Peter Pan: The Next Generation
By: DreamlessMermaid
Chapter 14

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"So. . .where are we going anyway? Besides looking for Trinity, I mean." Wendy asked a couple of minutes later. Peter looked back at her over his shoulder and smirked.

"You'll see," Wendy didn't know if she should be worried about this or happy. Well why would she be worried? 'It's not like he's going to take me somewhere and try and kill me.' Wendy thought. Not even close. Happy? Should she be happy because she's going to be alone with him? If she really hasn't given him the message that she didn't like him like that who knows what could happen. Wendy's concerns were soon depleted as her and Peter came into a clearing.

The grass was cool and soft under Wendy's feet, the circle of dark green trees around them blew with the whispering wind and a well, with solid gray bricks, stood in the middle of the clearing. Peter looked to Wendy and beckoned her closer and together they walked up to the well. Wendy put her hands on the edge of the well and looked into black water.

"Peter, what is this? Where are we?" Wendy asked, mesmerized by the water.

"This is a place the fairies built a long time ago. Tink told me it has been here as long as I have. It's sort of like a hiding place because it's invisible to outsiders, except for the people who already know where it is? Does that make sense?" Peter asked, putting his hands on the edge of the well also. Wendy nodded.

"I think so. Do you come here often?"

"No. This is only my second time to be here. The first time I came Tink showed me the way because I was upset after Wendy left," Peter said. Wendy took her eyes away from the water and gazed at Peter.

"My great grandmother?" Peter nodded.

"This well is a magic well, given to by the fairies after it was built. The one who wants to check up on loved ones in the real world, can look in it, say the name of the ones they wish to see and an image will instantly appear. The first time I've used it was to check up on Wendy, to see how she was. After that I've never been back here since," Peter explained. Things were slowly starting to fall into place in Wendy's mind of why she was lead here.

"So . . .what does this have to do with me?" Wendy asked, glancing at the water.

"I figured you might want to see how your family is. You've never said a word about them since you've arrived here," Peter said timidly. He had his hands behind his back and was looking like a little five-year-old who had done something bad. In this case, to Wendy, he had.

"That's the point. I came here to escape my Mother, escape the real world and all of its stupid responsibilities. I came here to be free and stay young forever and now you want me to see how they're doing?" Wendy asked, disbelief evident in her voice. Peter nodded shortly and Wendy crossed her arms over her chest. "I won't do it. I refuse."

"Please, Wendy? What if. . .what if they were in trouble? What if something was wrong with your Mother?" Wendy scoffed.

"I could care less what happens to my dear old Mother. She's the reason why I'm here," she said darkly. Peter sighed.

"What about your Father? What if there was something wrong with him?" Peter asked quietly. This got Wendy's attention. Sure her Father had never really been there for Wendy all her life, but she loved him dearly and would be devastated if anything happened to him. Plus if she wasn't there in Neverland and something had happened to her Father, she would be left alone with her Mother. And that wouldn't have been fun. Wendy sighed and uncrossed her arms.

"Fine. You've found my weak point," Wendy said and Peter brightened. He smiled and directed Wendy to look back at the water. She placed her hands on the rim of the well again and Peter called out,

"Mr. Darling, Wendy Darling's Father," As soon as the words left his mouth, a fuzzy image appeared and it soon cleared to reveal Mr. Darling. He was sitting on Wendy's bed in the nursery, gazing out the window. The main lights in the room were off but the lamp on her bedside table was lit and cast an eerie glow around Mr. Darling. Wendy watched him stroke a hand over her pillow and bedspread that was, to Wendy's great surprise, still in the form of the day that she left.

Like a camera, the image zoomed closer to Mr. Darling and Wendy saw the love and worry in his eyes. She saw his lips give a small smile and she could tell he was holding back tears. Wendy also felt like crying. She had wanted to see her Father, she had thought she would be happy if she saw him. So why was she feeling so miserable? She saw him sigh and, was that a tear rolling down his cheek? Wendy was about to turn away but Mr. Darling said something that made her turn back.

"Wendy, my little princess, wherever you are I hope you're happy. I love you, angel." He then stood up, turned off the little lamp and the room went black. Wendy sniffed and she felt her cheeks: they were wet. She wiped them away and turned away from the well and stumbled over to the outskirts of the clearing. Peter passed his hand over the surface of the well and the image disappeared and the water replaced it. Peter walked over to Wendy slowly and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Wendy? Are you all right?" Peter asked with concern. He heard her give another sniff.

