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Chapter 2: Whispers in the Night
Wendy was down in the hollow, cleaning up after dinner that night. Peter wrestled in the next room with the boys, and Blue; while Petal and Flower stuck to her side like glue.
"Were you really a mother?" Petal asked as she dried a dish.
"Well," Wendy said, "I have no real children of my own, but I suppose you could call me a mother."
There was a loud thud. Wendy turned and found Arrow, Ben, Dirt, and Sharp hanging off of Peter, and Blue pointing a stick at his throat.
"Surrender, Pan, or face the concequences!" She demanded.
Peter grinned. "Okay, okay… do I get a last request?"
Blue cocked an eyebrow. "Let's hear it."
Peter flew up in the air, and the boys fell all off of him. As he didn't fly that far up, he was sure not to hurt them.
"No fair!" Blue screamed. "TINK!"
The small fairy came in, realized the situation, and sprinkled them all with fairy dust. Soon they were chasing each other around the ceiling.
"She acts like a boy," Petal hissed to Flower.
"I know," Flower said. "She's always playing with them and biting people. Why don't she just become one? She's ugly enough."
"Girls," Wendy said, over hearing.
"But it's true, Miss Wendy!" Petal protested.
"That's not nice to say at all about her, and I won't have it. Blue is having fun and playing, and it shouldn't worry you about what she does. You should worry about yourselves." Wendy stated.
The two little ones avoided her eyes.
"I want you two to go straight to bed," She said.
"But Miss Wendy---"
"You are being punished," She said. "Now."
"Peter never punishes us," Flower murmered as the two made the way to their beds.
Wendy rubbed her face with her hands. "Peter, may I see you please?"
There was the sound of a pair of feet hitting the ground, and Peter walked over to her.
"Petal and Flower were being rude. I punished them," She told him.
Peter frowned, and picked up a small dried flower they used as cups. "Shall I give them medicine?"
Wendy gave a little laugh. "No. No, no medicine."
"Then what shall we do?"
"Have you punished the children? Ever?" She asked.
Peter thought a moment. "You mean banished," He said reassuringly.
"No," She said. "I mean, punished. You know, if they're being bad."
"Then they are banished until I forgive them," He said, crossing his arms.
"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" She asked with a smile. "They're just children."
He opened his mouth to reply when Blue flew into the room and grabbed their hands. "Come play! Both of you!"
Peter looked to Wendy with a grin. "Yes, both of us."
Wendy gestured back to the dishes. "They won't do themselves."
"But they'll be here when you get back," Peter said.
"And will you help me?" She asked with a smile.
"Help you do what?"
"The dishes."
Peter made a face.
"I'll take that as a yes," Wendy said.
Blue pulled them both into the next room.
An hour later, Peter, Blue and the boys were scattered around the room, fast asleep. Blue's head was resting on Peter's chest, and Wendy didn't have the heart to wake them. She picked up the four small boys and placed them in their beds. Deciding to wait until morning to finish the dishes, she sat down at the table and stared at the notebook paper she had brought with her from home. How she always wanted to be a writer. To have her work published, to be adored, to have fans all over the world.
Well, maybe she wouldn't be able to have fans all over the world, but she could write down the stories about Peter she used to tell her brothers, and create new ones with these children. Grinning, she seized a sheet of paper and pencil and began scribbling away. She wrote for what seemed like hours, the words pouring out of her like a waterfall, as if her hand was possessed.
She stopped when she heard the voice.
"Wendy…."
She looked up. Maybe one of the children were calling her. She got up and walked to their beds. All asleep. Peter and Blue still on the floor. Shrugging, she sat back down.
"Wendy…"
"Tink?" She called weakly. But she knew it wasn't Tink. It sounded an awful lot like her mother. But that was impossible. Her mother wasn't here in Neverland. She climbed out of the hollow and looked around. Night had fallen, and she couldn't see very far.
"Wendy……"
There, again! As if the wind itself had formed a mouth and was calling to her.
"What?" She asked desperately. "Is anyone there?"
Getting no reply, she climbed back inside, and saw Peter tucking Blue in her bed.
"There you are," He said. "I was just going to go look for you."
She put a finger to her lips. "Shhh."
He stared at her. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you hear it?" She asked. "That voice."
"What voice?"
She put her finger to his lips again.
"Wendy…"
"There!" She cried. "You heard that, didn't you?"
He ruffled his brows. He stuck his head out of the hollow.
"You heard that didn't you, Peter?" She asked.
He came back in. "I did."
"Who is it? It sounds like my mother." Wendy said.
"It can't be your mother." He told her.
"Wendy…"
"Who is that?!" She cried, now on the verge of tears. "It does sound like her! You heard her talk!"
Peter couldn't deny that the voice did sound like Wendy's mother. He walked to her, and gathered her in his arms. "It's okay, it's okay. Tomorrow morning I'll find whatever's doing this and put a stop to it, alright? Let's just get some sleep."
"Yeah," She whispered.
They walked to their bed, and laid down, Peter wrapping his arms around her. She stayed up listening to the voice for a little while, wondering who or what was taunting her, and more importantly, why. Soon, she drifted into sleep, in the comfort of Peter's arms.