Forevermore
by: Serena-chan
A/N: I just want to say thanks for everyone who bothered to stick with this story. It has been a long time since I updated this, due to several personal problems that I will not go into at the moment. But here it is, the final chapter in my story, and I hope you all like it. _______________________________________________
Peter, the lost boys, Tiger Lily, and her Indians sat clustered together in the hideout, working out the last details of their attack plan when Nibs burst in.
"Peter," he cried, "I have a message for you, from the mermaids. They think they've discovered Hook's plan."
Peter beckoned Nibs to sit next to him. He told Peter everything the mermaid had heard.
"So," Peter said angrily, "Hook's planning to use Wendy as bait, is he? Well, this changes everything." He thought for a moment before announcing, "Everyone! New plan. You all attack with everything you've got. Cause a big distraction, and keep all the men busy. I'll look for Hook. Be careful, though, Hook's got a plan cooked up so be ready for anything!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Wendy sat in her little room, miserably trying to think of a plan for escape. Suddenly, she heard a key turning in the lock. Hook entered the room followed by two of his strongest men.
"It's almost sunset, Miss Wendy." Hook said, grinning. "Let's place you in a much more...secluded location."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter flew alone through the night air. He landed on a rock near where Hooks ship was anchored. He crouched low, so as not to be seen.
Any minute now, the boys and the Indians would lead the attack, leaving Peter free to find Wendy. He just hoped Hook had not hurt her. Those strange, new feelings Peter had obtained that night in the nursery began to churn within his chest. He felt tears begin to burn his eyes at the thought of loosing her. He quickly shook the tears away angrily. Peter Pan did not cry!
His muscles were beginning to cramp, and he shifted himself slowly, trying to ease the pain. He had to be prepared. This battle was going to be different than any of the ones he had fought in his entire life. Before, when he fought Hook, it had been playful, for fun. Now, Wendy's life was at stake. There must be no mistakes.
Suddenly, a shout rang through the air so loud it made Peter jump. It was followed by more shouting, gunfire, and the clash of swords. Peter lept from his hiding place and swooped through the blackness toward the ship. He flew low, near the water. He could not risk being seen.
When he was directly below Hooks cabin, he darted up and landed on the deck. He dodged into the cabin. A quick look around told him that no one was there. As he was turning to leave, Peter saw a note on Hook's desk.
Peter, Take the main steps to the lower deck. Come alone. I will be waiting for you.
-J. Hook
Just as he finished reading the letter, Tinkerbell flew in the room. Peter showed her the letter.
"This sounds like a trap," Peter said, "but if I don't do as he says, he might hurt Wendy." He thought for a moment before his mind was made up. "Tink, I'm going down there. Don't follow me."
"Peter, you can't!" Tink cried in dismay, "That's just what he wants you to do."
"I know," Peter said softly, "but I don't have any other choice."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The lower deck was dark and quiet. Hardley any light shown through the cracks in the boards. He could see a light from a candle shining down a narrow hall.
He cautiously made his way down it, jumping at every little sound. The hall turned sharply to the right, and Peter found himself facing a room. The door was open, and it apeared empty except for a small table with a single lit candle upon it.
Peter drew his sword, and took a hesitant step forward. He was walking into Hook's trap, he just knew it!
He had taken no more than five small steps into the room when the door slammed violently behind him. Peter whirled around to find himself face-to- face with Hook, who was holding an unconsious Wendy in one hand and a sword in the other.
"Well, well, well," he snarled evily, "what have we here? It would seem that our brave hero has fallen right into my trap."
"Let her go, you codfish," Peter said, rage racing through his veins. "Your battle is with me."
"Exactly," Hook said grinning. "No matter how I tried to trick you, you always found a way beat me. You always knew exactly how to fight me to make me lose. Well, now it's your turn, Pan. I've finally found the one weapon to use against you. The one weapon that will make you obey my every command."
Peter snarled angrily and hurled himself at Hook. The captain calmly brought the edge of his blade up and gently pressed it against Wendy's neck, causing Peter to stop dead in his tracks.
