Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own him.......
Authors comments: Sorry to leave ya hanging like that folks, but I like to end each chapter with a little cliff hanger. Always leave em wanting more. So here ya go!
Chapter One:
Fallen for an angel
Peter just lay there with his eyes closed. It felt like he had been like this for hours and he couldn't quite remember how he got here. Then it all came flooding back. Hook, the dagger, and the horrible trauma of having the innards of his neck spilled down the front of his chest.
His head hurt horribly, like someone had cut off the blood flow to his brain. He didn't want to move, not only from the pain, but from the devastation as well. He was dead. It's not possible he said to himself. I'm the immortal boy. I can never die... but I have.
He could hear a female voce calling to him. It sounded kind of distant and far of, but he could tell it was getting closer. It' must be an angel, he thought.
Peter opened his eyes; ready to except whatever hand fait had dealt him. He was a bit put of to see that this was not the heaven he had expected. He found himself lying in a ditch, under a tree, next to a brick building. And the owner of the voice..well..She must have been an angel because she was absolutely stunning. She wore jeans and a pink top with no sleeves or straps (he didn't know what it was called) and the ends of her black hair faded into a lilac purple color. She looked so worried climbing down the tree, calling out to him:
"Are you hurt?" she asked, concern etched across her face as she dropped down from the last branch and got on her knees beside him.
"Who are you?" Peter asked lifting his hand to his neck. He now noticed that a small crowed had started gathering.
"I'm Nazomi"(Nu-zoh-me) she said "are you ok?"
"Yeah," replied Peter "what happened?"
"I saw you fall past the window" Nazomi replied, fussing over him, checking his pupils "did you fall off the roof?"
"No" he said, "where am I?"
"Your behind Jacobson Elementary School" she said, now helping him to stand up "You know it's funny, in that outfit you look kinda like Peter Pan"
"I am Peter Pan," he said nonchalantly. Most of the people in the crowd began to laugh. "Hay, I am!" Peter whined in frustration and stomped his foot. He was still a little woozy, and the effort made his knees buckle. Wordlessly, Nazomi slipped her head under his arm to help him walk. Peter noticed that she was a little less than a head shorter than him.
"I believe you," she said low enough that only Peter could hear.
Peter was in awe. He wanted to say something to her, but he seemed to have lost the ability to use his mouth. There were so many things he wanted to tell her and so many more things he wanted to find out about her. She was beautiful, and so kind and caring. She'd climbed down out of a window to help him and make sure he was all right and she'd believed him when that crowd laughed. He chose his words very carefully.
"You're an angel," he said as they heeded towards the entrance to the building.
Nazomi felt herself blushing. "Are you sure you didn't get a concussion, Peter? Because I'm no angel," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was embarrassed.
"No I'm fine" he said "Thank you" and they entered.
"Your welcome," answered Nazomi, not exactly sure what she was being thanked for. "Do you need to go to the nurse?" she continued.
"No I'm fine" Peter replied "don't feel dizzy any more" he said pulling his arm off her shoulder and stepping away from her to show that he could walk under his own power.
"How did you get here?" Nazomi inquired?
"I don't even wana think about it" Peter said. Just the memories of that traumatizing event made him feel all woozy again. He put it out of his mined.
Nazomi, reading the emotions on his face, decided it was best to let the subject drop.
"So what exactly do you do here?" Peter asked, "I mean, you look to old to be in elementary school."
"Oh, I don't go to school here" Nazomi replied "I'm do volunteer work here, taking care of the younger children.." Then a thought occurred to Nazomi "you know" she said, "I bet the children would love to meet you. Would you like to help me take care of them?"
"Oh, sure" Peter said. At that point, he thought he would do just about anything to spend more time with Nazomi.
"Terrific!" Nazomi shouted, and ran towards the stairs that lead to the floor her kids were on. She got about half way up when she realized that she had forgotten to consider Peter. She turned around to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Your still a bit woozy for the stairs, aren't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Peter blushed "err.."
Nazomi didn't need to here the answer. She walked backed down the stairs and grasped Peters hand to help him up the stairs.
Whether Peter knew it or not, he had definitely fallen hard, but not off of the roof as many of the on lookers had figured. No. He had fallen for the angel who called herself Nazomi.
