Title: Island
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan. I do not own Hook.
Notes: Er. There are none? On with Chapter five, I say! It's rather short. Don't lynch me.
Chapter Five: The Locket
Wendy had come back, and for a time Peter Pan would be without nightmares. Neverland breathed a sigh of warm relief, and the snow melted.
The two descended, settling in a large cloud that overlooked the harbor. Wendy peered down at this new development with a new look, something between wonder and calculation. There seemed to be more pirates, she noticed, and her stomach gave an odd, excited little turn.
With Bill Jukes and Hook gone, her stories were sadly barren, so barren that she rarely told them. Or perhaps that was growing up. Wendy settled back on the cloud. She might have frowned, had she not realized how terribly tired she was. She hid a rather great yawn with her hand, laying her cheek against a rise of cloud. It smelled distinctly sweet, and she thought drowsily that she might be able to eat it, like spun sugar.
Peter landed beside her, crawling to the edge of the cloud and taking out the spyglass. He held it to his eye, and did not notice when Wendy crept back to the center of the cloud. The wharf was crawling with scalawags, but the Jolly Roger was almost deserted. Peter frowned, looking from rigging to deck.
'A-ha! Hook!'
Hook? Silly boy, had he forgotten such a great victory? It wasn't entirely impossible. Wendy smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep came without the hue of dreams, for in Neverland they were nonexistent, the island being the greatest dream of all.
'Wendy, you must come and see!' Peter called, glancing over his shoulder. The last word came softly. Asleep? Peter crept up to her on all fours. She was still very strange. He looked from sleeping eyes to sleeping lips. Perhaps he gazed at sleeping lips overlong, but he did not notice his error, his eyes already running further down.
There was a glimmer of something next to his kiss. He knit his brows, reaching out with a finger and knocking the acorn gingerly aside. She wore something else on the chain, a small, egg-shaped silver locket.
Peter was not afraid of waking her, for he possessed the slyest fingers. With no attempts made to resist his curiosity, the boy took the thing and opened it. His eyes darkened, and he quickly shut the trinket.
He thought for a moment that he might tug it off and let it fall into the ocean. But Wendy would notice its absence, and perhaps be angry with him. It seemed wrong, especially when the girl slept so peacefully. Peter sat back, arms around his knees, and watched her for a time.
A ruckus had begun on the ship, for Peter Pan had returned and the pirates were preparing. When the noises reached him, Peter crawled to the cloud's edge, grinning. The air was ripe for battle, and there were pirate plans to be foiled. Peter leapt into the air, but was held back by the distinct sensation that he was forgetting something. Rather than ignore it, he turned, and his eyes fell. Oh.
It would not do to leave her on the cloud. Peter flew back down and scooped her into his arms. She murmured, and Peter stilled. Waking her would mean explaining things to her, and explaining things to her was a tedious matter to Peter. When he was quite sure she would not rise, he flew down to the shore a safe distance from the pirate wharf.
Peter set her in the drying sand. Once he was satisfied that she was safe, he turned from her and did forget, flying to the harbor to begin the game of spying. Wendy slept on, a very white mark in the stretch of sand, her head pillowed on her arms.
It was in such a state that Rufio found her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan. I do not own Hook.
Notes: Er. There are none? On with Chapter five, I say! It's rather short. Don't lynch me.
Chapter Five: The Locket
Wendy had come back, and for a time Peter Pan would be without nightmares. Neverland breathed a sigh of warm relief, and the snow melted.
The two descended, settling in a large cloud that overlooked the harbor. Wendy peered down at this new development with a new look, something between wonder and calculation. There seemed to be more pirates, she noticed, and her stomach gave an odd, excited little turn.
With Bill Jukes and Hook gone, her stories were sadly barren, so barren that she rarely told them. Or perhaps that was growing up. Wendy settled back on the cloud. She might have frowned, had she not realized how terribly tired she was. She hid a rather great yawn with her hand, laying her cheek against a rise of cloud. It smelled distinctly sweet, and she thought drowsily that she might be able to eat it, like spun sugar.
Peter landed beside her, crawling to the edge of the cloud and taking out the spyglass. He held it to his eye, and did not notice when Wendy crept back to the center of the cloud. The wharf was crawling with scalawags, but the Jolly Roger was almost deserted. Peter frowned, looking from rigging to deck.
'A-ha! Hook!'
Hook? Silly boy, had he forgotten such a great victory? It wasn't entirely impossible. Wendy smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep came without the hue of dreams, for in Neverland they were nonexistent, the island being the greatest dream of all.
'Wendy, you must come and see!' Peter called, glancing over his shoulder. The last word came softly. Asleep? Peter crept up to her on all fours. She was still very strange. He looked from sleeping eyes to sleeping lips. Perhaps he gazed at sleeping lips overlong, but he did not notice his error, his eyes already running further down.
There was a glimmer of something next to his kiss. He knit his brows, reaching out with a finger and knocking the acorn gingerly aside. She wore something else on the chain, a small, egg-shaped silver locket.
Peter was not afraid of waking her, for he possessed the slyest fingers. With no attempts made to resist his curiosity, the boy took the thing and opened it. His eyes darkened, and he quickly shut the trinket.
He thought for a moment that he might tug it off and let it fall into the ocean. But Wendy would notice its absence, and perhaps be angry with him. It seemed wrong, especially when the girl slept so peacefully. Peter sat back, arms around his knees, and watched her for a time.
A ruckus had begun on the ship, for Peter Pan had returned and the pirates were preparing. When the noises reached him, Peter crawled to the cloud's edge, grinning. The air was ripe for battle, and there were pirate plans to be foiled. Peter leapt into the air, but was held back by the distinct sensation that he was forgetting something. Rather than ignore it, he turned, and his eyes fell. Oh.
It would not do to leave her on the cloud. Peter flew back down and scooped her into his arms. She murmured, and Peter stilled. Waking her would mean explaining things to her, and explaining things to her was a tedious matter to Peter. When he was quite sure she would not rise, he flew down to the shore a safe distance from the pirate wharf.
Peter set her in the drying sand. Once he was satisfied that she was safe, he turned from her and did forget, flying to the harbor to begin the game of spying. Wendy slept on, a very white mark in the stretch of sand, her head pillowed on her arms.
It was in such a state that Rufio found her.
