who looked away as his father met his eyes. Peter sighed and covered his face with his hands. He rubbed him face with frustration and went to look to Wendy but she was gone.
"Where did-" Pan began but Emma interrupted him.
"She ran off the moment you suggested that having the baby would making you weak." She said harshly, Pan sucked in a breath to speak but again Emma stopped him.
"Don't you realize how terrifying this is for her? Now she probably thinks you don't want her to have the baby. I know you don't have experience in this type of situation but you have to realize that you're not the only one faced with these fears and responsibilities." She explained forcefully at him. He raised his chin with a defiant look but then her words sunk in. He sighed and went off in the direction that Emma said she went. He had an idea where she would most likely be.
Wendy was backed into a corner of the cave with her arms hugging her knees close to her body. Her body was racked with tremors. Peter found it similar to when he accidentally hit her when she came to Neverland the first time. He frowned, he always seemed to hurt her. Peter walked up to the girl and sat down next to her, he placed his arm on her shoulder and she flinched as if he had burned her. Slowly she looked up her eyes shining with the tears she was so desperately trying to hold back.
"I didn't know, I swear" She says quickly and Peter shushes her gently and he brings her to his chest. She grips his shirt tightly in her tiny fists.
"Are you scared?" He asked and she laughed bitterly.
"Maybe just a bit." She said in a sarcastic tone. He stroked her hair soothingly.
"I'm not, well not anymore. We already have a bunch of kids running wild on the island. What's one more" he says and then laughs at her shocked expression when she stares back up at him.
"You'll be a great mom, Wendy." He says reassuringly and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. Wendy blinks at him still stunned and he leans up and kisses her soft pink lips. Wendy melts into his kiss and gasps when he pulls her to his lap.
"Are you sure you are okay with this, Peter?" Wendy asks softly after she pulls away. Peter's eyes shine a darker green and she recognizes this look of lust. He quickly pins her to the floor and hovers his body over hers.
"If there isn't a baby in there yet, there will be in a few minutes." He says and begins to kiss down her neck. Wendy squealed happily and grabbed her husband's face in her hands. She kissed him with all the love she could muster. Wendy could help the overwhelming joy she felt and fantasized what the child would look like. It would probably have Peter's eyes and skin, maybe her dark hair, and his adorable button nose. These were all fun to think about but all that mattered to her was that the baby would be happy and healthy.
In shallows of the sea a boy with a wicked scar down his face awakes in an underwater cave. He coughs and holds his throat thinking he might drown, but he doesn't. He floats in the salty water as his eyes adjust to the darkness. A golden figure floats in front of him tentacles swirling all around.
"What is it that you wish for child?" A raspy voice asks. It is not muffled by the water and he can hear it plain as day. A wide smile tugs harshly and his lips, he knows exactly what to wish for.
Dun dun dun! So everyone who guessed she would get preggers ding ding ding. You were correct. I always thought it would be interesting to see how Peter and Wendy's kid would turn out and how he would act around it and etc. Please review my lovlies and please feel free to jot down any ideas or suggestions.