Authors comments: Sorry to leave ya hanging like that folks, but I like to end each chapter with a little cliff hanger. Always leave em wanting more. So here ya go!
Chapter One:
Fallen for an angel
Peter just lay there with his eyes closed. It felt like he had been like this for hours and he couldn't quite remember how he got here. Then it all came flooding back. Hook, the dagger, and the horrible trauma of having the innards of his neck spilled down the front of his chest.
His head hurt horribly, like someone had cut off the blood flow to his brain. He didn't want to move, not only from the pain, but from the devastation as well. He was dead. It's not possible he said to himself. I'm the immortal boy. I can never die... but I have.
He could hear a female voce calling to him. It sounded kind of distant and far of, but he could tell it was getting closer. It' must be an angel, he thought.
Peter opened his eyes; ready to except whatever hand fait had dealt him. He was a bit put of to see that this was not the heaven he had expected. He found himself lying in a ditch, under a tree, next to a brick building. And the owner of the voice..well..She must have been an angel because she was absolutely stunning. She wore jeans and a pink top with no sleeves or straps (he didn't know what it was called) and the ends of her black hair faded into a lilac purple color. She looked so worried climbing down the tree, calling out to him:
"Are you hurt?" she asked, concern etched across her face as she dropped down from the last branch and got on her knees beside him.
"Who are you?" Peter asked lifting his hand to his neck. He now noticed that a small crowed had started gathering.
"I'm Nazomi"(Nu-zoh-me) she said "are you ok?"
"Yeah," replied Peter "what happened?"
"I saw you fall past the window" Nazomi replied, fussing over him, checking his pupils "did you fall off the roof?"
"No" he said, "where am I?"
"Your behind Jacobson Elementary School" she said, now helping him to stand up "You know it's funny, in that outfit you look kinda like Peter Pan"
"I am Peter Pan," he said nonchalantly. Most of the people in the crowd began to laugh. "Hay, I am!" Peter whined in frustration and stomped his foot. He was still a little woozy, and the effort made his knees buckle. Wordlessly, Nazomi slipped her head under his arm to help him walk. Peter noticed that she was a little less than a head shorter than him.
"I believe you," she said low enough that only Peter could hear.
Peter was in awe. He wanted to say something to her, but he seemed to have lost the ability to use his mouth. There were so many things he wanted to tell her and so many more things he wanted to find out about her. She was beautiful, and so kind and caring. She'd climbed down out of a window to help him and make sure he was all right and she'd believed him when that crowd laughed. He chose his words very carefully.
"You're an angel," he said as they heeded towards the entrance to the building.
Nazomi felt herself blushing. "Are you sure you didn't get a concussion, Peter? Because I'm no angel," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was embarrassed.
"No I'm fine" he said "Thank you" and they entered.
"Your welcome," answered Nazomi, not exactly sure what she was being thanked for. "Do you need to go to the nurse?" she continued.
"No I'm fine" Peter replied "don't feel dizzy any more" he said pulling his arm off her shoulder and stepping away from her to show that he could walk under his own power.
"How did you get here?" Nazomi inquired?
"I don't even wana think about it" Peter said. Just the memories of that traumatizing event made him feel all woozy again. He put it out of his mined.
Nazomi, reading the emotions on his face, decided it was best to let the subject drop.
"So what exactly do you do here?" Peter asked, "I mean, you look to old to be in elementary school."
"Oh, I don't go to school here" Nazomi replied "I'm do volunteer work here, taking care of the younger children.." Then a thought occurred to Nazomi "you know" she said, "I bet the children would love to meet you. Would you like to help me take care of them?"
"Oh, sure" Peter said. At that point, he thought he would do just about anything to spend more time with Nazomi.
"Terrific!" Nazomi shouted, and ran towards the stairs that lead to the floor her kids were on. She got about half way up when she realized that she had forgotten to consider Peter. She turned around to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Your still a bit woozy for the stairs, aren't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Peter blushed "err.."
Nazomi didn't need to here the answer. She walked backed down the stairs and grasped Peters hand to help him up the stairs.
Whether Peter knew it or not, he had definitely fallen hard, but not off of the roof as many of the on lookers had figured. No. He had fallen for the angel who called herself Nazomi.