Authors Note: Phew, these past two chapters have been the hardest ever. I couldn't have done it without my new buddy Morgan ::waves:: Hello dear ^_^. Anywho, I really hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters. I've totally changed my plot around and I have to work on my chapters to suit the plot right, so work me otay ^_~ Thanx for reading :)
Chapter SixHook is calling for me. "Peter Pan, " he sternly says and yanks me off the ground by my ruffed hair. "I almost half excepted you dead!" he throws me back down, and I cry out in pain.
"You don't scare me, Hook!" I say as toughly as I can, but in return I get an evil laugh from my enemy. I am loosing the battle, and he knows this.
"On the contrary Pan," Hook leans close to my face, tracing his hook along side my cheek, "You are, very, very, terrified," he cuts deeply and I squint my eyes shut tight, trying to hold back tears. "Give it up Pan, I have won and there is nothing you can do about it!"
"Never!" I scream and kick him in the, lower region. Hook falls on his knees and I take this opportunity to quickly grab my sword that had fallen earlier. I grin and hold the sword underneath of Hook's chin lifting it slightly up.
"Me? Terrified of a codfish like you?" I laugh. I throw my head back and crow loudly.
"You love her, Peter Pan," he then says coldly. I look at him and press my sword closer against his neck, glaring at him evilly.
"I love no one," I grind between my teeth. Hook laughs at this, and I am somewhat confused.
"Quit lying to yourself boy. You and I both know the truth." He says and slowly rises to his feet, but I keep my sword at his throat. "Your Wendy has moved on, without you. What are you going to do now?"
I scream wildly and raise my sword up, then bringing it down on Hook. But he predicts my movement and catches my sword with his hook. "Wendy will never forget me," I growl.
"She already has, Pan. But soon she will die and then you will never see your precious Wendy again!" he lunges me backwards and I fall hard to the ground. "How about I make your life easier and finish it now. Peter Pan, call me the victor and it'll all be over!"
I look away from Hook and into the night sky, pain returning to my heart. I close my eyes and imagine Wendy, tending to my wounds, and cooking me dinner in our tree house. She is wearing a light blue dress and smiles at me constantly. The Lost Boys love her and beg her to tell them stories…
"Say goodbye, once and for all, Peter Pan!" Hook yells as I finally open my eyes, the beautiful image gone. Hook rushes to me, his hook raised high in the air. All at once, the sharp, metal blade comes crashing down on me……
"No!" I screamed and snapped my eyes open, sitting up violently. My breathing was hard and my lungs beat against my chest.
"Shhh, it's ok Peter," I heard a soothing voice say. "You had a really bad dream, that's all,"
"Wendy?" I asked in shock. Sure enough, to my right sat Wendy Darling, looking at me like a mother would to her sick child. Wendy smiled weakly and placed her hand on mine, but I snatched it away. "Why am I here?" I asked rudely. I was in her bed with two warm blankets carefully wrapped around me.
"I followed you last night after you left," she answered calmly.
"Well how did you know that I wasn't going back to Neverland?" I challenged.
"You didn't fly up," she smartly answered back. I thought for a minute.
"Oh yeah," I blushed.
"How are you feeling?" she asked with concern.
"Like the best in the world, as usual," I said, over exaggerating my cockiness. I gently threw my legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand. I felt a sharp pain in my ribs and I groaned.
"Best in the world is right, considering you got your ass kicked by five drunk guys," I heard a guy voice say. A boy was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, and when he spoke he walked over to stand with us. I recognized him as the boy that Wendy gave a thimble to.
"Jonathan, be nice for a change, please?" Wendy glanced at him quickly, but then focused her gaze on my bruised side. The kid known as Jonathan rolled his eyes and stood with his arms crossed as he watched Wendy tend to my wound.
"I should get going," I said and walked to the window, holding my side.
"Peter," Wendy said innocently. I turned. "Please don't go right now,"
"I don't have any reason to stay," I stated bluntly, avoiding eye contact with her.
"But you're wound, I have to take care of it," she said. "Besides, I know I'll never see you again and…"
I looked at Wendy Darling, and for the first time since that long night ago, I smiled at her. Wendy smiled back and ran to give me a hug. I embraced her without hesitation and closed my eyes, knowing that this holiday was going to be somewhat fun.
When Wendy and I finally parted, Jonathan was still standing in the same spot, his arms still crossed. "Are you done yet?"
"Yes, your highness," Wendy said sarcastically. I smiled to myself, but then thought out loud,
"Where am I going to stay?"
"Oh," Wendy said, and looked around thoughtfully. "Um, you can have my bed. I'll sleep in the other room with the boys."
"What about your parents?"
"Well, why don't you sleep in the boys room then," she suggested. I nodded in return.
"Wendy, I must be going," Jonathan said, somewhat mocking me. "No need to thank me for rescuing your lover," he then said, glancing at me. Wendy rolled her eyes but hugged him goodbye. He nodded at me and then left in a hustle.
"What's with that guy," I said and sat comfortably on the floor. Wendy shrugged.
"He really is a great person, once you get to know him,"
"Is he the one that will be called, 'husband'?" I asked quietly and lowered my head, fidgeting with my hands. Wendy stopped and stared at me.
"Oh Peter," she ran to me and sat on the floor, lifting my head with both her hands so we were looking at each other. "I must get married, but I promised father that I wouldn't fall in love with whom I should marry,"
I looked into her deep eyes, wanting to believe her words, but once again I saw that emptiness I had felt the other night. "Wendy, I want to believe you, but," I choked on my own words. Wendy smiled but ran her fingers across my lips, silencing anything else that wanted to escape.
"You don't have to believe me, Peter Pan, but I know what I felt, and I know what I still do feel," Wendy said in a whisper. Her face was close to mine, and I felt her light breathe against my cheeks.
"Tell me you're true feelings, Wendy," I softly said back.
"I know that I love you," Wendy brought her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly, causing a rush of excitement to fill every inch of my body. I gently ran my fingers through her soft hair, and placed my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. I wanted to savor that moment, cherish it for the rest of my young life. But within a few seconds, Wendy pulled away, and my treasured moment was destroyed.
"I'm sorry," she worriedly said and stood up, facing away from me. She covered her face with her hands and started sobbing quietly. "I shouldn't have don't that to you Peter, I'm so sorry, please forgive me,"
With a little confusion, I stood up and walked behind her, placing my chin on her shoulder. "Don't be sorry, Wendy," this made her sob louder, and I placed my arms around her for support. She leaned back on me, closing her eyes tight.
"I did love you, Peter Pan, and letting go was the hardest thing I had ever done," she sighed deeply, and I thought that she might have fallen asleep. I thought about staying with her, holding her like this forever so she would always feel safe. Images of her and me in the future crossed my mind. I was the one called husband, dressed in a suit and working in a small office. Little kids running around, calling me Father and Wendy Mother. She would sit by a fire and tell them stories, stories about a far off place called Neverland where mermaids roamed the seas and pirates constantly tried to captured a little boy named…
"Wendy?" I then asked.
"Hm?" she answered back, as if in a dream. Her eyes were still closed, and she leaned on me peacefully.
"I must go back to Neverland,"