"One more false move like that, Pan, and I'll slit your little girlfriend's neck."
Fear seemed to overtake Peter. Fear of losing Wendy. "You wouldn't dare," he whispered softly.
"Wouldn't I?" Hook said, madness seeping into his eyes, "Let's play a game, Peter. Every second that you hang onto your weapon, I'll dig my sword a little deeper into Miss Wendy's flesh."
Peter's mind seemed to freeze with fear. This had never happened to him before. He'd always known what to do. This was all just supposed to be a game! He felt paralized, unable to move as he watched Hook press the tip of his sword into Wendy's neck just hard enough for a little trickle of blood to run down onto her nightdress.
Peter stopped breathing. Everything seemed to go limp. He watched, as if in slow motion, the sword he had been clutching just a moment ago,fall from his loose fingers. It clattered onto the floor with an echo that seemed to shake the whole room.
Quick as a flash, Hook hurled Wendy to the ground and grabbed Peter. Taking advantage of his paralized state, he bound him tightly from head to foot.
Hook raised his sword and pointed it at Peter's chest. "This shall be your end, Pan!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The first thing Wendy felt was a sharp pain in her neck. Then, she heard shouting and was aware that she was laying on something very cold and hard. Opening her eyes, she saw Peter tied tightly and Hook with a sword at his chest. He seemed to be in a trance, not caring that he was inches away from death.
"Peter!" Wendy screamed.
At the sound of her voice, Peter seemed to snap back into the real world. "Wendy!" Peter cried. He tried to leap towards her, but Hook held him tightly back.
"Isn't this touching?" Hook said sarcasticly, "Together for the last time."
Suddenly, the door burst open and a blurred flash of light sailed through the room, knocking Hook's sword out of his hands. Wendy lunged foreward to untie Peter, while Tinkerbelle zoomed wildly around Hook. She eventually darted strait at his stomache, knocking the wind out of him. He fell backward, knocking the candle off the table and onto the floor. The fire spilt out engulfing the room.
Grabbing Wendy by the hand, Peter pulled her from the room, leaving Hook unconcious on the floor. They raced through the passages, Tink close behind them.
Above on deck, the boys and the Indians were flying off to land. Pirates boarded the life boats quickly as the fire spread through the ship.
Peter took Wendy's hand in his, and the other arm he wrapped tightly around her waist. Together, they rose into the air and fled the burning ship.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
They landed in a clump of trees, and Tink spead off the find the others. Wendy turned to face him, and they stared at each other for a long time, not saying anything.
Her eyes filled with tears, as she suddenly flung her arms around him, pulling him close. "Oh, Peter!" she sobbed, "I thought I was going to loose you! I love you so much!"
At these words, Peter felt his heart swell to the point that he thought it was going to burst. He had never been so happy before in his entire life.
But the part of him that was still the carefree little boy suddenly surfaced. Conflicting emotions fought a huge battle within him. "Wendy," he whispered softly, "I don't know if I can do this. I don't think I can grow up."
Wendy pulled back, a pained look in her eyes. She was about to say something, but she was interupted by a loud cry from behind her. Michael, John, and all the other lost boys surrounded her, all speaking and shouting at once.
Michael threw himself into her arms sobbing hystericly, "Oh, Wendy! I thought we were all gonna die! I want to go home! I miss my teddy!"
"Yes," Peter heard Wendy answer softly, "we need to go home."
Peter felt tears burn his eyes at the thought of loosing her again. He shot up into the night sky, and flew blindly for what seemed like hours, not really caring where he went.
At last he landed on a rock near the mermaid's glen and sobbed. He'd always sworn he'd never grow up. He'd promised to always stay a little boy, and to have fun, but something had changed in him that night in the nursery. Something that he knew he could never get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
True, he could stay here and live forever, never having to worry about death, but what was the point of forever if Wendy was not there to share it with him. He loved her, and he knew that if he did not go after her soon, he'd regret it always, no matter how long he lived.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was nearly morning when Slightly found him. He was sitting on a rock near shore, staring out at sea with the most peaceful look on his face.
