"I love you Peter Pan." She said softly. His heart jumped and his lips
curved into a smile of pure joy. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
They were the most beautiful green he'd ever seen. He loved how they
changed colors with her mood. It was the mermaid in her shining through. "I
always have. Since my father told me stories of 'the insolent youth' and
'the wondrous boy of Neverland' I've been intrigued with you." She said.
His ego was ballooning with every word she spoke. "I wished every night to
see you in my dreams. I wished every day that I'd see you flying over head
on the way back from one of your trips to see Wendy." She said. He winced
in pain at her name. Hook had brought back horrific memories. The pain he'd
long tried to suppress was surfacing. "So..." he snapped back. "I do love you
Peter." She said. He smiled. "Now you know all my secrets. I've nothing
left but what you see." She said. His heart sank. Secrets. He swallowed
hard. "I've secrets of... of my own." He said. She looked at him with
confusion. Peter took a deep breath. "I... I fear that... that I'm not a boy
anymore." He said. She cocked her head in confusion. "You see... Neverland's
time is... is governed on your thoughts... your... your dreams and..." he said.
"And my dreams... my dreams aren't dreams a little boy would be having." He
said. "I'm confused." She said. Peter had hoped he wouldn't have to explain
it. But he feared he would. He looked down at his hands. Then back up at
Christine. She had a huge smile plastered on her face. He looked confused.
She leaned close and kissed him. "I'm not naive Peter." She said. "I know
how Neverland works... I know how you feel." She said. He smiled and laughed
a little under his breath. "Thank you for saving me from Hook." She said.
He nodded. "All children don't... don't hate their fathers right?" he asked.
She smiled. "No... not all children hate their fathers." She said. "Good..." he
said. She smiled. "So... Pan... what do you want to do? You've defeated your
enemy for the second time and you've saved the damsel in distress." She
said. He smiled. "I'd like to start my happily ever after." He said. She
smiled. "I'm not very good with 'happily ever after's." She said. "You'll
have to tell me how they work." She said. "Well..." he said standing up from
his chair. "The hero... me... scoops his princess... that's you... into his arms."
He picked her up. "And whisks her away to his castle." He said. He carried
her over to the bed and hit his head on a root. "Ouch!" he said through his
teeth. He set her down and rubbed his head. She laughed and kissed it.
"We'll get that fixed." She said. He smirked. "What happens after he whisks
her away?" she asked smiling. "Then he gets his kiss." He said. "Oh he
does." She said. He nodded. Smiling she leaned in close and kissed him
softly. He smiled and looked down at his hands. "You... you'd never leave me...
would you?" he asked. She looked at him with concern. "Not for the world."
She said. He smirked weakly. "What kind of happily ever after would we
have... if we weren't together?" she asked. He smiled and kissed her cheek.
"We need to get some sleep. Tomorrow we're fixing the ceiling." He said.
She smiled and nodded. He laid down and she rested her head on his chest.
Closing her eyes she was soon asleep. But for Peter sleep would not come.
He wished he knew what Hook meant by "how she needed to be loved". Those words rang in his ears more than any other. What did he not give Wendy that made her leave? He had to find out. He had to give that to Christine so that she'd never leave. He hated admitting that Hook was right but all he'd said was true. He'd gone back to Wendy only to be locked out and replaced. He shook off the painful memories and looked down at Christine. She rested peacefully on his chest. Her breath steady and calm. He smiled. He didn't need Wendy. If she could replace him, he could replace her. Allowing Christine's steady breath to lull him to sleep he drifted off into a peaceful dream of love.
He wished he knew what Hook meant by "how she needed to be loved". Those words rang in his ears more than any other. What did he not give Wendy that made her leave? He had to find out. He had to give that to Christine so that she'd never leave. He hated admitting that Hook was right but all he'd said was true. He'd gone back to Wendy only to be locked out and replaced. He shook off the painful memories and looked down at Christine. She rested peacefully on his chest. Her breath steady and calm. He smiled. He didn't need Wendy. If she could replace him, he could replace her. Allowing Christine's steady breath to lull him to sleep he drifted off into a peaceful dream of love.
