Hey, hope you all enjoy the fluffy Wendy/Peter moments in this chapter! It may be the last for awhile…. heehee I love you guys!
Chapter 3: Fireflies by Moonlight
Wendy strolled out along the luscious green grass, and laid down in the warm sunlight. She let the golden rays warm her face and smiled. Everything was perfect. Peter was out searching for the cause of the voice the night before, the children were sleeping, and her heart was light. She closed her eyes lightly, enjoying the moment. She opened her eyes when someone blocked out the sun. She stared up at the handsome form of Peter, and grinned. She sprang up, grabbed his arm, and pulled her down next to him. "Lay with me," She whispered.
Peter enjoyed the sensation of the cool grass on his bare back, and took her hand. He had a frown on his face.
"What is it?" She whispered.
"I… I couldn't find whatever was calling to you last night," He said.
Wendy shrugged, "It's okay. Whatever it was is gone, right?"
He gave a slight nod. "I expect it is." If only he could believe that…
"The children are still sleeping," She whispered.
He arched a brow. "At this time?"
"Shhh," She whispered again, pulling her close to him.
They kissed, and laid on the lawn for what seemed like hours. Wendy didn't mind. She could stay there all the day and be the happiest person alive.
They must have dozed off, for they were awoken by someone jumping on them. Without opening his eyes, Peter seized Blue by the arms and put her lightly on the ground next to him.
Wendy laughed. "How did you know it was her?"
"Who else would it be?" Peter asked, opening his eyes as well and sitting up. "Munchkin, Wendy had a rough night. Gather the other children and go pick some berries for her, okay?"
Blue was already yelling into the hollow for the other kids.
Peter was determined to take Wendy's mind off of the voice the night before. Even though she said she wasn't worried, he knew she was. But what could he do? Watch more fairies dance? And then he knew. He grabbed Wendy's hand and lead her out of the hollow.
"Where are you going?" Blue demanded.
"Keep an eye on the hollow, Munchkin," He told her. "Tink,"
"I'm in charge," She chimed.
Blue stuck her head out of the hollow and watched them go. "Why are they always going off by themselves?" She asked.
"Don't you know?" Petal asked, mockingly.
Blue turned to her. "Know what?"
"They're making babies," Flower added. "That's what you do when you're in love."
"They're not in love," Blue said.
"Yes they are," Petal insisted. "That's why Peter never plays with you anymore. That's why he's always with Miss Wendy. They're going to get married, and Peter's going to forget all about you."
"Peter wouldn't do that," Blue said, crossing her arms.
Tink rushed over and poked Petal and Flower in the back.
They both smirked at Blue and walked away.
"That's not going to happen, is it?" Blue asked Arrow.
He shrugged, made a running jump and tackled Ben.
Peter grinned, and lead Wendy deeper into the forest.
"Where are we going?" She whispered excitedly.
"Shh," He replied.
It was a part of the forest she had never been before. A wide canopy of trees blocked out the sunlight, and the earth beneath her feet was cool and moist. They walked a little while more before reaching a small lake.
"We're here," He said.
She gasped. Emitting from the lake were what looked like tiny little green lights. They were flying up towards the heavens and disappearing. "Oh they're beautiful," She whispered. "What are they?"
"Fireflies," He replied.
"Oh Peter," She whispered, and circled her arms around his neck, pulling him close.
They sat down on the bank of the lake, and just watched them for awhile. Wendy rested her head on his shoulder. Peter reached out, and scooped up one of the small insects in his palm. He brought it close, the green light iluminating both of their faces. Wendy stared at it. The little thing couldn't have been more than half an inch long, but it glowed as brightly as if lit by a hundred candles. He let it go again, and it zoomed high into the night.
Peter and Wendy returned to the hollow, hand-n-hand.
"Told you," Petal hissed in Blue's ear as they watched them.
"Tink and I are going to visit Tiger Lily and… check on some things," Peter told Wendy.
She smiled, and looped her arms around his neck. She knew he was going there about the voice last night, and she was eternally grateful. "Okay. I'm going to try and teach the children."
"Meet you on the 'Roger then?" Peter asked.
Wendy nodded. They kissed, and the children waved them goodbye.
"Alright," Wendy said, turning to them. "Who's ready for some lessons?"