Slightly landed next to him and sat down. Peter didn't turn to face him, but he knew Slightly was there.
"She left," Slightly told Peter.
"I know, " he whispered back.
"She tucked us all into bed, told us a story, and left. She took John and Michael with her."
Peter sighed, he took his sword in his hands and turned it over slowly, as though trying to memorize every detail. At last, he grabbed Slightly's hand and pressed the sword into it.
"Peter, what-"
"I will not need it where I'm going." Peter stood and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of the air. "Take good care of them for me. Especially Tink, she will not understand."
Slightly stared at him a moment before standing also. Carefully, he extended his hand, and Peter took it. They shook hands for the very last time.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter landed softly in the Darling's nursery. He approached Wendy's bed and watched her as she lay there sleeping. She was so beautiful.
Peter remembered one summer's night the year before. Wendy had been telling Peter about a princess who had fallen under a witch's spell. In the story, the prince had kissed the princess to awaken her. At the time, Peter had thought that was disgusting, but now, the idea seemed to apeal to him.
He knelt besider her bed, and leaned foreward slowly. He pressed his lips gently to hers. He lost himself completely at that point, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion he was feeling.
When he drew back, Wendy's eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at him in disbelief. "Peter?"
"Wendy," Peter whispered softly, taking her hand, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
She sat up slowly, and cupped his cheek in her hand. "But, Peter, what about Neverland? Can you really give up all your adventures?"
"I won't be giving them up," Peter laughed softly. "I think that growing up will be my next, greatest adventure."
~THE END~
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A/N: Wow, I think I'm going to cry. Half out of relief and half out of the fact that I always get overly emotional when I finish a story.
I've gotten a few people who have emailed me and told me that the idea of Peter and Wendy ending up together is wrong. I know it is. I'm a big fan of the real story. This is just a sort of "what if?" scenario, where I speculate about what would happen if Wendy's affection for Peter had been returned. This is in no way a blow to the original story.
Anyway, thanks to those of you who stuck with me this far! Love ya all! ~Serena-chan~
A/N: I just want to say thanks for everyone who bothered to stick with this story. It has been a long time since I updated this, due to several personal problems that I will not go into at the moment. But here it is, the final chapter in my story, and I hope you all like it. _______________________________________________
Peter, the lost boys, Tiger Lily, and her Indians sat clustered together in the hideout, working out the last details of their attack plan when Nibs burst in.
"Peter," he cried, "I have a message for you, from the mermaids. They think they've discovered Hook's plan."
Peter beckoned Nibs to sit next to him. He told Peter everything the mermaid had heard.
"So," Peter said angrily, "Hook's planning to use Wendy as bait, is he? Well, this changes everything." He thought for a moment before announcing, "Everyone! New plan. You all attack with everything you've got. Cause a big distraction, and keep all the men busy. I'll look for Hook. Be careful, though, Hook's got a plan cooked up so be ready for anything!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Wendy sat in her little room, miserably trying to think of a plan for escape. Suddenly, she heard a key turning in the lock. Hook entered the room followed by two of his strongest men.
"It's almost sunset, Miss Wendy." Hook said, grinning. "Let's place you in a much more...secluded location."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter flew alone through the night air. He landed on a rock near where Hooks ship was anchored. He crouched low, so as not to be seen.
Any minute now, the boys and the Indians would lead the attack, leaving Peter free to find Wendy. He just hoped Hook had not hurt her. Those strange, new feelings Peter had obtained that night in the nursery began to churn within his chest. He felt tears begin to burn his eyes at the thought of loosing her. He quickly shook the tears away angrily. Peter Pan did not cry!
His muscles were beginning to cramp, and he shifted himself slowly, trying to ease the pain. He had to be prepared. This battle was going to be different than any of the ones he had fought in his entire life. Before, when he fought Hook, it had been playful, for fun. Now, Wendy's life was at stake. There must be no mistakes.
Suddenly, a shout rang through the air so loud it made Peter jump. It was followed by more shouting, gunfire, and the clash of swords. Peter lept from his hiding place and swooped through the blackness toward the ship. He flew low, near the water. He could not risk being seen.