"He's talking about me like I'm dead," Wendy said her voice trembling. "He thinks I am an angel and that I could hear him." She laughed and a sob escaped her throat. Peter put both hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She did not protest as she let him turn her and stare at her face. She felt his fingers brush away the tear trails on her cheeks.

"Wendy, do you want to go back?" Peter asked seriously. Before answering, Wendy considered it but after a moment she shook her head no. While it was true that she missed her Father, she did not miss her Mother in the slightest and now that she knew her Father was okay, what was there to go back to? "Are you sure?" Peter asked again and Wendy nodded. Peter smiled faintly and pulled her into a hug, which Wendy did not mind one bit.

She ran, her feet pounding on the forest floor, tree branches reaching out and scratching her face, arms, neck and other parts of her uncovered body. Her heart pounding, her blood thumping in her veins, her breaths coming out in short pants, gasping for air. She tripped over a large tree root and she tumbled to the earth, landing on her knees and falling over on to her stomach.

She lay there, bruised and bloodied, trying to catch her breath. She pulled herself up into a sitting position and sat there to stop her head from spinning. The forest around her was quiet, except for the occasional calls of various birds. She was alone, except for a couple of lights shoot by like bullets, fairies flitting from tree to tree. Finally catching up with her normal heartbeat she pulled her knees up to her chest, her jeans tattered and stained brown from the dirt.

'I hope I did the right thing.' She thought to herself and she closed her eyes, remembering, what had seemed hours, what was only minutes before. . .

He led her on to his magnificent ship, the ship that she had only heard stories about. The ship she thought to be long gone. It looked as if it were in perfect condition, like it had never suffered any damage.

A hand on her shoulder, she ignored the hungry stares of the other men as he led her across the deck of the ship and through a door, which he closed behind them. The only light that was provided was the sunlight flooding in from the stained glass window and a couple of lit candles posted throughout the room.

"Please sit, my dear," he said, indicating a chair in front of a dark cherry colored desk. Her eyes never left his form as she sat cautiously in the elegant chair. He also sat, but behind the desk in another elegant chair. He pulled a bottle out from under the desk and he popped the cork. "Rum?"

"No, thank you," she said venomously. He shrugged, took a huge drink himself, put the cork back on and put it back underneath the desk. "Just tell me why I'm here."

"You have something I want, and I have something you want. I want Pan dead and you want Wendy dead. I see no reason why we can't make a deal," he said, leaning back. She lifted her chin defiantly.

"I may hate Wendy but I do not want Peter dead,"

"I thought you might say something like that. You. . .love Pan right?" he asked. She hesistated and she could see a malicious glint in his eye. She nodded. "The only thing standing in the way is Wendy. Like you said, she's running your lives and Pan has fallen for her. Why not let me take care of Wendy for you? That way you can be free to have Pan,"

"But you just said you wanted him dead,"

"Did I? Oh my dear, no! No! I'm getting old, my mind is failing me. Sometimes I talk outloud and say things I don't really mean."

"But you just said-"

"Now look here, girl I'm giving you offer you can't refuse. I will capture Wendy and kill her in exchange for you. I can sense that you are very strong and I'm certain that the boys and I would love to have you join us in piracy. What do you say?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair this time, his face in the candle light, his fingers clasped together waiting patiently.

"But what would I do? I cannot be expected to pillage," she said, cocking her head to one side. He smirked.

"Of course not my dear, of course not. What do you take me for? A pirate?" He asked. She grinned.

"Well. . .I've secretly always wanted to become a pirate," She admitted. He smiled and stood up and came around to her side. She also stood up and he led the two of them out of the cabin.

"You know that in one week's time there will be a special event being held in Neverland, is this correct?" he asked and she nodded. "Well this what we do," he bent down and continued to whisper in her ear so that only she could hear.

"And you swear you won't hurt Peter in the slightest?" she asked after he had finished explaining. He raised his hands like he was being held at gunpoint with a shocked expression.

"I won't touch a hair on his head. I promise," he said and she nodded. He took her over to the edge of this ship. "MR. SMEE! Smee will take you to shore, my dear," he said as Smee came stumbling over to them and began to climb down the rope ladder. He took her hands and eased her down after Smee, lowering her into the boat. "Goodbye. See you in a week." He waved her off and her, Smee and the little boat they were in sailed away, becoming a small dot in the distance. . .

So now here she was, Trinity, sitting alone in the forest, wondering if what she had just agreed to was the best thing, or the worst thing she could have imagined.

AN: Yay! Another successful chapter. What does Hook have up his sleeve? WHAT DID TRINITY DO?! These will be answered in good time. Please be patient. ((bows a la Peter)) Anywho, now on with my PLEASE REVIEW rants. PLEASE REVIEW! LoL

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