"Fighting lessons?" Sharp asked.
Wendy gave a small laugh, "No, arithmetic."
They all made faces.
"But, after, I promise, Peter will play with you."
There was a loud cheer, and they all ran off toward the Jolly Roger. All except Blue who crossed her little arms and frowned.
"Blue? What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Blue said.
"Well, come on, it's time for lessons." She reached for her hand, but Blue scowled and walked off toward the ship.
Wendy knitted her brow, and followed.
"Okay now," She said, as she was handing out slates to everyone. "I've written some problems on the slate up front. I want you all to complete them, and I'll be around to check them in a minute."
She returned to her desk, which was Hook's desk and sat down. There was movement as the children set to work, all except one. Wendy looked up. Blue sat with her arms crossed, starring out the window.
"Blue?" Wendy asked.
Blue ignored her.
Wendy got up and walked over to her. "Do you need some help?" She asked.
"I don't want to do your stupid arithmetic!" Blue shouted, standing up and throwing the slate against the wall.
Wendy rubbed her face with her hands. She grabbed Blue's arm. "Alright young lady, now that's enough!"
All of the children stopped and turned to watch.
Blue wriggled out of her grasp.
"You will go sit in the corner for the remainder of the lesson," Wendy said, pointing to the other side of the cabin.
"No I won't!" Blue yelled.
"Yes you will, or you will not be permitted to play with Peter."
"I don't care what you say!" She shouted. "Peter will always play with me! Always!" She kicked open the cabin door, and ran into the sunlight.
Blue returned to the hollow for dinner that evening. Wendy kept Blue's little outburst a secret from Peter, but with six other children, they probably told grand tales of Blue jumping out the window into the sea. They all sat around the table, eating, laughing and talking loudly except Blue who continued to stare at Wendy.
"Blue, you're not eating," Peter pointed out.
"I'm not eating anything she makes," Blue snapped.
Wendy gave a low sigh. She had a feeling she was beginning to understand. Blue was jealous of her. She was taking a lot of the time he spent with her away.
Petal and Flower exchanged glances.
"What does that mean?" Peter asked. "You did before."
"I'm not eating!" Blue yelled, and threw her dish on the floor and ran to her bed.
Peter made a move to get up, but Wendy stopped him. "Just let her go."
Peter and Wendy settled down for the night in their bed.
"What's wrong with Blue?" He asked. "She's the only one that never caused me trouble."
"She's jealous," Wendy said.
"Of what?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Wendy said. "I'll talk to her tomorrow."
Those words would come back to haunt her…
There it was again. That ghostly voice… haunting her, beckoning her… she would follow that voice, find out where it was coming from… who it was… She looked down, and saw Peter's arm securely across her chest. She moved it off of her, and got onto the floor.
Peter stirred. "Wendy?" He saw her silhouette moving to the exit. "Wendy, where are you going?"
When she didn't respond, he jumped out of bed and flew to her. Her eyes were closed, yet she was walking. It was like she was in some sort of trance. He grabbed her arm. "Wendy, wake up!"
She pulled free of his grasp and continued walking. He had no choice but to follow her. Out of the hollow… past the Jolly Roger, into the forest…
Soon they were en route to the Black Castle. He flew silently behind her, ready to grab her in case of any sudden danger. He landed softly behind her as they reached Mermaid Lagoon. He saw heads pop out of the water. Their mouths were open, and they were calling her…
Peter felt his temper flare. He unsheathed his sword, jumped in front of Wendy, and brandished it wildly. "You damned wenches!" He roared. "You're the ones taunting her, I should have known!"
The mermaids, in unison grinned at him, and pointed to a figure laying on the rocks before diving into the dark water.
Wendy gasped. Peter turned to her, her eyes were open and staring wildly around. "Peter, what are we doing here?"
"You were under some sort of trance," He told her. "The mermaids lured you here."
Her hands were gripped onto his arm, his gaze hadn't left the figure lying on the rocks. Wendy followed his gaze. "Who is that?"
"I don't know…" He walked toward the person, Wendy right beside him. He stared into the face, getting a sudden blast from the past. It couldn't be… it just couldn't…
Wendy shivered next to him, "Peter, is… is that who I think it is?"
"It can't be," He whispered. "They're dead."