When he was directly below Hooks cabin, he darted up and landed on the deck. He dodged into the cabin. A quick look around told him that no one was there. As he was turning to leave, Peter saw a note on Hook's desk.
Peter, Take the main steps to the lower deck. Come alone. I will be waiting for you.
-J. Hook
Just as he finished reading the letter, Tinkerbell flew in the room. Peter showed her the letter.
"This sounds like a trap," Peter said, "but if I don't do as he says, he might hurt Wendy." He thought for a moment before his mind was made up. "Tink, I'm going down there. Don't follow me."
"Peter, you can't!" Tink cried in dismay, "That's just what he wants you to do."
"I know," Peter said softly, "but I don't have any other choice."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The lower deck was dark and quiet. Hardley any light shown through the cracks in the boards. He could see a light from a candle shining down a narrow hall.
He cautiously made his way down it, jumping at every little sound. The hall turned sharply to the right, and Peter found himself facing a room. The door was open, and it apeared empty except for a small table with a single lit candle upon it.
Peter drew his sword, and took a hesitant step forward. He was walking into Hook's trap, he just knew it!
He had taken no more than five small steps into the room when the door slammed violently behind him. Peter whirled around to find himself face-to- face with Hook, who was holding an unconsious Wendy in one hand and a sword in the other.
"Well, well, well," he snarled evily, "what have we here? It would seem that our brave hero has fallen right into my trap."
"Let her go, you codfish," Peter said, rage racing through his veins. "Your battle is with me."
"Exactly," Hook said grinning. "No matter how I tried to trick you, you always found a way beat me. You always knew exactly how to fight me to make me lose. Well, now it's your turn, Pan. I've finally found the one weapon to use against you. The one weapon that will make you obey my every command."
Peter snarled angrily and hurled himself at Hook. The captain calmly brought the edge of his blade up and gently pressed it against Wendy's neck, causing Peter to stop dead in his tracks.
"One more false move like that, Pan, and I'll slit your little girlfriend's neck."
Fear seemed to overtake Peter. Fear of losing Wendy. "You wouldn't dare," he whispered softly.
"Wouldn't I?" Hook said, madness seeping into his eyes, "Let's play a game, Peter. Every second that you hang onto your weapon, I'll dig my sword a little deeper into Miss Wendy's flesh."
Peter's mind seemed to freeze with fear. This had never happened to him before. He'd always known what to do. This was all just supposed to be a game! He felt paralized, unable to move as he watched Hook press the tip of his sword into Wendy's neck just hard enough for a little trickle of blood to run down onto her nightdress.
Peter stopped breathing. Everything seemed to go limp. He watched, as if in slow motion, the sword he had been clutching just a moment ago,fall from his loose fingers. It clattered onto the floor with an echo that seemed to shake the whole room.
Quick as a flash, Hook hurled Wendy to the ground and grabbed Peter. Taking advantage of his paralized state, he bound him tightly from head to foot.
Hook raised his sword and pointed it at Peter's chest. "This shall be your end, Pan!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The first thing Wendy felt was a sharp pain in her neck. Then, she heard shouting and was aware that she was laying on something very cold and hard. Opening her eyes, she saw Peter tied tightly and Hook with a sword at his chest. He seemed to be in a trance, not caring that he was inches away from death.
"Peter!" Wendy screamed.
At the sound of her voice, Peter seemed to snap back into the real world. "Wendy!" Peter cried. He tried to leap towards her, but Hook held him tightly back.
"Isn't this touching?" Hook said sarcasticly, "Together for the last time."
Suddenly, the door burst open and a blurred flash of light sailed through the room, knocking Hook's sword out of his hands. Wendy lunged foreward to untie Peter, while Tinkerbelle zoomed wildly around Hook. She eventually darted strait at his stomache, knocking the wind out of him. He fell backward, knocking the candle off the table and onto the floor. The fire spilt out engulfing the room.
Grabbing Wendy by the hand, Peter pulled her from the room, leaving Hook unconcious on the floor. They raced through the passages, Tink close behind them.
Above on deck, the boys and the Indians were flying off to land. Pirates boarded the life boats quickly as the fire spread through the ship.
Peter took Wendy's hand in his, and the other arm he wrapped tightly around her waist. Together, they rose into the air and fled the burning ship.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
They landed in a clump of trees, and Tink spead off the find the others. Wendy turned to face him, and they stared at each other for a long time, not saying anything.
Her eyes filled with tears, as she suddenly flung her arms around him, pulling him close. "Oh, Peter!" she sobbed, "I thought I was going to loose you! I love you so much!"
At these words, Peter felt his heart swell to the point that he thought it was going to burst. He had never been so happy before in his entire life.
But the part of him that was still the carefree little boy suddenly surfaced. Conflicting emotions fought a huge battle within him. "Wendy," he whispered softly, "I don't know if I can do this. I don't think I can grow up."
Wendy pulled back, a pained look in her eyes. She was about to say something, but she was interupted by a loud cry from behind her. Michael, John, and all the other lost boys surrounded her, all speaking and shouting at once.
Michael threw himself into her arms sobbing hystericly, "Oh, Wendy! I thought we were all gonna die! I want to go home! I miss my teddy!"
"Yes," Peter heard Wendy answer softly, "we need to go home."
Peter felt tears burn his eyes at the thought of loosing her again. He shot up into the night sky, and flew blindly for what seemed like hours, not really caring where he went.
At last he landed on a rock near the mermaid's glen and sobbed. He'd always sworn he'd never grow up. He'd promised to always stay a little boy, and to have fun, but something had changed in him that night in the nursery. Something that he knew he could never get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
True, he could stay here and live forever, never having to worry about death, but what was the point of forever if Wendy was not there to share it with him. He loved her, and he knew that if he did not go after her soon, he'd regret it always, no matter how long he lived.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was nearly morning when Slightly found him. He was sitting on a rock near shore, staring out at sea with the most peaceful look on his face.
Slightly landed next to him and sat down. Peter didn't turn to face him, but he knew Slightly was there.
"She left," Slightly told Peter.
"I know, " he whispered back.
"She tucked us all into bed, told us a story, and left. She took John and Michael with her."
Peter sighed, he took his sword in his hands and turned it over slowly, as though trying to memorize every detail. At last, he grabbed Slightly's hand and pressed the sword into it.
"Peter, what-"
"I will not need it where I'm going." Peter stood and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of the air. "Take good care of them for me. Especially Tink, she will not understand."
Slightly stared at him a moment before standing also. Carefully, he extended his hand, and Peter took it. They shook hands for the very last time.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter landed softly in the Darling's nursery. He approached Wendy's bed and watched her as she lay there sleeping. She was so beautiful.
Peter remembered one summer's night the year before. Wendy had been telling Peter about a princess who had fallen under a witch's spell. In the story, the prince had kissed the princess to awaken her. At the time, Peter had thought that was disgusting, but now, the idea seemed to apeal to him.
He knelt besider her bed, and leaned foreward slowly. He pressed his lips gently to hers. He lost himself completely at that point, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion he was feeling.
When he drew back, Wendy's eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at him in disbelief. "Peter?"
"Wendy," Peter whispered softly, taking her hand, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
She sat up slowly, and cupped his cheek in her hand. "But, Peter, what about Neverland? Can you really give up all your adventures?"
"I won't be giving them up," Peter laughed softly. "I think that growing up will be my next, greatest adventure."
~THE END~
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A/N: Wow, I think I'm going to cry. Half out of relief and half out of the fact that I always get overly emotional when I finish a story.
I've gotten a few people who have emailed me and told me that the idea of Peter and Wendy ending up together is wrong. I know it is. I'm a big fan of the real story. This is just a sort of "what if?" scenario, where I speculate about what would happen if Wendy's affection for Peter had been returned. This is in no way a blow to the original story.
Anyway, thanks to those of you who stuck with me this far! Love ya all! ~Serena-chan~